Page 217 of Daddy's Pride
He snatched it back with a gleeful chortle, shoved the sleeve of his shirt up, then rapidly tapped something out on my screen.
I leaned closer, trying to see. “What are you doing?”
He thrust his arm out at me. “All for you, my man!”
A sloppily written phone number was scrawled over his skin in Sharpie.
“Whose phone number is that?” I asked, getting a sinking feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach.
Tyler gave me a slightly manic-looking grin. “The hot girl in leather I told you about!” He flapped a hand in the direction he’d pointed to before. “You know, the domino-matrix chick! She was a little scary, but maybe that’s what you need after Hannah, right? A little kink to snap you out of your funk!”
My eyes went wide, and I started shaking my head. “I… you… that doesn’t sound… I can’t. Besides, she gave you her number.”
“I know, I know,” Tyler said, slinging his arm around my shoulders again. “I was trying to close the deal for myself, but the way you’ve been pining lately, you need the hook-up more than me.”
I really, really didn’t.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times before I managed to get anything out. “Did you seriously just message a total stranger from my phone?”
“She doesn’t have to be a stranger for long,” Tyler said, waggling his eyebrows at me.
Oh God. He’d really done it.
He squeezed me against him in a clumsy bro-hug as he went on. “But not just that, my man. I blocked Hannah for you, too. You’re welcome.”
“Oh my God,” I wheezed, shoving him away and then snatching my phone back.
I didn’t care about him blocking Hannah. That was whatever. But sexually harassing a stranger from my phone? Because this was Tyler. Drunk Tyler. So even though it hadn’t been a dick pic or anything, I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be pretty.
I cringed inside as I closed out my contact list and opened my messages to see what he’d sent her, and… oh shit.
“Tyler,” I hissed, feeling light-headed and a little bit nauseous. And this time, I was pretty sure it wasn’t from those two drinks I’d had.
He slow blinked at me, still smiling. “Yeah? Did she reply yet?”
“I’ve been a bad, bad boy. Will you come spank me if I promise to call you Mommy and suck on your—” I started to read the text he’d sent through clenched teeth, but broke off to glare at him. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yeah!” He grinned even wider. “Like I said, she seemed like she’d be into that shit. And it’ll be fun! I don’t know how kinky you and Hannah were?—”
“Not even a little bit,” I mumbled.
“Then you’re due, O,” he said, nodding at me solemnly. “Trust me, you don’t know what you’re missing until you hook up with a girl who kinda terrifies you.”
“Oh my God. I can’t even with you,” I muttered, every word out of his mouth making me panic even more.
I fumbled my phone, almost dropping it as I tried to type out a decent apology text.
Tyler peered over my shoulder. “You already chatting with her? Get it, my man!”
“No, I’m not… you can’t just… I don’t want… ugh, Tyler,” I sputtered in frustration, those two drinks I’d had impeding my ability to both yell at him and get my thumbs to work at the same time.
By the time I did finally manage to send off another message, I looked back up to find that Tyler had left me again, stumbling through the crowd in the direction of the dance floor where our other roommates, Ryan and Jacob, were currently grinding on a couple of blondes I thought I vaguely recognized from my organic chemistry class.
Tyler meant well.
I believed that. I really did.
But I still wanted to kill him.