Deviant

Chapter 8

DEVIANT

Callie Hart

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CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

ZETH

Pippa: 11:33 am

I hope you really heard what I was saying, Slo. Stay away from that guy. I mean it!

I get tingles when I read through Sloane's messages. Kinda fucked up, I know, but I'm that self-obsessed. I get the warm and fuzzies when I realize she's been talking about me to her friend. I haven't mentioned her to a single soul on the face of this planet, but then that's what guys do; we hoard our shit. Refuse to let anything slip. Chicks aren't like that—they gossip like mother hens. I'm absently wondering whether she's told this Pippa how big my dick is, if she remembers how big my dick is—of course she does—when the phone fucking chimes in my hand.

(816) 546-7980 9:32 pm

Asshole.

I know it's from her. And I know it's meant for me. I grimace as I reply:

Me: Bitch.

(816) 546-7980 9:38 pm

That phone is on a plan. Be good to get it back.

Me: Have to come get it then, won't you?

I'm playing with fire right now. I shouldn't be trying to get her to meet me. I should be cutting all ties with her entirely. Since I brought Lace home and forced her into her bed to rest, I've questioned her eighteen different ways from Sunday. Did you give her an address? No. Did you tell her where I worked? No. Did you give her your real name? No. Did you give her my real name? Lace? Did you give her my real name? Yes.

Well, shit.

It's not her fault. The girl was drugged up to the eyeballs and I hadn't had a chance to give her our story, but still...I'm fucking furious that Sloane has my name. Somehow feels like a gross imbalance in power now. I know everything about her and she knows next to nothing about me, but I liked remaining an anonymous party in this shit-fight of a situation.