Page 70 of Twisted Hearts

I grab it back, paling as I read what she wrote.

Me

Did that text not come through before? I said “no”.

After that, there’s a freaking winky face.

He’s going to lose it.

Tyrant

I think you might have forgotten the nature of our arrangement. I want you at my house, naked, on all fours on my living room floor, in twenty minutes.

My thumbs dance across the screen.

Me

I can’t tonight.

Boundaries. We seriouslyneedboundaries.

Tyrant

Once again, I’m not sure if you’re remembering our arrangement. Be at my place in twenty or there will be consequences.

“Motherfuck! Callie!”

I lunge for my phone again after she grabs it. But she’s faster.

“Oh my fuckingGod!” she blurts, giggling as her face goes red. “Eilish Kildare! Who thefuckis this guy?!” She laughs, with Dahlia staring at the screen in shock. ‘I want you at my house, naked, on all fours on my living room floor’?! Who even talks like that?!”

Dahlia flushes and grins. “I mean,Iwouldn’t be mad if someone talked to me like that—well, depending on the someone, of course.”

Callie cracks up. “Yeah, same. Now I’m super curious who the hell ‘Tyrant’ is.”

“He’snobody,” I mumble through a throbbing face.

She stares at me. “Wait. You’re totally fucking this guy, aren’t you?”

I swallow thickly but don’t answer, chewing on my lip.

“What thefuck, Eilish!?” She glares at me. “You don’t keep something like that from your best friend!”

You do when it’s a man who almost went to war with both our families.

“I…” I look away just as the waiter arrives with our obscene number of margaritas. Which we all instantly dip into.

“Look, I was going to tell you, I swear. I’m just…” I shrug. “Figuring it out, I guess? It’s not anything serious. Really.”

She glares at me before sighing. “Fine. I forgive you.” She waits a beat for emphasis. “Dick.”

“Thank you.”

Callie gives me a look before giggling again. “But seriously. ‘Or there will be consequences’?” She shakes her head. And before I can stop her, she’s typing rapid fire responses, mumbling them out loud as she does.

“El-oh-elll,” she giggles. “Like what?”

I groan. He’s going to make me pay so hard for this.

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