Chapter 6: Calls

"What?" I managed to ask despite the electricity racing through my body at the contact. "I expected my mate to be a meek one, someone who would obey my every rule and give me less stress," he murmured lowly as if to himself while he gaped at the spot his fingers were glued to my skin. "Heck, I expected her to be a werewolf too." Bad luck then, you get a human for a mate," I said dryly, not sure why I felt the least bit hurt. "She didn't just give me a human mate," he shook his head. "She gave me a hard-headed one." "A mate with an hourglass figure and an insanely soft skin," he emitted, pushing his hands further on my sides to reveal more flesh and causing a shudder to rake through me. "One who is as stubborn as The river stone." "Guess you've got work on your hands," I jeered, biting my lip to prevent a moan as his hands hiked further to below my blossom. "Yes," he agreed and nibbled my jaw. "I'm going to enjoy doing the work." Diego Dante Domino, who gives their child such sexy names? My subconscious inquired as he buried his head in my neck, prompting me to go still in surprise before I giggled as his warm breath fanned My skin. "Did I tickle you?" He inquired, provoking vibrations on my skin that prompted me to fist his clothes tighter. "No," I denied, and in the bid to utter something else, I stupidly said. "I thought your name sounded weird, that's all." "How weird?" He interrogated, and I was, as for once, thankful his head was buried in my neck so he wouldn't see me open and close my mouth like a fish in need of water. "It's just, your abbreviated will be DDD," I let out the only reasonable thing I could come up with instead of blurting the truth about how I thought his name was sexy. "Only you would think of that," he snorted and retracted his head to gape at me. I couldn't hold his gaze and therefore stared at his chest, where my fingers were clamped. "Lie to me and say it doesn't sound funny," I mocked and used the opportunity to retrieve my palm, since I'd been holding onto him long enough. It does sound funny. "It does," he bobbed his head in affirmation and stared at my lips, his eyes turning intense. "It would be nice if you let me go now," I laughed hysterically, still avoiding eye contact, thus he came across as if he wanted to kiss me. "What gave you the impression that I do nice things?" He taunted, scrutinizingly. "Because I'm in no way nice, especially not in bed." "Fuck," I gasped, his words affecting me. A smirk appeared on his face at that, and he got up, carrying me with him, before he gradually placed me on my feet and kissed my chin. "Speaking of bed, I'm certain Abigail informed you that a new room has been prepared for you." "Yes," I answered as he trudged back to his previous spot and proceeded to arrange a few papers as if he wasn't just a second ago all over me. "Did she also explain to you that your belongings have been retrieved and brought here?" He questioned, channelling his gaze from the desk to me. "No, she didn't add that," I grumbled. "Now you know," he declared, seeming to be done with what he was doing, though she was now presently erect and not bent over like before. "I know you want to say something, go ahead." "I'm not returning, am I?" I quizzed, fighting back tears as the grievance of the situation dawned on me. "Sadl,y no." He responded. "At least not until I'm certain you won't go running off and putting me in the situation of tracking you down and dragging you back here." "What if I try doing that even after?" I jabbed and bit the inside of my cheek. "Then just know I'll enjoy giving you your punishment," he sneered, his eyes holding a warning, rather I found my pussy twitching in want. "What does that mean?" I asked. "You have to cross me to find out," he muttered and eyed me from head to toe. "Guess I'll find out sooner than later," I conversed, hands on hips. "You said it yourself, hard-headed and stubborn." "I also said I'll have a lovely time taming you," he said, rubbing his jaw. "You leaving this town for only an hour depends on your behavior." "Maybe if you'll be good, you'll be rewarded nicely," he murmured and crossed over to place a kiss on my forehead before walking to the exit. "Can I ask for one thing?" I requested, hoping he'd grant me what I wanted to ask for "Yes, darling, you can." He halted and swerved to gape at me. "Can I have my phone back?" I implored. "No, oh, you can't," he refused. "On the other hand, you can use the library phone to call anyone you want, but I must warn you, the call is monitored, so don't say anything that'll put you in a compromising situation." "Thanks," I swallowed, and he smiled, offered me a salute, and walked out, the door banging behind him. "Asshole!" I hissed at the door and groaned in defeat. "If only he'd let me have my phone, I'll be out of here in 30 minutes tops." He must have known that, which is why he didn't. "Ugh! Curse werewolves and their sharp senses," I grumbled and aimed my frustration to quiet down. "Which phone was he even referring to?g to," I mumbled, my vision scanning the room, from the shelves to the wide glass windows, to the antiques that were placed around, to the chairs we both occupied. Lastly, the desk. "Wow," I let out in awe at my stupidity, hence the desk should have been the first place my eyes would have strayed, hence the phone he was referring to would be nothing more than a telephone, and not a cellphone. Scoffing at no one but myself, I strutted to Dante's seat where the device faced directly and sat down, feeling a weird sense of power come with the position. Shaking it off, and a little scared, he could walk in and catch me in his seat, I hastily got up and