Jacklyn
After a long pause, I pulled myself together and said, “Sorry, wrong number.”
What the fuck, Jacklyn? You were the one who called first. I slapped my face hard, wincing at my own stupidity.
I could hear his chuckle on the other end of the line. “Okay, okay, doll. I’m the wrong number. Are you drunk?”
“No, I am not,” I snapped, trying to sound sober. How did he know?
“Don’t lie, princess.”
His voice was teasing, the way he called me ‘princess’ and ‘doll’ making my heart race. But why should I admit anything to him? “Stop with the nicknames,” I warned.
“Should I really listen to everything you say?”
“Maybe… yes. Or… no,” I mumbled, feeling my resolve weaken.
“What—are you really that drunk?”
“I am NOT!” I shouted, loud enough that Jeremiah walked in. I quickly hid my phone under my pillow.
“What’s going on, baby?”
“Nothing, just a… nightmare. I think,” I lied, feigning confusion. Jeremiah sighed, clearly not buying it.
“You’re acting weird. Just sleep. Do you want some water?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Baby?”
“Hm?”
“Are you sure you’re okay? Should I stay with you?”
“I’m okay, Jerry. No need to worry. I’ll sleep soon.”
He studied me for a moment, then left, closing the door behind him.
I grabbed the phone from under my pillow and brought it back to my ear. Ren was still on the line.
“Bye, I wa—” I started, but his deep groan cut me off.
“Who was that? I thought your brother left this morning.”
“He did. That was—”
“Then who the fuck was that?”
“Why are you swearing at me?” I hissed, my irritation rising.
“Princess, don’t play games. Who was that? Or do I need to come check for myself?”
“Jeremiah,” I muttered, knowing there was no point in lying.
“Jeremiah…? Your brother’s friend, Jeremiah Grace?”
“He’s my friend too.”
“How can you be alone with a man at home?”
“He’s my friend,” I repeated, more firmly this time.
“Then why is he calling you ‘baby’?”
“He’s my friend,” I insisted, though the words felt hollow even to me.
“Ugh, call me tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re too drunk tonight.”
“I am not drunk,” I argued, but he cut me off.
“Only drunk people say the same thing over and over. Goodnight, princess. Sweet dreams.”
His endearing tone melted my defenses. “Bye… Daddy. I love you.”
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Crawl To Me
Romance"I hate you daddy" He pushed his knees further hard between my legs and grabbing my chin he said "You don't princess, cause you can't. Now take.it.off" ______________________
