Page 22 of Viper

Considering the hateful messages I got today, yeah I’d say so. But instead of getting into that, I just nod. “She’s going to try and take us back to court to get it overturned and get my support back up, but I’ll worry about that another day.”

Before she can reply, a message pops up on my phone from an unknown number. I pause when I see the message.

Unknown: I’m still pissed at you, and I’m pissed I kept your number instead of throwing it out.

I can’t stop the grin that splits my lips. “I take it that Eden messaged you,” Peyton chuckles. “And now I know you’re not going to want to talk to me, so I’ll talk to you later, big guy. And next time I call, I want details or I’m going to be pissed enough that I might come down there and knee you in the balls.”

“Not if Eden does it first,” I toss back at her lightly, already itching to message said woman back. “And she’s more creative with her threats. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Sure thing,” she says with a grin and a quick two fingered salute. I hang up, rolling my eyes, and then quickly shoot back a text.

Viper: Guess that means it’s a sign you shouldn’t fight this.

I save the number in my contacts and wait impatiently for her to respond. Thankfully, she doesn’t make me wait long.

Eden: More like I’ve finally succumbed to lack of sleep and lost my mind. I’m sure once I get some sleep tonight I’ll be perfectly fine in the morning and delete it.

Viper: Possible, but we both know that you don’t really want to. After all, how many people can say they have a sexy biker at their beck and call whenever they want?

Eden: Probably half the population if the tales of your club’s debauchery is to be believed.

I chuckle. She has a point.

Viper: Alright, fine, terrible example. Still, I don’t just answer calls for anyone.

Eden: Seems a stupid way to run a business but okay.

I shake my head. God, this woman, she really is no nonsense. Good thing I like it. I check the time and make a mental note that Archer needs to start getting ready for bed shortly, but I have enough time to talk to this smartass first.

Viper: You really do love busting my balls, huh? Even when I’m trying to be romantic and shit.

Eden: That’s what you call romance? If it is, be prepared to have no balls left by the time I’m done then. A shame considering they’re pretty nice.

A grin splits my face, but before I can type back a reply, another one immediately pings.

Eden: Don’t say anything to that. I don’t care about your balls. I’m blaming the wine, the warm water, and the exhaustion.

Images of her lounging in the bath I told her to take fills my mind and my cock hardens instantly.

Viper: Oh, now that’s just cruel, Spitfire. I think you’re doing that on purpose.

The next thing I see is a picture of her knee just above a full bath of bubbles. In the background is a row of candles glowing along the edge of the bathtub, and shadows casted over the room.

Eden: No one ever said I was nice.

Viper: Good thing I like a woman who’s a little mean. But how about we turn this into a video call instead of a little teaser of a picture?

I’m probably pushing my luck, but I’ve never been one to stay in the lines. And I don’t have long to wait for the answer.

Eden: You’re going to be waiting a long damn time before that happens.

Viper: It was worth a shot. And since I’m not going to get it, how about you tell me how the rest of your day was.

Eden: You want to know how my day was?

Viper: That’s normally how you get to know someone. You find out what makes them tick at work and if they like their job. So, how was it?

Eden: I have to say, you surprise me. It was fine. Busy.

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