Page 1 of The Fallen
FALLEN FOR YOU
KATY MANZ
CHAPTER 1
ZADKIEL
"My God, I love the pumpkin-spiced chai from Pink Coffee Cafe." I closed my eyes to take in the mixture of flavors hitting my taste buds. "I only wish they sold it all year long."
"That's the problem with seasonal drinks." Jophiel sipped his own pumpkin-spiced iced chai. "You get addicted to the yummy flavors and then have to wait months to taste them again. If they even come back. I hate when a flavor comes into my life just for one season, never to hit my tongue again."
"Are we still talking about tea?" I had a feeling we’d left the topic of tea and dived into another subject entirely.
"I was thinking about this guy I hooked up with last year." Jo sat at the table next to the reading nook inside the cafe. "We had the most amazing sex of my life but then walked away without even exchanging numbers."
"Jo, that's your regular weekend-hookup rule. You like to be anonymous so they don't come around begging for another bite of your angel pie, right? So, why is this guy bugging you?" Joloved to fuck and never was without a hookup. This guy who was still on his mind after a year had to have had a golden dick or something.
"I know, Zad." Jo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "No matter how many guys I take to bed, I compare them to this guy. I haven't been able to fully enjoy an orgasm since that night because I keep thinking how he could have had me come three times by now."
"Wow."
"Yep." Jo sighed. "Zad, you need to help me."
"I'm not fucking you?—"
"Be serious, for once." I knew Jo meant business when my best friend snapped at me. "I need to find this guy, and you need to help me."
"Do you have any clues as to who he is or where we could even start looking for him?" I'm good at locating people but usually need at least a name, a location, or a description.
"I do have a partial picture of him on my phone. And I think he said he liked to hit this one club downtown. But I haven't ever seen him there again since that night." A blush crept up Jo's cheeks. "I looked."
That shocked me. Jo never chases. He is always pursued.
"Okay, give me your phone and show me that picture of this god who has captured your attention so fully that no other mere man can make you come the same as he."
"Shut it, Zad. I'm serious. And your overly flowery prose makes me stupider for feeling this way." Jo hid his head in his hands, and a part of me felt terrible—until I remembered all the times he had given me a hard time over falling in love in the past.
"You'll get over it." I grabbed his phone off the table and scrolled his camera roll. "Dude, how many dick pics do you have on here?"
"Give that to me." Jo jumped up from his seat and grabbed his phone. "You don't even know where to look for his pic. And I needed to get the right angle."
"Oh god. Get me bleach."
"Zad—"
"Those are all ofyourjunk?" I took a water bottle from my bag and started splashing my eyes as if to clear the image from them. "I would blind myself, but the image burned itself into my memory. Fuck you, Jo. Why do you need to take dick pics anyway?"
"Stop acting like a fool, Zad." Jo sat down with his phone, shaking his head. "Don't go through people's property if you can't handle what you find."
"Ah." I sagged into my seat. "Fine. Go through the photos and find the one you want to show me. Text it to me, and I will never touch your phone again. I might never get hard again after that, either."
"Fuck you," Jo laughed. "There, I sent it to you."
"Thanks." I pulled out my phone to check my text messages. "And don't ever think of sending me one of those other pics. Some things best friends should never see of one another, and cock shots are one of those things."
"Whatever." Jo grinned. "Did you get the photo?"
"I did, and I am entering it into my image program to search for any matches in the data I already have." I uploaded the photo and hit search. "Give it about an hour."
