crossing my arms.
“Snow wasn’t joking when he said you were a looker. I must give him his due, he’s got good taste in women.”
I feel my face redden, but turn away towards the window, not wanting him to see.
“What else did he say?” I ask, placing my chin on my left shoulder.
I feel my heart flutter; I can’t help but probe.
“Not a lot, just that you intrigue him.”
“And?” I spin round on my toes and raise my hand, prompting him to continue.
“And nothing. That’s good going for Snow, coz he keeps his feelings close to his chest.” He takes a long breath in. “Pineapple?”
“You what?”
“The pizza topping?”
“Yeah, order whatever,” I say, tossing him my phone. “I’ve got twenty pounds in the kitty.”
Intrigue him? What’s that supposed to mean? He calls me kidda, then treats me like a prostitute, the next minute buys me flowers, and now a house! My heart, my head, nothing can settle, there are so many questions I need to ask him, yet I’m here with his pal while he’s on the other side of the world.
I flick the switch on the kettle.
“Tea?” I ask.
With his ear pressed to my phone, Chase nods.
“Black, one sugar,” he mutters between ordering dinner.
Steam rises up into my face as I pour boiling water from the kettle into a mug. Or am I the mug? I stir it, watching the teabag swirl round and round. Where’s the proof of the house sale? There’s no phone call from the estate agent, no phone call from my sister; what game is Snow playing? Mum always told me that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
Chase hangs up the phone, sliding it across the table towards me.
I pass him his mug of tea, and a white crock sugar bowl. I scratch the top of my arm.
“I want to speak to Snow,” I say, looking into his amber eyes.
I’m waiting for an excuse, a reason why not. Chase doesn’t reply, though his stare doesn’t deviate from me as pulls his own phone from his pocket and presses the screen.
“Here, be my guest.”
My mouth feels dry, and I hold my breath upon hearing his voice on the other end.
“S’up, mate, everything going through okay?” The volume is turned up, and his voice booms into my ear.
“Snow…” My reply is no more than a whisper.
“Darc, is that you?” There’s now a softer edge to his tone.
I can hear Chase swallowing as he takes large gulps of tea.
“Why?” is the only word I can muster.
“You know why. I’ve had you once and I liked it; I liked the way you felt.”
There’s a pause. With my index finger I feel for the volume switch to turn it down. But I’m not quick enough, and hear him continue.
“I’m holding my dick in my hand; I’m in need of my next fix.”
“That’s disgusting,” I hiss.
“Darcy… I’m licking my lips; I can still taste you.”
I glance up at Chase, who is choking on his tea. I clamp my knees together, though my heart almost misses its next beat; I can’t bear to hear any more, so hang up.
An uncomfortable heat rushes through my body; I can feel my cheeks reddening and tilt my head slightly so that Chase can’t see. He tries to stymie his sniggers but I catch the grin he wears so smugly. I feel the colour drain from my cheeks and look up, my eyebrows almost fastened together as my face falls into a frown.
“You heard every word, didn’t you?”
Chase unfolds his arms from his lap and lifts his hands, palms face up.
“Hey, I’m not here to judge,” he says with a shake of the head. “But you and Snow, this shit’s fucked up.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” My very core trembles with rage. “I’ve had just about enough of you and Snow. He can’t buy the house and think he owns me, and as for the flowers…”
I gaze from one wicker basket to another, then look down at the dying rose petals around my feet.
“I’m sick of the sight of them, and then there’s you.”
I shoot him an icy stare, the anger growing in my
“Snow wasn’t joking when he said you were a looker. I must give him his due, he’s got good taste in women.”
I feel my face redden, but turn away towards the window, not wanting him to see.
“What else did he say?” I ask, placing my chin on my left shoulder.
I feel my heart flutter; I can’t help but probe.
“Not a lot, just that you intrigue him.”
“And?” I spin round on my toes and raise my hand, prompting him to continue.
“And nothing. That’s good going for Snow, coz he keeps his feelings close to his chest.” He takes a long breath in. “Pineapple?”
“You what?”
“The pizza topping?”
“Yeah, order whatever,” I say, tossing him my phone. “I’ve got twenty pounds in the kitty.”
Intrigue him? What’s that supposed to mean? He calls me kidda, then treats me like a prostitute, the next minute buys me flowers, and now a house! My heart, my head, nothing can settle, there are so many questions I need to ask him, yet I’m here with his pal while he’s on the other side of the world.
I flick the switch on the kettle.
“Tea?” I ask.
With his ear pressed to my phone, Chase nods.
“Black, one sugar,” he mutters between ordering dinner.
Steam rises up into my face as I pour boiling water from the kettle into a mug. Or am I the mug? I stir it, watching the teabag swirl round and round. Where’s the proof of the house sale? There’s no phone call from the estate agent, no phone call from my sister; what game is Snow playing? Mum always told me that if something seems too good to be true, it usually is.
Chase hangs up the phone, sliding it across the table towards me.
I pass him his mug of tea, and a white crock sugar bowl. I scratch the top of my arm.
“I want to speak to Snow,” I say, looking into his amber eyes.
I’m waiting for an excuse, a reason why not. Chase doesn’t reply, though his stare doesn’t deviate from me as pulls his own phone from his pocket and presses the screen.
“Here, be my guest.”
My mouth feels dry, and I hold my breath upon hearing his voice on the other end.
“S’up, mate, everything going through okay?” The volume is turned up, and his voice booms into my ear.
“Snow…” My reply is no more than a whisper.
“Darc, is that you?” There’s now a softer edge to his tone.
I can hear Chase swallowing as he takes large gulps of tea.
“Why?” is the only word I can muster.
“You know why. I’ve had you once and I liked it; I liked the way you felt.”
There’s a pause. With my index finger I feel for the volume switch to turn it down. But I’m not quick enough, and hear him continue.
“I’m holding my dick in my hand; I’m in need of my next fix.”
“That’s disgusting,” I hiss.
“Darcy… I’m licking my lips; I can still taste you.”
I glance up at Chase, who is choking on his tea. I clamp my knees together, though my heart almost misses its next beat; I can’t bear to hear any more, so hang up.
An uncomfortable heat rushes through my body; I can feel my cheeks reddening and tilt my head slightly so that Chase can’t see. He tries to stymie his sniggers but I catch the grin he wears so smugly. I feel the colour drain from my cheeks and look up, my eyebrows almost fastened together as my face falls into a frown.
“You heard every word, didn’t you?”
Chase unfolds his arms from his lap and lifts his hands, palms face up.
“Hey, I’m not here to judge,” he says with a shake of the head. “But you and Snow, this shit’s fucked up.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about…” My very core trembles with rage. “I’ve had just about enough of you and Snow. He can’t buy the house and think he owns me, and as for the flowers…”
I gaze from one wicker basket to another, then look down at the dying rose petals around my feet.
“I’m sick of the sight of them, and then there’s you.”
I shoot him an icy stare, the anger growing in my
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