Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 104

Rebecca

Greta looks me up and down as I lean against the sink. "So you're saying... William, used to be good in the other world?" "Yes."

"And you were in love with him?"

I meet her eyes, smiling painfully. "I'm still in love with him... That's the messed up part."

Even with the mate-bond and the bridge broken from my side, my heart is pounding. Yearning. Longing.

Basically pleading for William.

"I don't judge you," Greta lifts her cup of tea to her lips. "Even if William is known as the cold-hearted alpha, he does sound a thousand times better than Davis, who killed my mate in the other universe."

"Davis also murdered his beta, brother, sister, mother, and anyone who spoke against him. Davis abused me for years before the demon got to him, and once the mate-bond kicked in, he still never cared about me. He was wrong in the head, and anyone with two brain cells would never date the guy. Demon or not."

"Does William care?"

I pause and chew at my lip. "William is... He is hard to read. Maybe he cares in his own way?"

"He seems to like you."

My pulse ticks faster against my neck. The way William looked at me when I rejected him broke my heart. I loved him in the other timeline, and he still gives me butterflies...

I'm attracted to him.

Shivering in his presence and fighting the urge to kiss the charming pivot above his lips.

But how do you safely love someone so powerful?

William has turned into the strongest alpha I've ever met.

What if he decides to use those abilities against me? Compel me to do things for him and what not.

I shudder.

"Well, William also likes to brainwash people. It frightens me."

Greta snorts and adds more honey to her tea. "True. William is a special case of crazy, but can you blame him for being like this? You told a kid to grow powerful. What did you expect?" "Honestly?" I laugh. "Not this."

"Understandable..." Greta fishes up a piece of paper from the pocket of her jeans and pushes it forward over the table.

"What is that?" I grab the paper between two digits.

"Alpha William's number," Greta informs me. "He told me to give it to you," she shrugs, and her lips curl into a smile. "It doesn't hurt to text with him, does it?"

A snarl starts in my throat. "I told William to stay away from me..."

"Which probably is why he gave me his number," Greta sighs. "Look, you don't have to text him. That's your choice, but... If I were you, I would contact him." "Why?"

"To see if he is entirely lost?"

I sigh heavily, fighting a laugh when Greta smirks. "Maybe... I don't know... Okay? But I will think about it."

Later the same day, I'm lying in my bed. I glare at my phone and run my fingers through my hair. This is stupid. I shouldn't contact William, but it seems my heart has a mind of its own. Me: There will be ground rules you must follow if you wish for me to message you.

One: never approach me at school. Capish? These messages don't make us friends.

Two: don't EVER read my mind, got it?

Three: if you want me to stop hating you a tiny amount, you should stop compelling innocent people into being your slaves.

It takes less than a minute for William to reply.

William: Hello to you too. Even though you gave me no name, I assume this is Rebecca messaging me. And damn, those are some demands.

I glare harder at the screen, holding the phone above my head. One leg is rested over my knee, and I furiously kick it back and forth while answering the a*****e. Me: Do you agree to those demands?

William: Yes, to one and two. But three? I'm unsure. Does this include firing my personal foot masseurs?

Me: Did you compel them into working for you?

William: ...

I'm actually laughing in my bed. This guy... I can't tell if he is evil or an absolute idiot.

Me: Then it's obvious what you should do.

William: Fine, but... In my defense, those girls I compelled would probably have served me without brainwashing. Seriously?

I bite back a smile.

Me: You're so arrogant.

William: Guilty...

William: Wait, what about the chefs working in the kitchen?!

Woah, chefs? Doesn't he do anything by himself?!

Holy moon goddess...

Me: Just how many people have you compelled?

William: A lot of them...

Me: Release them from their jobs.

William: You're no fun... What am I going to eat from now on, huh?

Me: Food? Either way, it kinda looks like you will be cooking your own meals from on now, alpha.

William: How do you use a microwave?

Me: LOL

William: Pretty sure I've never cooked anything remotely complicated in my entire life... I can't even boil eggs. I've never done it before.

Me: Not my problem.

William: I will starve.

Me: Good.

William: Come and work for me as my personal chef?

An image of me serving William grapes and massaging his big, muscular back sends heat to my cheeks. I can visualize my fingers kneading into his buttcheeks. Large and round from hours spent at the gym and- I give myself a mental slap.

Focus, Rebecca.

Me: Nah. I don't want to.

William: You're so heartless!

Me: Only when it comes to you.

William: Why does it feel like I'm losing more than I'm gaining from this friendship...

Me: Oh, we can stop texting and end this right now.

William: NO!

William: I will be better.

Me: That's what I thought.

For many seconds there is no response, and I sigh. William probably doesn't know what to write, and he is dreaming if he thinks I will try to keep the conversation rolling.

I set my phone on my nightstand, only to hear it ping.

No. I'm not going to pick it up again-

Less than three seconds later, I roll over and pick my phone up from the nightstand.

I'm weak.

William: What is your favorite color?

Is he for real?

He thinks this will lead to a conversation?

Pfft!

Me: Blue.

William's reply comes in like rapid fire.

William: Like my eye! I knew that we were meant to be together!

I snort.

Me: Don't flatter yourself. Besides, you have only one blue eye.

William: Yes, but you like it. Admit it!

To my surprise, I laugh again at his message and make myself comfortable against my pillows.

I fall into a conversation about random stuff with William over text, and he responds within seconds.

Soon, there is a permanent smile on my lips and an annoying flutter in my heart that won't go away. Texting with William is refreshing.

And kind of addicting.

Okay. Let's be honest. It's more than "kind of" addicting. I'm actually having fun.

I should get ready for bed. Brush my teeth and close my eyes. Instead, I'm texting with William.

Minutes turn to hours. And soon, it's four in the morning, and I have to force myself to fall asleep.

The last few messages on my phone leave my stomach buzzing with bees and butterflies.

Me: Even though we have texted for hours now, this still doesn't make us friends. Stay away from me tomorrow.

William: As you wish...

Me: Good.

William: Let me just say this. I'm not a good person, and I realize that you rejected me, but... I really enjoy talking to you. Even if you're feisty, sarcastic, and sometimes mean. He likes to talk with me? Bullshit.

Me: Why don't I believe you?

William: Because you haven't seen the dumb smile I've had on my face the entire time we have been texting.

I never replied after that message.

But as I drift off to sleep, a smile curls my lips.