Page 19 of CurVy Forever
“He’s okay. He’s asleep.”
She pauses, and discomfort pours through me. “What happened? Tell me.”
“He drugged me.”
“Christ.”
“And cut my implant out.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and roll my fingertips up into my eyes. “Okay. I’ll collect him tomorrow.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I promised him. I wouldn’t—” She exhales in annoyance. “I’m not going to give up on him.”
“If you don’t want me to pick him up, then why are you calling me? Because I’m throbbing like a stubbed toe already, Baby Girl, and your voice, all nervous and uncertain, is doing things to me.”
“Ugh. I’m committed to him. I just need— Fuck. Fine! I need help, okay? I need help with him sometimes. Not all the time. Just, I’m not sure what he’ll do from one moment to the next and Donnie usually…”
Her words trail to a pause, but I know the rest of this sentence; heard it enough times.
Donnie usually takes care of everything.
I frown. “I’ll collect you both then.”
“What?”
“You will stay in our family home with him,” I declare, trying to leave no room in my tone for her argument. “Until Donnie ‘takes care of everything’ and returns to claim you both for himself. If he returns.”
She tries to quell a shuddering exhale, but I catch it. She cares about Donnie, too.
“What about the police?” Vallie objects, hiding her hurt over the premise Donnie might not return behind a rational rebuttal. He’ll return—for Tyler. That is a certainty.
“You said it yourself that they believe we are old friends,” I remind her. “Might as well continue that story. I’ll send a car for you in the morning. If the police stop you, I can only imagine that you don’t feel safe in that house with Oliver still calling you.”
“How did you know Oliver called?”
“I know everything, Baby Girl. I thought you were smart. I’m surprised you didn’t realise how you could use that to your advantage. If he harasses you, it’ll only give Donnie’s defence attorney more to use.” I click my tongue. “Should it come to that… I do hope not.”
“You have done this before.”
“Many times.”
She scoffs. “What for?”
“Fraud. DUI. Assault.”
“I’ll add to that list. Invading privacy! I took that call in the bathroom. Do you have cameras in my bathroom? You fucking pervert.”
I chuckle, the sound coming deep from my chest. The girl behind me moans to the rumbling timbre. “It’s Oliver who is being watched, Baby Girl. Not you, though, I can only imagine… What were you wearing?”
“Ugh. Old pyjamas. With holes in them.”
I grin; the vision of old fabric pulling away from thick olive thighs as she sprints through the trees brings my hand to my cock. I squeeze. “Sexy.”
I hear her dubious scoff through the phone. “Trust me, they are not sexy at all.”