Moments of Malevolence by T.L. Smith EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Zuko
“YOU’VE REACHED Sage from You Beat It, We Spit It. First, let’s start with
your name…”
That incredible voice rings through my phone, and I sit up a little
straighter at the sound.
A swan. For some reason, her voice reminds me of a swan, lord fucking
knows why, it’s not like they talk… But I bet if it did, it would sound like her
—all grace and elegance with a melodic glide that can make a grown man
moan.
“Hello?” There she goes again, making my cock hard with that damn
voice.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“Sage…” She pauses at my voice, and I hear her breathing pick up.
“You’ve been working a lot lately,” I tell her.
“That just proves you’ve been calling a lot lately,” she replies back.
Little does she know just how many times I call—many more than she
can imagine. Hearing her voice eases a lot of shit stirring inside me and I
fucking hate it, because no one should hold that much power without
knowing it.
I can’t remember the first time I called or how I got the number. But now
I treat it like a druggie treats crack, and I’m fucking milking it for all it’s
worth.
That voice.
The way she says my name.
“Are you still there, Zuko?” She doesn’t say it in a voice of concern,
more like boredom and one that implies I need to hurry up so she can get
back to whatever it is she was doing.
Women either drop to their knees for me or run. Her? Well, she doesn’t
seem to care.
And I like that about her.
A lot.
I hear her chewing gum on the other end of the line and listen as she
blows a bubble and it pops loudly into the receiver.
“Yes,” I answer.
“Good. So how do you want to do this tonight?” she asks. “Would you
like me to start by telling you how wet I am at hearing your sinful-as-fuck
voice echo through the phone and calling my name? You know I enjoy it
when you call my name,” she purrs.
“It’s not your real name, now, is it?” I reply. “Tell me your real name,” I
urge.
She laughs. It’s not a playful noise, more of a “yeah, fucking right, not
happening” sound.
“Zuko. Is that even your real name? It sounds made up.” A change of
subject—she is so very good at deflecting.
“Yes, it is my name. Why would I give you a fake name?”
“Okay, we can agree to disagree, Zuko.” She says my name long and
drawn out as it rolls off her tongue. “How would you like today to go?”
“Tell me… What did you do today?” I ask.
“Is that what you really want to hear?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. First, you tell me what you did.”
“I sliced a man’s throat because he annoyed me. It was bloody.”
“You always say the weirdest shit.” I can imagine her head shaking and
the look on her face—pure boredom.
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