Page 130 of Heartless Sinner

Her rudeness had caught me off guard. I’d never had anyone speak—or rather, text—me like that.

Me: I was bored.

Daphne: Are you one of those guys who can only talk to girls via text?

Daphne: Can I start calling you Bashful Brooksy?

I rubbed the back of my head, remembering how I’d stared at my phone and wondered what the hell was wrong with this girl.

She and my sister had always said stupid shit when I was around. I shouldn’t have expected anything different.

Daphne had a smart-ass comment for everything.

It should’ve annoyed the shit out of me.

Stupidly, I kept waiting for the next one.

Me: Fuck no.

Daphne: You should’ve said yes.

Daphne: Now I know you don’t like it.

Daphne: I shall now make that your official nickname.

I hadn’t answered her for a while then.

Some chick had sent me a nude, but my cock didn’t twitch once when I looked at it.

I’d only wished it were a nude from the girl who was currently giving me a weird-ass nickname.

Daphne had been eighteen then, so I could’ve asked her for one.

I didn’t, though.

Swear to God, that didn’t make me Bashful Brooksy.

Me: I texted you because I was bored.

Daphne: Wow, you shouldn’t have admitted that.

Daphne: I’m going to text with Josh now. He said he was texting me for a date. Not because he was bored.

Me: Josh isn’t your type.

Daphne: Oh, really?

Me: Yes, really.

Daphne: What’s my type then?

Me: Me.

Daphne: My type sends me flowers.

Daphne: Garden roses and peonies.

Daphne: Goodnight.