Page 78 of Greased

The screen lights up and I feel my gut drop out of my ass. I stare at the screen for a moment before I bring my phone to my ear.

“Hello,” I say quietly.

“You are trying to kill me aren’t you,mami?”

I feel my cheeks burn as embarrassment pulses through my system. I can’t believe I just gave him front row seats to one of the best orgasms of my life and over a phone call? One I accidentally dialled.

“I’m so fucking embarrassed right now. I can’t believe you heard that,” I say covering my face in some kind of fruitful attempt to hide my shame.

“That was single handedly the hottest thing I have ever heard in my life. The way you screamed my name,” Sonny groans, “I will never be able to unhear that. You are the most delectable creature, Scarlett.”

“Really?” I ask, uncovering a portion of my face as I stare at the ceiling wishing it would collapse on me.

“Absolutely. You have me wrapped right around your little finger.” He begins in a voice that sounds almost resigned to his fate.

“There’s not a thing on this earth that you could possibly do that would turn me in the other direction. Want to put a collar on me and walk me like a dog? You can bet that I would be on my hands and knees crawling through the toughest of terrains for you. And that’s not just because of the way you sound when you scream my name.” I can hear him smirk through the phone, and if my cheeks could burn any hotter, they would be the gates to hell.

“Sonny,” I start but he cuts me off.

“No,mi corazón.I already know where I stand and fuck, do I deserve it. I deserve to be put through the ringer for what I did to you. You didn’t deserve that. If we had just pulled our head out of our asses, things would be so much different right now.” I hear him sigh.

“I’m sorry, Sonny.”

“Me too,Princesa.”

I sigh as I return my gaze to the ceiling. Sonny remains quiet and I know he's giving me a chance to collect myself.

“It feels surreal being here,” I finally say.

“In what way?”

“Like this is exactly where I need to be. Sometimes it feels like it's just a dream that I will wake up from. Or like I’m still waiting for theball to drop. Shit, maybe I’m just waiting for Ashton Kutcher to jump out and say I’m being punked.”

Sonny laughs, “It sometimes feels like that for me too.”

“In what way for you?” I question.

Sonny pauses for a moment and I give him the same opportunity to collect his thoughts. “I’ve never told you or anyone really about this but I know if I want to get back in your good books, I need to start by being completely honest with you.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything if you aren’t comfortable with it, Sonny,” I say in a gentle voice. Opening up to people can be hard and I don’t want to force him to, especially not if he’s not yet ready.

“No, I want to talk to you about it,” he reassures me, “It's just it's not necessarily my story to tell; it's my parents story.”

I nod my head even though he can’t see me.

“My Mama and Papa’s families are rivals. They were destined to grow up to despise each other. According to them they did for years. Now the details aren’t too clear but there was some kind of situation that went down between the two families and a supplier or something and Papa ended up running into Mama.” I hear Sonny chuckle, the sound bringing a smile to my face.

“Papa said that Mama was this absolute light. He called her histesoro.”

“What does that mean?” I ask.

“It means treasure. He said that she was the diamond in the rough. The shining light amongst all of the darkness of his life.”

I can’t help but smile. Their love sounds radiant.

“What happened after that?”

“In all honesty, I checked out for the majority of the stories,” he chuckles, “Those two can get a little… much sometimes.”

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