Sadie
The sound of the phone ringing woke me up, and I stretched, cursing under my breath. I glanced at my phone. Three in the morning. Why the hell was Wyatt calling me at three a.m.? I yawned as I answered, “Hello? What is it?”
“What are you doing?” He sounded drunk.
And I rolled my eyes. “What do you think I’m doing, Wyatt? It’s three in the morning.”
“Actually, it’s 3:05 in the morning. What are you doing?”
“I’m in bed, obviously.”
“Wearing your sexy thong?”
“Wyatt, really? Why are you calling me?”
“I just wanted to see what you were up to.”
“Wyatt, you’re so fucking drunk right now. What is going on?”
“I went to the bar, and I had some drinks with Chet. And now I’m home, and I’m going to have some vodka.”
“I think you need to go to bed, Wyatt.”
“You want to hear what happened to me tonight?”
“Why, what happened to you tonight?”
“You want to hear about the hot blonde that was all over me and squeezing my cock?”
I sat up, pissed off and wide awake. “What are you talking about? Did you have sex tonight?” I could feel my face going red. Jealousy surged through me. Oh my God, why was I reacting like this?
“No, I did not have sex tonight. If I’d had sex tonight, would I be calling you at three in the morning?”
“Well, actually, it’s 3:05 in the morning, remember?”
“Actually, it’s 3:06 now, thank you very much, Sadie Johnson.”
“Wyatt Hamilton, why are you bothering me?”
“Are you still mad at me?”
“What?” I was taken aback. I mean, I was still mad at him, but I hadn’t thought he’d realized it.
“I want to know if you’re still mad at me.”
“Is that why you’re calling me?”
“You never stay mad at me for this long. I mean, what’s going on?”
“Nothing’s going on. I just don’t appreciate how you talk to me. I don’t appreciate you forbidding me to go on a date with Shane Wakefield. Even Olivia and Lucy thought that was absolutely ridiculous.”
“Fine. I don’t forbid you anymore. Do what you want.”
“The point is, you can’t tell me what I can and can’t do. It doesn’t make it better you saying that you un-forbid me because even if you did forbid me, I wouldn’t listen.”
He groaned. “Are you going to go on and on and on about this for the rest of our lives?”
“I certainly hope not, Wyatt,” I sighed.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous. I think I’m going to go in the hot tub.”
“I don’t think you should go in the hot tub. I think you should go to bed.”
“I don’t want to go to bed. I’m going to come over to your house and see you.”
“You cannot come over to my house and see me. You’re drunk. You cannot drive drunk. You know that.”
“What if I ride a horse?”
“You can’t ride a horse drunk either.”
“And you say I’m bossy,” he grumbled.
“You are bossy. And it’s three in the morning. And do not say it’s 3:06 or 3:07, or whatever the actual time is now.”
“Hey, you catch on fast.”
“Oh, Wyatt,” I said. “So what went on with this woman? And why was she touching you?”
“I don’t know. She was at the bar with her friend. They made a beeline for me and Chet, and I guess they wanted to have some sort of hookup. I don’t know. Maybe they wanted an orgy or something. Maybe they’d heard about the Hamilton men.”
“What are you even talking about?” My ears felt hot. I knew exactly what he was talking about.
“She’s most probably heard how hung we are, and that we’re all dynamite in bed.”
“Really, Wyatt?” I said, even though I had wondered about the same thing myself. Not about all of that Hamilton men, but one Hamilton man in particular, though I would never admit that to anyone. Certainly not to Wyatt.
“What? It’s true. What can I say? I’ve been blessed with a very large—”
“Stop it,” I interrupted. “Wyatt, this is not appropriate.”
“What’s not appropriate?” He started laughing. “You don’t want to hear about how large my—”
“Wyatt!”
“What? I was just going to say my feet. Don’t you want to know my feet size so you know what size shoes to get me for my birthday and for Christmas?”
“Wyatt, you were not about to say your feet. We both know that.”
“What? What did you think I going to say?”
“Wyatt …”
“My ears. Do you think I have large ears?”
“Yeah, Wyatt, you have super large ears.”
“Or did you think I was going to say my cock? Did you think I was going to talk about my—”
“Wyatt, I’m going to hang up. Right now. That’s absolutely ridiculous. You cannot talk about your … you know.”
“What, Sadie? You can’t say the word cock?” He started laughing again.
“Wyatt, I’m going now.”
“If you hang up the phone, I’m driving over to your house.”
“No, you cannot drive over to my house.”
“Talk to me, Sadie. I don’t want to go to bed, and everyone else is asleep.”
“So was I!”
“But you’re up now.”
“Fine. What do you want to talk about? And do not say your …” I paused, “little man.”
“My little man?” he started laughing. “Are you trying to insult me? If anything, it’s my big man.”
“I’m not going to call your you-know-what big man.”
“Sadie?”
“Yes, Wyatt.”
“Can you come over?” Something in his tone shifted. He sounded more serious.
“Why?”
“I just want to talk to you in person and, you know, get some things off of my chest.”
“It’s late, Wyatt. Can we talk in the morning?”
“I don’t know if I’ll have the courage in the morning,” he said quietly. “Please?”
“Fine,” I said. “I’ll come over.” I climbed out of bed. “Let me just put on some clothes, and then I’ll be there in about fifteen.”
“You don’t have to put on any clothes.”
“Wyatt Hamilton!”
“What? I’m just saying. I’ve seen you in a thong. You don’t have to put on any clothes.”
“How many times are you going to talk about the thong?” I grumbled. “I never should have let you see.”
“What? I don’t deserve to see my best friend wearing a sexy thong? Is that only reserved for other men?”
“For crying out loud, Wyatt, there are no other men! And no, I’m not sure it’s appropriate that you saw me in a thong.”
“What? You’ve got a nice ass, Sadie. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I’m not embarrassed, Wyatt. I’m—”
“Are you coming over?”
“Why do you want me to come over?”
“I told you, there are some things I want to talk to you about.”
My heart started thumping in my chest. “Like what?”
Was Wyatt going to declare his undying love for me? I mean, I was starting to think I had feelings for him, but this was going from zero to sixty really quickly, and I wasn’t sure I was ready to make the leap just yet. I needed to be wooed. I wanted to be wooed. I deserved to be wooed. Whether by Wyatt or someone else.
“Come on, Sadie,” he pleaded. “Come over”
“Fine. I’m coming.”
“Good,” he said. “And I’ll have a surprise waiting for you when you get here.”
“Oh, yeah? A surprise I’m going to like?”
“I think you’ll love it,” he said. “I think it’s something you’ve been waiting your entire life for.”
And with that, he hung up.
I stood there, staring in the mirror. Oh my God. Wyatt Hamilton was about to declare his undying love for me! Wyatt Hamilton had realized that he had feelings for me, as well! Wyatt Hamilton was seeing me in a new light. He probably had flowers and maybe even jewelry for me.
I mean, what else could it be? He knew that I was a true romantic. And if it was something I’d been waiting for my entire life, well, he was really going to go above and beyond.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. There was no way I was rushing over to his house with bedhead and no makeup. I was going to have a quick shower, blow dry my hair, put on makeup, and a really cute sexy outfit. If he was going to declare his undying love for me, I was going to make sure I looked hot. Even if it was three in the morning. This was something I’d been waiting my entire life for. If Wyatt Hamilton was finally ready to take our relationship to the next level, well, I was willing to go there with him.
And I wanted to know if the rumors were true. Was he dynamite in bed? And was his cock magnificent? Even as his best friend, I didn’t dare ask him how large it was.
But if I was his girlfriend? Shit, I’d get out the measuring tape and figure it out for myself.