“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.

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

Casanova slut chat and being able to schmooze with an ex sex

my voice and I sniff a little. Arrick seems to stop laughing immediately, sensing or hearing

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,

still have two more days to endure. I never knew it

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

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

So stupid I know.

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

on my side and hold the phone close,

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

I can picture soft hazel eyes looking calm and clear and the smooth square

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

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

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