Page 22 of Perfect Rhythm
“Okay, I’ll text you.”
She stepped forward, and I yanked her back.
“I said,callme.”
“O...okay,” she whispered, her eyes glued to mine. She stared like she had something more to say. Something Iwantedto hear. But whatever it was, she swallowed it down and glanced away. “You’re not always right, you know?”
I let a slow grin spread across my face. “Oh, trust me, I am. Just wait and see.”
9
NYX
The second I stepped into my apartment, I closed the door and collapsed against it. “Seriously, Nyx? What the hell is wrong with you?” I mumbled, yanking off my boots and tossing them across the room. My pussy was soaked, my panties sticking to me like a second skin.
This is not okay. I shouldn’t want this man. I can’t want this man.
Shade was dangerous. Every fucking inch of him. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every part of me was drawn to him, knowing nothing good could come from it. But even if I wasn’t with Eli, getting involved with a man who was in the music industry was a big no for me. There was too much drama, too many games and too many bitches. I’d witnessed enough with Mecca and Skye.
I paused.
Why the hell am I trying to sort this shit out in my head in the first place? I’m in a relationship. None of this should even be a thought.
I inhaled deeply, my eyes dropping to my phone. No missed calls. No texts from Eli.
Damn, I guess he really didn’t give a shit.
Just as I was about to put my phone down, a text popped up.
Shade: I thought I told you to call me when you got inside.
Nyx: My bad. I forgot. I’m inside.
Shade: Try again.
Nyx: Huh?
Shade: I said try again.
I stared at the screen, completely lost. Then, it hit me. I tapped the call button.
He answered on the first ring.
“Are you happy now?” I asked, frustration bleeding into my voice.
“Yes, I am.”
“Good. Now, get off the phone and go do whatever it is that you do on nights like this. You’re probably on your way to the strip club, huh?”
“Not at all,” he said calmly. “After I get some food, I’m heading back home.”
“Really? That doesn’t sound like an eventful evening.”
“Actually, watching Annalise Keaton try to fix some shit that her ungrateful ass students fucked up is very eventful.”
My eyes lit up. “Damn, so you feel like they were ungrateful as hell too?”
“Hell yeah! I’ve watched every season of that show like fifty times, and every time I get pissed off about how hard she went for them.”
