HOTLINE BLING {WATTYS2016}

Chapter One

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"I might."

You refrained from rolling your eyes, not that it mattered since he couldn't see you.

"No, but for real. You should come over," his voice lowered to that familiar tone.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't know what that suggestion entailed. The reflexive clamping of your thighs in response to his words told you, despite your initial attempt at playing coy, your answer would be yes.

Your end of the call was quiet for a moment as you slowed to a stop, allowing pedestrians to cross.

"I'll take that as a yes. See you in ten," his voice filled the car once more.

You wished he could see your deliberate eye roll then. Admittedly his inherent cockiness was one of the things that initially attracted you for whatever reason, however you never shared that with him. You knew it would inflate his already dangerously large ego.

"I'll be there in an hour."

"An hour?" though you couldn't see him his confusion rang loud and clear, "I thought you were like a few minutes away from my place."

"I am. I have things to do. I'll be there in an hour."

"Can't you come now?" the urgency in his voice spoke directly to the building heat between your thighs.

"Careful. You sounded pretty needy there, Justin."

"Fuck you," you knew he found your teasing less than amusing.

"I'm sure you'd like that," you continued, chuckling when you heard his annoyed grunt.

"Whatever."

After the call ended you fleetingly considered driving straight to his house, but decided against it.

Lately you'd noticed Justin taking liberties with your relationship. They were minor, but if you didn't put a stop to it now they might grow, and the last thing you wanted was for things to get messy. He'd never said it directly, but his behaviour showed what words didn't. His calls were becoming more and more frequent and you wouldn't have risen any eyebrows if it weren't for the fact that text messages and conversations like "Wanna come over?" or "I'm horny, wyd?" were turning into "Let's hang out" and "I'm home. You should come over."

The one that worried you the most was his request to hang out. It was one thing for him to start to get too comfortable, but it was an entirely different thing for him to introduce anything more than casual sex into the mix. You'd both been explicit in the beginning concerning the details of your affiliation so why were you getting the feeling that he'd was starting to disregard those rules.

When you finally pulled up to his house an hour or so later you briefly wondered why there were unfamiliar cars lining his driveway, but you thought nothing more of it. There'd been times in the past you'd been at his house while caterers bustled about in preparation for a party he was set to host. Of course the thrill of someone unassumingly walking in on you made for amazing sex. Then there was the time his manager and PR team showed up unannounced in the middle of a midday romp which turned out to be a hilarious experience of him trying to sneak you out unnoticed.