Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 16

Stella

I'm hiding behind the bleachers after school. Alpha Raphael was searching for me, waiting behind the doors leading outside, so I decided to take the backdoor. Now I'm not sure where to go. I've never been popular, and all the attention that werewolf gives me freaks me out. I don't even f*****g know Raphael! Why can't he wait until the Spring Festival? If he shows up when I peer into the flames, then fine! I would go out with him. Easy.

But no, the guy has decided to stalk me before I've even figured out if he is my mate or not!

Suddenly, I hear Alpha Raphael calling my name. "Stella? I know you're here somewhere. I can pick up on your scent..."

I hyperventilate and press my back into the bleachers, praying Raphael won't look for me here. What is his damn problem? I don't want to talk to him!

"Please don't find me, please don't find me," I continue chanting that sentence repeatedly with closed eyes.

My nose tells me Raphael is approaching my hideout, and in a blind panic, I do the unthinkable.

I call for Evan.

"Evan?" I must be crazy for thinking the vampire will just appear out of nowhere. I wet my lips, whispering. "Are you there?"

"I'm here."

Startled, I shriek when he places a hand on my shoulder and jump a mile from the sudden contact. Evan snorts, and I turn around to glare at the amused vampire. "You can't just pop up like that!" I exclaim. "You scared me!"

"You're mad at me now?" Evan asks, still laughing. "You're the one who called for me!"

"Yes, but I didn't ask you to just pop up behind me and touch me like a freaking ghost!"

He tilts his head, watching me with those intense eyes. "But it's so much fun scaring you!"

Blushing, I send him another glare. "You may leave. I don't even know why I called for you in the first place-you're nothing more than a trickster. Loki but in vampire form."

"I'm not leaving, and Loki?" Evan appears bemused. "Tom Hiddleston is hot, but I wouldn't say we look anything alike. I'm way younger, and to be honest, I think my abs are more defined." I narrow my eyes. "I miss the quiet and brooding Evan. Now all you ever do is boast about your appearance."

He snorts. "You like the old depressed Evan more? Oh, honey, I'm punishing you for that."

A surprised yelp leaves my lips when the vampire embraces me and effortlessly picks me up from the ground. I'm slung over Evan's shoulder, and as I struggle to flee, he jumps into a portal. Suddenly I'm not trying to escape but grabbing on to whatever I can find, which happens to be the fabric of Evan's khaki pants. Only I wind up also grabbing his a*s. f**k!

I immediately let go of the fabric when I realize my mistake, but the harm is already made.

When Evan slips me down from his shoulder, he wears this amused expression that makes me blush.

"Not a word..." I tell him and shyly avert my eyes.

I'm so embarrassed. My heart is pounding like a drum, and I can feel Evan continuing to peer down at me.

"But you don't even know what I would say!"

"Doesn't matter..." I look around. "Wait, where are we?"

I realize we aren't close to our school as I take in our surroundings. The Fancy Clam is right in front of us, one of the most expensive restaurants in the city of Lunaris. "I bought you to The Fancy Clam to eat."

He has to be kidding me...

I lift my chin, meeting his dreamy blue eyes. They almost make me collapse, but I refuse to cave in and let Evan's beauty psych me. He definitely took me here to mess with me. "Since when do you treat the servant werewolf to fancy dinners?"

He chuckles. "You really have a brave mouth on you under your 'pretending to be shy' personality."

"You bring it out of me."

"I can tell," Evan smiles at me. "I like it, though. Women are supposed to be the right amount of feisty, and you're perfect. Anyway, should we head inside? I'm starving."

I gawk at him. "Wait, you're actually serious?"

"Yes, I wish to take you out for a date."

I almost choke but somehow manage to keep my composure.

"Look, Evan, I'm flattered, but... You're the vampire prince, and I know you're only messing with me. You're way out of my league, like, sure, it's fun sexting each other, but a date?" He furrows his eyebrows. "Thanks for the confidence boost and compliment, but I'm not messing with-"

"What would happen if your father knew you were treating the werewolf servant to a fancy dinner?"

"He would try to murder me," his beautiful eyes are lit up. "But he doesn't have to know about this. No one does. I can compel the staff working here to forget about our visit." His father would murder him?! Why am I still standing here entertaining the crazy i***t? I should walk away and save both of our lives!

"Well, that's too huge of a risk for me. There are other werewolves at school that you could date. Plenty of them aren't servants like me, and maybe I could set you up with-" "You don't want to go out with me?"

"No! I rather live, and... I'm not even wearing proper clothes for the occasion."

Evan clicks with his fingers, and then I'm suddenly wearing a green dress. It hugs my curves and fits me perfectly. My old shoes are gone, replaced with high-heels, and I gape like a goldfish. Oh-my-god, what kind of magic is this? Even my hair is down and cascading down in red, flame-like waves!

"You were saying?" Evan appears amused. He is still much taller than me, even with the high heels.

"Uh... How did you do that?"

A lazy smile appears on his lips. "I'm possibly the strongest vampire in the region-summoning clothes isn't a problem."

I stare down at the dress, taken by the gorgeous fabric. "So you're like a fairy godmother?"

He laughs. "Please never call me that."

I lift my eyes to his. "I make no such promises."

"Tough love-I can live with that."

I cross my arms over my chest. "Anyway, I don't think we should head inside. It's a bad idea."

Evan offers me his hand and looks downright seductive. The smile on his face is rare, and I get the feeling it's reserved only for me. "It might not be the right thing or even the smartest thing to do, but... I think you would regret not following me inside." I narrow my eyes. "Is that a threat?"

He breathes a laugh. "So hostile... And no, it's not a threat. I'm genuinely interested in you. Is that so hard to believe?"

My heart somersaults, and I sigh in defeat. "I better not regret this."

Evan smiles. "You won't."

I offer him my hand, and his larger one engulfs mine. It makes me blush, and for some reason, I experience butterflies.