Future Booty Calls
If the person existed in my contact list, their real name would show up instead of the default profile name.
I clicked on the profile page.
Just a name and a blue rose.
No ‘About,’ no chat history.
A random stranger, or a bot account?
Either way, I was not interested.
I was about to hit ‘Delete’ and ‘Block Contact’ when the second message came in.
HerBlueRose: Don’t you dare delete me!
I typed: Who are you? What do you want?
HerBlueRose: You.
I stared at the screen.
Was that an answer to my second question?
Who the hell was this?
Something told me to look up.
I raised my head.
Kieran was still looking at the screen, seemingly engrossed.
He didn’t turn his head.
His face was impassive.
But I caught him putting down his phone half a second ago.
The pen was no longer in his hand.
Acting on my hunch, I sent HerBlueRose an emoji for a pile of poo.
I kept my eyes trained on him.
He reached for his phone.
Ah, so it was him.
How the hell did he get my number?
He couldn’t possibly ask Rainey fo
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