picked up the phone while at it. With it in my left hand, I dialed the number I knew off heart and snatched the device to place on my ear as I prayed the line would connect. Thankfully, it did, and so I counted the seconds till the person on the other side picked up. "Hello?" A male voice answered, prompting me to release a sigh of relief. "Travis, oh my God," I said in excitement, clutching the object tightly. "Who the fuck is this?" He inquired, the cracking of the line making it difficult to discern his words. I glared at the phone in annoyance while wondering who the hell gave them the idea to use the telephone in this time and age. "If this is a prank call, I'll be hanging up now," he told me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "No, no, hold on," I hastily spoke. "Travis, it's me." "It's you who?" He investigated. "Look, I don't have time for this." "Travi, it's Tanya," I explained and hoped he wouldn't end the call. "Tanya Marie?" He inquired. "Travis, how many Tanyasses do you know?" I scoffed and rolled my eyes at how oblivious my best friend could be at times. "Oh my goodness, Tanya, you had us all worried," I heard him exhale through the phone. "Yeah, I know, and I'm sorry," I confessed, gliding my hand through my midnight strands. "Where the fuck are you and what happened?" He threw in a query. "You scared us." "I'm home," I gulped. "And I'm sorry." "Tanya, please tell me if anything is wrong," he pleaded, sounding genuinely bothered. At that point, I was tempted to bare my heart out to him, hence we'd never lied to each both, er no matter the circumstances. They say there's always a first time for everything, so I made that moment mine and instead said, "Everything is fine and there's no need to worry." "You are my best friend, dnd so I have to," he insisted. "You went MIA for the whole day, not appearing on social media and not replying to texts, heck, your number wasn't connecting." "My phone got lost last night on my way to pick up groceries, and because I was using a flashlight, I didn't realize it was missing till I got home," I fabricated, as my eyes twitched, a sign that showed when I was lying. "Shit!" He exclaimed. "Yeah, and it was late to go in search of it, so today after lunch, I took a walk into town and back to the grocery store where I couldn't spot it anywhere," I explained, going with the fake story. "So, I lied, though. I'm presently still in the store where I borrowed the owner's phone to call you, thus I knew you'd be worried," I ended. "Well,l I'm glad you are okay," he answered, seeming to buy the story. "How soon can you get a new one?" "Not soon enough, I didn't realize that, his but no one sells a cellphone here, not even the oldest model," I forged more lies. "So I'll be communicating ing you through this medium and via email till I'm ready to go back into the city and purchase a new phone." "How soon will that be?" He asked. "Soon enough, might be tomorrow, might be next week or month," I mumbled, hence it relied on how soon Dante could return my phone to me. "It's you who decided to go stay in that cursed town, now look what that got you," he grumbled, never a fan of Moonville because he thought it was too far back in time with its structured buildings. "We were just about to head to go file a missing report." That stunned me, "Why?" I interrogated. "And who are the we?" "Dude, it was rare not to hear from you for 24 hours, and you were miles away, so no one could check up on you." He confessed. "Eve and I were just getting prepared to go meet your parents so we can all Goo to the police station together to give our statements." "Oh, where's Eve?" I questioned, wanting to know where my other best friend was. "She's upstairs and will be down in a few," he clarified. "You are lucky to call because your dad was thinking of driving out there at first light tomorrow." "Haha," I laughed hollowly. "There'll be no need for that. I'll call them once this call ends." "You should, oh, Eve is here," he informed. "E,v e come here, Tanya's on the line." I heard shuffling and muffled words for some seconds before she spoke. "Hoe, where the damn hell have you been that you weren't even reachable for more than twenty four hours, and please don't tell me you got fucked by a village champ and you are just waking from a sex coma." "Nice to hear from,o u, Eve," I snorted. "Your imagination never ceases to amaze me." "Your attitude is still intact, guess you are okay," she mumbled in her soft voice. "Which is a relief because I can go get rid of this dress and snuggle on the couch in my pajamas." "Eve.." I drawled, a smile forming on my lips after what felt like a decade. "I love you." "I love you too, babes, now you two lovelies say goodbye to each other so Travis can get the hell out of my house and leave me to my faith," she uttered, dismissing me. "Always the charmer," I said dryly, and I was certain I heard Travis say that same. "At times, I wonder why you two aren't related," she scoffed and confirmed my theory. "Bye, Tanya, and don't forget to call me tomorrow,w or I'll be the one driving to you even though I hate that place," he told her. "I won't," I chuckled. "Love you." "Love you too, bestie," and with that, the line went dead. "Well, that went well," I breathed while I summoned courage for the next call and secretly hoped my Dad's line would go through. I dialed his number and waited as it rang, the call got picked and a womanly voice answered, proving things didn't always go my way. "Sarah Madeline Andre, wife of Leonard David Andr, speaking." "H, M ommom, it's Tanya," I explained, and decided I needed to be seated for that call as I threw my weight back into Dante's chair.