Page 43 of Misguided Vows

Alina

My phone has been ringing all morning, and every time I look at it, I see his name.

I let it ring.

I don’t plan to get up early. I did tell him this afternoon after all. I might have purposefully left out the information that I won’t be at the shop today. Since the tilers are starting their work, it means no one but them can be on-site until they’re done. Of course, I’m a call away, as I focus on other aspects of the job, but he doesn’t need to know that.

Part of me is somewhat curious as to how long it will take for him to realize I haven’t left the hotel yet. I do plan on checking out later today before I meet with Honey to get the keys to her apartment.

When my phone rings again, I don’t even bother checking who’s calling before I answer, as I’m online shopping for certain fixtures I’m going to need.

“I told you the afternoon!” I yell into the phone.

“Alina?” my mother gasps on the other end of the line.

“Shit, sorry, Mom. I thought it was someone else.”

“Who got you so mad?” she asks.

“A man.” I laugh, adjusting how I’m sitting in bed and moving my laptop to the side.

“Well, I hope he does other things than just make you mad.” I smile as I think of the other things he can do… with his mouth and hands and cock, and how very gifted he is with said body parts.

I dreamed of him and what we did.

A part of me wants to do it again. He is by far the best in bed I have ever had.

Maybe his cockiness is actually earned.

I believe so.

But I’ve been with cocky assholes before, and their game in the bedroom consisted of doggie style, nothing else.

I guess that made them feel macho.

Whatever.

“How is New York? Are you having fun? You’re due to head back to London soon, yes? Do you think you can stop here to see me?”

So many questions.

“Well, I’m staying here longer than originally planned. As of now, I think it should only take me about eight weeks, but I don’t think I’ll be free to leave for more than a few hours at the moment. I could try to fly you here, if you think you’re able?”

“No, I don’t want to fly,” she’s quick to say, and I can hear her throat constrict. She only tried to fly once, as a child. That was the first and last time.

“Okay. I’ll try to fly out to see you for a weekend, but I’m not sure when yet.”

“That sounds wonderful. I miss you,” she admits. “Now, are you going to tell me about this man who’s made you so mad?”

“I miss you too,” I reply as a knock sounds on the door. “And he’s more like a boy than a man. Not much to discuss,” I add as I absentmindedly get up, wearing only a baggy shirt over my G-string. It’s long enough to cover me, so I’m not too concerned about answering the door to get the coffee I ordered from room service. But when I pull open the door, it’s not room service greeting me but Will, and he’s in a suit.

“I think I should be part of the debate as to whether I’m a boy or man, wouldn’t you agree?” he says with an arrogant smirk and if it were anyone else I might’ve been embarrassed that he heard that last part through the door. “Ready to collect your plane?”

“Who is that?” my mother asks.

“No one, Mother,” I tell her before I place my hand over the speaker to hiss at Will, “I said afternoon.”

Ignoring me, he looks at the phone, and his brows pinch before he reaches forward and takes it from my grasp.

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