Some of you probably already know this, but in case you haven't read the messages on my board/Wattpad profile and are wondering why I haven't updated in a few weeks: I haven't abandoned this story. My grandfather was admitted to the ER early this month and some time after passed away. I wasn't in the mindset to write, but I'm getting back to it. I have a lot to catch up on, so please be patient with me!

You'll get a new chapter next Sunday and a Kennedy extra the Friday before that. Last month's one was about Callum and I'll link it in the first comment and as an External link for those of you who've missed it.

But now, let's get a dose of Alec.

I turned to lie on my stomach over the stack of pillows I had sprawled on my bed.

It was a late afternoon and I was bored out of my mind.

I didn't fancy playing the piano or the violin, I didn't feel like watching TV and I wasn't in the mood to go out. It was too early in the day and the clubs weren't even opened yet. Not that I was looking forward to a hookup either.

When you had too much of one thing, you eventually got bored with it.

I turned around, lying on my back.

What was I to do?

I'd tried texting Vika, but she was busy, so I had to find someone else to speak to.

I picked up my phone, pulled up Adam's number, and wrote:

Send me a nude

I didn't actually want to see him, but I imagined it would annoy him to get such a text any time of the day, but especially when he was at work. And sure enough, he replied:

Stop bothering me. I won't reply until you have something valuable to say.

I smirked, but that was it. A brief moment, and my fun was over. I scrolled through my contacts and grinned again as I saw the name Keri.

How are you and dear old Callum doing?

And I don't use "old" just as a part of the saying

A simple text of Not today Alec made me frown and the expression only deepened when I sent her a few more teasing messages and got nothing back. I knew the Silver Bullets' Alpha wouldn't have put up with me for long, but I'd been expecting some entertaining arguments to busy myself with for the next ten to fifteen minutes before she gave up and stopped replying.

Was everyone going to ignore me today?

Kennedy was next in line, but he was probably absorbed in a soccer game, so I scrolled down in search of someone else to amuse myself with. I could text David, but we'd recently hooked up and I had no desire to spoil him with more of my company.

A text from my father inviting me over for dinner, lit up the screen, but I didn't reply and kept going through my contact list until I reached Riley.

Alec: I fancy a bite. Know anyone good?

About half a minute later, I got:

Riley: Do you really expect me to recommend you an innocent person to feed on?

A smirk appeared on my lips again and I moved up the pillow pile to make myself more comfortable.

Alec: I'll make it worth their time  😈 You don't know what you missed out on when you married my uncle

This time it took a few minutes - long enough for me to get impatient and open up the app to one of my favorite snack supply companies - before I got back a text.

Riley: STAY AWAY FROM MY HUSBAND OR I'LL CLAW YOU!

And then:

Riley: This is Rhys by the way

I let out a frustrated sigh. There went my entertainment!

I only had a handful of phone numbers of people I wasn't shagging and I had pretty much ran out of them.

I got up, ignoring another text from my father - Please call me - and headed for the kitchen to console myself with some ice cream. I filled a large bowl with a mixture of vanilla and caramel, then made myself comfortable on the couch.

Luca - who was lying on the armrest - lazily opened one green eye to look at me, sniffed the air, decided he wasn't in the mood for sweets, and went back to his nap. He seemed just as bored as me, and rightfully so as we hadn't been up to much in the past few days.

I brought a spoonful of both ice creams to my mouth and licked the treat.

The last time the two of us had had some fun had been when...

I grinned around the spoon.

Yes.

Him.

Why not?

"Aaaaand I'm done!" Sasha shouted triumphantly, slamming the folder that held her report on the desk, not caring that her being loud disturbed our colleagues.

I shook my head and went back to re-re-reading my own final report, making sure everything was in order.

We'd finally managed to close the theft case and, as we'd suspected, the thief had indeed been a Gifted. A registered one, who'd fled his home country in Europe with several warrants out for his arrest. Now that we'd caught him, we'd handed him over to two colleagues who'd handle his deportation back to his home country where he'd be tried for crimes more severe than he'd committed here, in America.

