❝This is what going to happen ❞ he pauses ❝ You're going to take off my fucking belt, wrap it around that beautiful neck of yours and get on your knees or so help me❞
Sofiya and Zenith were once inseparable, their friendship a fierce flame flickerin...
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╭ Chapter one; 𝜗𝜚 — Kinks╮
My thumb hovers over the call button, the contact photo stares back at me from the screen—Ryan, with a grin he always had when he was in one of his playful moods. But right now, all I can feel is the chill of his silence, the growing gap between us. I take a deep breath and pressed the button again, listening to the dull, repetitive rings at the his end And then, like clock wise, his voice mail plays again "Hey, you know what to do" No, i don't know what to fucking do, answer your damn phone already.
I grit my teeth as the voicemail beeps"Ry, please can you just answer my calls and my messages". I hate how my voice sounded shaky, even with how i tried to keep my emotions at bay, I know he won't listen to these messages, he's made that much clear with his radio silence all afternoon.
I toss my phone down on the bed, feeling anger bloom in my chest. It has been over an hour since he read my messages—since that cursed "Read" receipt appeared under my messages, marking the exact moment he decided to ignore me and he'd my list for even longer than that, why date a reader if you can't handle it? I rubbed my temples imagining him frowning at the list of my kinks, shocked like it's the most scandalous thing he has ever seen in the world—my cheeks flushes when i think back to it, it's not really that bad—blindfolds, handcuffs and maybe some adrenaline induced fun and dirty talk like hell, i have read spicier scenes.
But apparently Ryan doesn't see it that way, i swipe to the notes app and skim through his list of kinks and I can't help but snort when I read it over, shaking my head at how tame it's even he placed it as might be too much for me to handle which made me confident that mine would be child's play to him Oh was I wrong, his list involved cuddling, kissing on the neck gently and yes he added gently, pinning your hands above your head, a little role play, soft music in the background, eye contact but not for too long, dim lights or red lights, no candles they make him sneeze and he's not a fan of fire, hair pulling and teasing makes me nervous and I'll come.
I bit my lips mentally debating whether to text him or call him out for acting and being a bitch, he's acting like sent him some kind of x-rated manifesto instead of fantasies to make my first time special. I mean what do you say to someone who's turning a list of preference into a reason to disappear? I drop my phone and settled back into my bedding.
Open-minded my ass. I hissed, picking a copy of my favorite book Midnight ruin, desperate for some kind of distraction but I can't focus. My eyes skims over the words, they blurred together and my mind shifts goes back to Ryan, to his silence, growing pit in my stomach. why can't he just talk to me?
I glanced back the book on my thigh, the heroine is in the middle of some amazing after-care after her love interest chased her around and defiled her after they'd a heated argument and he told her to run atleast she's getting a reaction from him, it's not fair that a fictional character gets emotions from her boyfriend than my own boyfriend.
