Chapter 129

“Stop laughing, I really don’t like you right now!” I sulk down the phone, pulling at my shoes on the couch of my apartment and glaring at them before tossing them away, as Arrick kills himself laughing down the other end of the line.

“Baby? I’m sorry…” He bursts into another hysterical fit and I literally feel my temper rising. I am seriously not a happy camper with him right now, and what started as minor insult has escalated because he is an asshole. The biggest type of douche bag known to man and if he were here, I would make him eat my shoe.

“I’m hanging up on you.” I pout, tears welling in my eyes and lip wobbling, stupidly hurt over a stupid text and acting dumb, but I can’t help it. He has this insane ability nowadays to hurt my feelings so much more easily than he ever did.

“Sophie. Come on…. Don’t. I want to talk to you, that’s why I called instead.” He’s still trying to control the giggling fit he’s hit but I am not laughing along. Even if he is half begging me with a little cute endearing tone. Through laughter though!

Asshole!

“You called because I didn’t reply to your little row of hysterical laughing emoji’s when I tried to sext you.” I snap at him. Completely humiliated that my attempt at flirting with him had ended in him creasing himself in laughter and sending me little crying laughing faces as a response.

“You’re cute when your mad. I wish I could see your face right now.” Still laughing, still an asshole. Sometimes I really see the whole ‘hate and love have a fine line between them.’ thing.

“Me too, then you would see how much I am hating on you, and I could kick you in person.” I sulk. Flopping down onto the couch and laying back in a slump, pulling a strand of my hair and twisting.

“You can’t hate me for laughing at that text… They were progressively getting worse baby. No matter how much I was trying to play along.” Another bout of snorting as he falls to bits again. He really knows how to make a girl feel good. He was the one who started the sexy talk, sending me extremely X-rated messages to get things heated and them seemingly fell to hysterics the more I tried to keep up with him.

So, sue me for not being well versed in Casanova slut chat and being able to schmooze with an ex sex addict.

“Shoot me for being shit at talking dirty…. I just wanted you to think about me.” the tears let loose, the tremor to my voice and I sniff a little. Arrick seems to stop laughing immediately, sensing or hearing the nosedive in my emotions and knowing when it’s going too far.

“I do think about you, all the time. Every second. You don’t need to send me dirty messages to get me thinking about coming home to you, Sophs. I am going crazy with desperation to get home to you already.” He soothes me softly, all jocularity gone and replaced with the voice who makes me feel better.

“You’re just saying that because I got upset.” I sulk petulantly, feeling like an idiot child, insecurity peeking up with his absence, every day making me more emotional and I still have two more days to endure. I never knew it would be so much harder once we crossed from friends to lovers, I used to endure his absences a lot and now I can’t even go one night without him.

“I would never tell you something I didn’t mean. If you really want to get me crazy hot for you then send me some selfies, you don’t need to be naked, or doing anything except looking beautiful in them, baby. You make me want you without trying.” He says genuinely that husky tone and sexy voice lowering a tad and sending my insides to mush. Smoothing over my hurt pride a little.

“Maybe I want you tell me what you want me to do to you…… Want to know that I do it for you.” I whisper quietly, complete insecure freak on show and hating that I am turning into one of those needy girls who needs constant reassurance. The distance is driving me crazy already and my head is a mess. All I have obsessed over the past few days is how many times Natasha probably called him or text him without me being there to put him off answering. Now we’re moved on after our heart to heart and it makes me feel pathetic.

So stupid I know.

“You do! I’ll tell you now if you like… All I ever have are X-rated thoughts about you, Sophs. More so since the weekend. I think I have a problem and literally cannot get my head out of the gutter since then.” He softens his voice, I can tell he’s smiling and sigh at him.

“Just tell me you love me and miss me… I hate that you’re not here. It’s making me crazy.” I curl up on my side and hold the phone close, trying to make him burrow inside my head and wrap around me. I hate how much more I miss him since we got together, it’s worse than hell.

“I love you… Crazily love you. Like, so much that I feel like I may have to retire from the fight scene, so I can never leave you again…. And I miss you more. Miss you so much that I am calling you, instead of taking the elevator. I am using the stairs to my next interview so that I can, and hoping they don’t care that I’m pretty late.” He does sound like he’s walking, I can hear the echo of his voice as though he is now in a stairwell and smile.

“Keep talking, I might hate you a little bit less.” I smile to myself, some satisfaction that Arry always knows how to grovel so well. I can picture soft hazel eyes looking calm and clear and the smooth square jaw with his half smile and cool calm mannerisms. It makes me all warm inside.

“As soon as I get home, I am going to come find you, strip you naked and do things to you that will make sure you never doubt how much I love you again. Better clear your schedule for a few days, I have a lot of love to show you, baby. A week is far too long to not be able to touch you.” I can picture that half smile growing wider, dimples on show and wicked little twinkle in his eyes.

“Hmmmmm…. It’s maybe working.” I whisper softly, rolling onto my other side and cuddling up to a cushion to picture him against me. Body peeking interest at his slow subtle seduction.

“Don’t doubt that you’re in my head every second, I am taking frequent cold showers, pretty much every time I hear your voice. I seriously think we should start having phone sex before I self-implode, or maybe you listen, and I will detail everything I want to do to you.” the soft breathy chuckle and then the noise of people around him as either he enters somewhere, or people arrive where he is.

“If it ends up the same way sexting you did, then I’m out.” I point out a little sassily but my whole tone has turned to soft and mushy.

“Maybe I’ll call you when I get back to my room later and we shall see.” He says huskily and I can’t help the little naughty thought that crosses my mind, knowing he’s about to either leave the stairwell or start an interview. He has my body glowing, temperature rising and my knees most definitely pressing together, all with the power of a few loaded words.

“Maybe my hands are already warming me up while you tell me how much you want me.” I make sure to sigh a little as I say it, a deep husky, breathless teasing tone. Smiling to myself as I hear him groan, not in a good way. Thanking Christian in a roundabout way for the insight into my one and only semi dirty attempt.

“Jesus Sophie; that is not the visual I need right now when I’m about to walk into an interview. Fuck…. I have a little something I need to take care of now, thanks to you. I’ll call you back later. Love you, beautiful.” Arrick hangs up the phone fast and I burst into instant giggles. Payback for being an asshole and laughing at my sexts, I clearly do a lot better with calls than texts.

I hold up my phone to look at the sexy sleeping photo of him I took before he left, and now use as his contact picture; sexy and peaceful, looking every bit poster boy for a dream guy magazine. I sigh to myself then giggle as a text pops on screen from him.

Naughty girl. Might have to spank you when I get back. X

Spanking sounds…. Interesting. Not that I can imagine he ever would lay hands on me that way, yet a part of me wonders what it would be like if he did. A tiny inkling of maybe a kinkier side to me that I didn’t know existed. I am open to trying out something more than straightforward sex when it comes to him, I really think I could trust him to do anything to me now.

I smile wider and then sigh and feel deflated again, all at the same time. Two more days to go. It feels like it has dragged so far, no matter how much he texts and calls and how many times he sends me weird selfies of what he’s doing. I just need him to come home.