Page 79 of White Raven
Ping.
Bitch-boy: How much do you hate me right now?
Clearly, he’d excused himself to a bathroom. He accompanied the text with another picture of his cock in his hand…and her face broke out in a thin sheet of sweat at her hairline.
Me: oh…I fucking despise you.
She turned her screen off, tapping her foot as Rhaena made herself known in the living room. “Morning,” Wren offered, peering around the kitchen doorway. “Coffee?” Rhaena wrapped herself in a blanket and plopped into the armchair, hanging her legs over the side.
“Please. Black as my soul.”
Ping.
Bitch-boy: You know how much I love it when you hate me, Vintorri. I still have the taste of that hate in my mouth. My new favorite flavor.
She was going to beat the ever-loving shit out of him. She pressed call, and it rang once before he answered it—snickering.
“Look, bastard,” Wren whispered, ducking back into the kitchen and pulling two mugs from Rhaena’s cabinet. “I’m about two seconds away from drop-kicking you.”
Brent giggled, making her grin and roll her eyes.“But you’re so pretty when you’re mad, Wren. And why are you whispering?”
“I’m at Rhaena’s. She’s—she’s had a rough night.”
“Does she not know? About…”
“She does. I’m trying to be respectful and not make her purge her breakfast, okay?” Something about the way he asked made her feel like he thought she was ashamed. She didn’t feel ashamed at all. The opposite in fact. But this was still new territory, and an unfamiliar one at that, and Wren was carefully navigating it.
“Is she alright?”
“Yeah, she’s fine. What time will you be freed from your gilded cage?”
“About lunch. Wanna meet up?”
“Yeah, I can do that. Wings at Bunker’s?”
“It’s a date.”
“So it is…gross,” Wren laughed.
“Fuck you,”he chuckled.
She hung up, and poured their coffee, bringing it around the doorway and into the living room. Rhaena missed nothing, and so often, Wren forgot that her hearing was good enough to hear a gnat fart.
“If I’m keeping you, don’t let me. You don’t have to stay here; I’m just being a sodden pussy right now.” Her voice was hoarse from all her sobbing last night. Wren handed her a mug.
“In this particular instance, I’d say your reaction is just.” She sat down on the couch across from her and sipped her coffee, palming the mug and warming her hands. “Did you ever hear back from Brandon last night?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Rhaena said, rolling her eyes. “I sent him a text asking if he’d come over to talk and got pissed when that phone didn’t go off…I woke up this morning and realized it never even went through.”
“Well, that’s good right? That means he wasn’t ignoring you.”
“I have no idea what to say. I feel like—”
Someone started knocking on the door, and Rhaena’s already pale face went three shades of green. Wren answered it for her, finding Brandon on the other side.
“Oh…Wren, I’m—wait…” He looked over at Wren’s door, and then up at the apartment number on Rhaena’s.
“You’ve got the right one, Jenkins. Come on in,” she grinned. He slid in past her, catching Rhaena’s expression from the doorway.
