21. Sophie
Sophie
“Reality continues to ruin my life.” ― Bill Watterson, “The Complete Calvin and Hobbes”
I ’m still gaping at the screen of my phone, not registering Grace’s yelling around me.
He…he…Clover just stepped out the door when my phone dinged with an incoming text. I rushed to it, thinking it was Vas or Kira but nearly fell over my own two feet when I saw the unknown number but knew immediately who it belonged to.
He sent the message as soon as he walked out the door?
A delicious shudder runs down my spine as I reread his filthy words for the hundredth time.
I could feel his erection right before he left and this time, I don’t think it could be blamed on a morning male physiology. He was turned on. He was so turned on he sent that message as soon as he got away from me.
Theè mou …this is…how the hell am I supposed to survive this ? I wanted inspiration, not torture. Because I can practically feel that thick cock of his sliding inside me.
No, not sliding, slamming into me. Brutal, fast, and unrelenting. Just like the man himself.
Dear Lord, my thighs shake just from the visual.
“Earth to Sophie?” Grace snaps her fingers in front of my face, and I have to blink a few times to come back to reality. “What’s got you so enthralled in there?” She tries to snatch my phone out of my hand but I’m faster, pulling it away from her.
“I live on Venus so you’re calling from the wrong planet.”
“Ha-ha, hilarious.”
I smirk. “I know, right?”
“Okay, now that that brute is gone, you must tell me everything! Do you seriously love that grumpy asshole? When did this even happen? Why haven’t you told me? And let’s circle back to, seriously? Him?”
I chuckle. “He’s really not that bad once you get to know him.” Grace gives me a droll look. “Okay, fine, yes, he is a grumpy asshole but…I don’t know.” I chew on my lip. “I feel good with him. Really good,” I tell her and admit to myself that it’s not a lie.
I’ve never felt better than I do with Clover. “We connected from the first time I’ve met him.”
“You mean when he broke your door and TV?”
“Yep.” I chuckle, remember the “connection” we had that night. Honestly, I don’t know who wanted to kill the other more that day. And to think we’d end up here.
“I knew there was something! I should’ve pushed more that day for answers.” She sighs. “Okay, but why not just date him? Why get married so fast?”
I shrug. “Dating is not reliable. What if it falls through? Do you know how hard it is to date in your thirties? You’re choosing from a clearance rack and trying to find something that isn’t too damaged, out of style, or returned worn. ”
Grace arches an eyebrow. “You’re not in your thirties yet.”
“I’m thinking ahead! I’m practically one foot into the grave.”
“Oh, lumos! Dramatic much?” she groans.
“I take after my best friend.” I chuckle when she sends a me a glare. “Plus, you know how my brother thinks I’m losing it, what better way to show him I was a stable adult than get married?” Well, that much was true, at least.
She gives me that Cillian Murphy meme face as she says, “Solid plan.”
“I’m glad you agree.” I smile brightly while Grace’s eyebrows jump up.
“I am not agreeing with you! That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard and that says something seeing as I ran from my own wedding. And watch, Vassar will blame me for this. That is if he doesn’t suffer from a heart attack as soon as you tell him the joyous news.”
I roll my eyes, walking back in the kitchen to finish my coffee. “Stop treating this like an atomic bomb.”
“Sophie, he’s not the one I had in mind for you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know Love Hive loves to find love matches for singles around here and I had someone else lined up for you.”
“Who?” My heart skips a beat. Did I make a mistake? Am I going to lose someone who was meant to be mine because of this?
She waves me off. “It doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Clearly, I was wrong seeing you two now. Especially when he went all ‘It’s Lovinski now,’” Grace mimics his deep voice again and I roll my lips between my teeth.
I’m still feeling the aftershock of shivers his tone and words gave me.
Callum Clover Lovinski is such a mystery to me. He says he wants to get fake married to me because there’s no chance we’ll cross any lines, because he doesn’t like me and all that, yet he acts like a protective beast the next morning.
I knew Grace’s interrogation would be bad.
I even knew she’d bring up my dream wedding ideas and I was ready for it.
Yet I hadn’t anticipated feeling so pathetically sad over the fact that one day I’ll get those dreams fulfilled but by someone other than this grumpy man.
And then he made it ten times worse with his protectiveness.
“Sweet Harry, the man has a dirty mouth.” I turn around and see Grace’s face in my phone, reading the text from Clover.
“Hello?” I rush over to her. “Boundaries?” I snatch it away from her and she waves me off.
“I don’t know the meaning of that word. And did you seriously plan to hide that from me? From your best friend who told you about her husband’s pierced penis?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Gracie, you practically screamed about it to the whole world.”
“Exactly, I was sharing the joy with everyone.”
My eyes fall back to the screen where Clover’s message shines brightly. My thighs clenching anew.
“Stop having sex thoughts when I’m right here, and go call your brother.”
No, thank you.
“How about we do something more productive like find what I’m supposed to wear tonight to this dinner before we head out.”
“And where are we going?”
“Well, I am still looking for a job, and since you’re here, you’re coming along.”
“This is officially the strangest marriage I've ever seen.”
I chuckle quietly. You have no idea, Gracie Bear.