Blasphemous (Torn #3)(44)
“Bass, it hurts to think of you.” Saying it out loud in the empty space as I sadly smiled at the picture of him.
I’ll forever love you, my heart added.
Even though my coping mechanism had helped me a great deal, it still didn’t shake off the reality that I was in love with him.
One whole month later.
I haven’t seen him for four weeks and yet it felt like it’d been years since I saw him last. I shivered as if cold, even though it was warm tonight. Bracing myself, I moved towards the bay windows and stared at the moonlit sky. How often had I gazed towards the moon with him next to me? Kissing me senselessly until I was drunk from his kiss, drunk from his intoxicating self?
Hugging myself tighter, I started to take shallow breaths to help ease the drumming pain in my heart as I slowly dragged myself back to my bedroom. Sliding back in the cool sheets, I tried my damnedest to make myself fall asleep, but thirty minutes later, my anger was directed at the ceiling as I cursed the night. Frustrated as hell as my thoughts lingered with Bass again.
Maybe, for just a second, I could just hear his voice? Then, maybe, I could go another month without him. Sick of hearing all the pros and cons in my jumbled mind, I snatched my phone from the nightstand, blocked my number and dialed his.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
By the fourth ring, I was just a breath away from hanging up when he finally took the call. “Yes?” he exasperatingly asked, as if he had something better to do than take a call.
Taken by surprise with his demeanor, I let out a loud gasp before I bit down on my tongue for my na?ve gaffe at being a secret caller.
“Hello?” Bass said again, voiced in a higher octave than earlier, piqued.
My teeth hadn’t released my tongue since I was on dangerous ground—wanting to tell him it was me—but I was too afraid that he would hang up on me, so either way, this was the course to pursue without exposing myself for more rejection and pain.
“Your gasp gave away that you’re a woman. Are you in a habit of pissing off every person in your contact list because you’re certainly shitting on mine!” He gave an inebriated laugh, as if disgusted. “Women! I f*uking hate you all, cock suckers!”
A soft groan came out of me as I weighed how much alcohol he had consumed gauging from his word vomit.
“That sound you just made… sounds so familiar. I guess we had sex before, huh?” Bass sounded entertained now. “If you’re going to make an appointment, you can join the rest of the line.”
Women. He was talking about the women he had sex with. A gutted hiss came out of my lips as I opened my mouth to cuss him out. “Y—” I covered my mouth before I had the chance to finish.
My heart was stampeding against my chest as I listened to the silent end of the line. I checked the screen to see if he had hung up on me, but surprisingly, he hadn’t. He was still there… listening.
“Is it really you?” He finally managed to utter a soft sound.
Who was ‘you’? I could be anyone. I could be an axe murderer for all he knew.
Now, I was the one whose curiosity was heightened. The inkling of demanding who ‘you’ was, slowly churned my stomach into a riotous disorder.
After a long stretch of silence, he finally gave up. “I have a long day ahead of me in a few hours. Have a goodnight.”
He reverted to silence again. After sixty seconds, he spoke again with such care that it felt almost like an endearment. “Goodnight.”
Goodnight, my love, I silently spoke before I heard him cut the call with a defeated sigh.
As if in slow motion, I slid the phone off my hot ear and placed it before me, staring as if I held the most precious thing the world had to offer before I carefully placed it back on the oak side table.
Okay, that call was in my all-time high of odd and creepy, stalkerish motives, but the butterflies in my tummy hadn’t thought so.
Hearing his voice did this to me. I should be baffled with the kind of power he had over me, but I was too strung out with such delirious happiness to care.
It was enough to tide me over for another few weeks of hibernation.
Content and surging with Bass Bliss, I fell asleep, smiling as I recalled how he said ‘goodnight’. In the same voice he used to whisper in my ear, holding me against his heart before going to sleep.
Chapter 18
A month later…
“The most painful thing isn’t being alone, but to be forgotten by someone you can’t forget.”
- Author Unknown
Emma
Tonight was Halloween and I still hadn’t decided what to wear to Carter’s party. I was enjoying my blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese and my morning coffee when Lindsey strolled into the kitchen, thumbs busy typing on her cellphone.
After she was done, she decided to sit next to me and took the other half of my bagel. “Awesome! Thanks for making me breakfast, doll!” she declared as she bit into my breakfast.
“I didn’t, but you go right ahead and eat mine.”
I suppose she was ravenous since she didn’t utter a single word until she was almost a bite away from finishing. “We need to make you sizzle tonight. It’s been two months, so you’re icky cobweb period is dunzo. Don’t you think it’s time to get those hot pipes working again?” Lindsey suggestively said before popping the rest of the bagel into that crazy mouth of hers.