I was glad that this case was over, but we had piles and piles of opened ones that needed our attention, something I'd remind Sasha of once I was done with my reading.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and thinking it could be work-related, I took it out, my eyes rounding when I saw I had a text from Alec and then narrowing when I read what it said.

Alec: I'm bored. Let's sext.

I almost sent back "'Sext' isn't a word", when I realized that could be viewed as a conversation starter and decided to ignore him instead.

A couple of minutes later, I got:

Alec: Come on. Whatever you are doing, I'm more fun.

And then:

Alec: I bet you are the type who seems quiet, but likes dirty talk.

And afterwards:

Alec: Maybe I should start? Do you want me to tell you what I'll do to you to have you begging me on your knees?

Each line was getting me more and more flustered, and I began tapping my foot against the floor. I'd just made up my mind not to keep reading when my screen lit up, this time announcing that Alec had sent me a photo.

Panicking it could be a nude and that someone would for some inexplicable reason decide today was a good day to snoop into the files on my phone, I grabbed the device, looked about - everyone on the floor was minding their own business, which in Sasha's case meant playing on her own phone - and quickly opened up the file.

Adrian: Why did you send me a photo of your asshole cat?

Alec: To check if you are reading my messages.

I sighed.

Alec: Which obviously you are. Offer for sexting still stands.

This time I couldn't help myself. It didn't matter anyway; I'd already taken the bait.

Adrian: "Sext" and "sexting" are not words.

Alec: They are slang words. U up 4 it?

I was sure he was purposefully using "U" and "4" instead of "You" and "for" to try to piss me off. It was working, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So instead of correcting him, I wrote: I'm at work.

Simple, and would've been effective with some people, but obviously not with Alec.

I was not that lucky.

Alec: So you DO need some entertainment.

Adrian: Stop texting me.

Alec: Shouldn't that end with an exclamation mark?

Adrian: Alright. Stop texting me!

Alec: No "please"?

I could just about imagine him smirking. I should just leave my phone and ignore him. That would be the rational thing to do. Just end this. But I texted him back.

Adrian: Alec, shut up!

Alec: I'm not talking, I'm texting.

Adrian: STOP TEXTING ME!!!!!

Alec: 👿

Alec: What would I get out of it?

Adrian: Are you really trying to blackmail an officer of the law?

Alec: Would you be surprised if I was?

Alec: I just need some persuading.

Adrian: No.

Alec: You don't even know what I'd ask for.

Feeling someone's gaze on me, I lifted my eyes from my phone and towards a puzzled-looking Sasha. She raised one red eyebrow in question - I was not known to be fond of the device I'd been holding onto for a while now - and I knew I had to end this quickly.

Adrian: Say what it is and let's get this over with.

Alec: Why? Do you have something to do?

Adrian: I AM AT WORK!

I was tempted to actually call him and scream that in his ear, but that would've attracted even more attention than Sasha's happy shout earlier, so I settled for the text.

Alec: So?

I typed "Last text, Alec. Make it a good one.", but realizing that his definition of "good" would probably vastly differ from mine, I changed the second sentence to "Get to the point." and hit the send button.

Alec: Invite me to come over to your place tonight.

If Sasha had been curious about my behavior before, I was sure she was dying to know what had gotten into me now.

After all, it wasn't every day that I stared at my phone, gaping like a stuffed fish.

Somewhat short, but I'm still trying to get back into writing mode. I hope you enjoyed the chapter nevertheless. Please give it a VOTE if you did!

And leave me a comment to tell me if you think Adrian would actually invite Alec and maybe Luca over.

Speaking of Luca: what did you think of his photo?

PS: I know I have a lot to catch up to on Wattpad, including replying to your comments on the previous chapter. I'll get to it soon. Thank you for being so patient and understanding!