Page 107 of Perfect Alpha

“Itwasyou,” Victory basically shouts. “I knew it! Ifeltyou.”

Her words rock me because that’s exactly what it’s like for me whenever she’s in my vicinity. I can sense her, and her presence both soothes and riles me up like nothing else on earth.

“And next time, I’ll strangle him with my bare hands,” I warn.

Victory giggles and lets out a very ungraceful snort through her tears. “You’re insane. You realize that.”

“Youmake me crazy,” I retort.

Her voice softens. “You sound exhausted.”

“Aidan’s had a rough couple of days, and we’ve had some sleepless nights. He’s been acting out and decided that biting and hitting people is a solid outlet for his anger.”

“I’m sorry,” Victory repeats. “I should be there.”

Yes, you should.

But I don’t say the words because she feels bad enough. As much as I need and crave her, I don’t want to make this situation harder on her.

“It’s okay, angel,” I say instead. “You’ll be here soon enough.”

“I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

Anger makes me bristle because I know she wants to work rather than continue talking to me when I could happily stay on the phone with her all day. “Sure.”

“Cade–”

“I need to get back to Aidan. Your mom is here helping me.”

“I already said I’m sorry, I don’t–”

“You don’t have to do anything, Victory. Have a great day.”

When my phone rings later, I’m surprised that Victory is actually calling back. I’ve been lying in bed staring at the ceiling, and my voice is a dull monotone when I answer.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, sexy.” Her voice, on the other hand, is one that men pay for, and it sends shivers down my spine.

But that doesn’t change how pissed off I am, and my tone is curt. “Hi.”

“Cade, I love you.”

Tears fill my eyes, and I grip the phone so hard I’m afraid it will break. “I love you, too.”

“How mad are you right now?” she asks meekly.

“Fucking furious,” I reply, but I can’t help but chuckle. “I’m tense, I’m exhausted, and I miss you like crazy.”

“I’m in bed wearing your T-shirt and nothing else,” Victory purrs.

“Which one did you snag?” I ask through a smile.

“AC DC.” It’s the first concert I ever took her to, and the memory sends a flood of happiness through my system. “Are you naked?”

I chuckle. “No. Boxer briefs. Where are you going with this?” My heart is racing, and my cock is already getting tight and swollen.

“I want you to settle,” Victory tells me, her voice turning to smoke. “I want to make you come for me.”

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