His Secret Obsession

Chapter 7-The Call

Chapter 7-The Call

Ronan's text kept running through my mind, the message actually making me laugh. The feel of my heart aching caused reality to come crashing down.

He’s probably wondering if I drank too much or something.. Most likely concerned for me as a friend, because why would Ronan like me more than that?

How could I think that he could develop feelings for me when it hadn't happened up to this point? What would be different this time? Even in a fake online world, there was no way he would have feelings for me. I just needed to realize that now and not get my hopes up.

Katina: Yeah, just going to bed. Hope you have a good rest of your night.

I sent the message before clicking my phone off and setting it down beside me.

I hated this. I hated this feeling like I’m never going to be enough. All those times I was a third wheel with Mack when the guys I liked only talked to me to get to her. Realizing that it would never be me because there was obviously something wrong with me. I’m nineteen freaking years old and a virgin. Not only a virgin, but I have never even had a real kiss before. I felt pathetic.

Suddenly the image of Asher's mouth against my throat flashed across my mind and I couldn't help but groan.

Ugh, how embarrassing. I don't think I could ever look him in the eyes again after this. He had to know I was completely into it and more than willing. That's probably the worst part about all of this.

Just then, my phone vibrated again, making me lift my head up before grabbing my phone in frustration. Who was texting me now? If it’s Mack asking me to come back down to the party, I might just lose it.

Ronan74: Can I call you?

I instantly sat up. What did he just ask?

My eyes widened in disbelief as I read his message over and over again. He wanted to call me? I quickly wiped my tear stained cheeks before taking a few steadying breaths as I typed back a message.

I began writing out a response and then hastily deleted it, fighting with what I should even say. Finally I just typed out a message and hit send while falling back on the bed, groaning loudly.

Katina: Yeah sure, if you want to.

Oh god, I needed to play this cool. I bit my lip anxiously, while staring at the screen, waiting for a response. That's when my heart stopped as the call prompt on the chatting app popped up. I swear I could throw up right now.

"Hello?" I answered nervously. The anticipation of hearing his voice again made me shy. Before it was always on a group call with our other online friends. So doing a one on one chat, yeah, I was freaking the hell out.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Ronan’s deep raspy tone caused my stomach to tumble over and over again.

He sounded like he was trying to be quiet too.

I turned over in bed, biting my lip roughly before releasing it and trying to take a steadying breath. I somehow felt even more anxious after everything that happened tonight.

"Oh, I just feel like I never want to drink again." I laughed nervously and I could hear him chuckle softly as I turned in the bed once more. Why was it so hard to get comfortable right now?

"Yeah, sounds like quite the eventful night." He sounded just as nervous as I was. For some reason, his voice always sounded so familiar to me. The way he spoke and his tone.To be honest, he sounded a lot like Asher, but more deep and husky. Let's just hope that’s the only similarity they seem to have, if not, I'm in big trouble.

"What did you end up doing? And sorry for drunk texting you so much." I cringed inwardly, hoping it didn't annoy him too much.

Ronan laughed, seeming to relax with my lighthearted response. If I'm being honest, I’m surprised I could even form coherent sentences at this point.

"Just hung out with a few friends. And it's okay, you can always text me, drunk or not." I could hear the sincerity in his voice and it made relief flood through me.

As weird as this is to say, he sounded so handsome. I could just tell by the way he spoke.

"I know you are pretty private and you don't have to tell me.. I just.. Well I was wondering how old you are?" I blurted out withTrixie's words still lingering in the back of my mind. Please don't be fifty, please don't be fifty.

He paused for a moment, obviously contemplating if he should share more about himself. Which I understand. Technically I am a complete stranger.

"I'm twenty-one." He answered and I sat up.

He is twenty-one? He is only two years older than me!

"Oh gosh, what a relief. Trixie had me convinced you were a fifty-year-old man or something." I laughed, causing his own deep laugh to follow.

"Nope, not fifty, how old are you?" He asked, making me feel nervous all of a sudden. Maybe I was too young for him.

"I uh, turned nineteen this past June." I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the rejection, was he going to think I was too young or something?

"Nice, there’s only a two year difference." His response made my stomach flip uncontrollably.

"Yeah." I said breathlessly. Was this really happening?

There was a slight pause and then he began speaking once more.

"You know, you are quite a hot commodity on the server. Everyone's talking about the badass mage who solos rare mobs." I couldn't help but smile at his teasing tone.

"Hmm, you are right.. I think I might deserve a raise." I quipped back, causing him to laugh.

"Don't I shower you with enough gifts already?" Okay, he was freaking adorable.

"Well, I mean I really haven't seen what the other guilds have to offer, sooo..." I added playfully and I swear I heard him growl.

"Don't you dare." He huffed, and I couldn't help but giggle uncontrollably, which was quite embarrassing.

"I'm just teasing. You know where my loyalty lies." I can't believe how easy it is to talk to him and I'm actually being flirty for once.

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"Yeah, I'm sure you get lots of offers we don't know about, even in real life. I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend." He said with a low tone, and my stomach twisted. Was this his way of asking if I had a boyfriend?

"No boyfriend here. What about you?" I managed to ask nervously.

"Do I have a boyfriend? No." He teased, and I scoffed, feeling a little better from his playful banter.

"You know what I mean.." I mumbled.

"Nope, no girlfriend either." He whispered softly, the way he said this, making me feel more nervous than I ever have in my life.

"I'm surprised, from the sound of your voice you must be batting them off daily." He had to be smoking hot, I just know it.

"Oh yeah? You like my voice?" He asked smugly and I couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face.

"I mean, it's okay I guess." I bit my lip, feeling my stomach somersault by the direction our conversation was going.

"Well, can I be honest?" He asked, causing my throat to feel dry.

"Yeah, of course." I whispered, turning in the bed and pulling the covers over my head. Hiding from my own embarrassment.

"I think you have the sexiest voice I have ever heard." He confessed in the huskiest tone I have ever heard.

Oh god, his words went straight through me and settled right between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs together tightly.

"Really?" I asked breathlessly, my voice coming out as a moan more than anything.

What the hell was Ronan doing to me?

"Yeah, I find myself imagining what it would be like to hear it in person. To be next to you and see what you look like right now." He admitted and I don't know if it was the alcohol or the s****l tension but what I said next surprised me completely.

"Do you want me to send you a picture of what I look like?" I asked shyly, feeling like I wanted to get this out of the way. What if he sees me and realizes I’m not his type?

I know he has seen my profile picture but it's kind of old and just of my face at an angle.

"If you feel comfortable doing that, I don’t want to pressure you or anything." He spoke quietly, seeming to be the nervous one now.

"You're not pressuring me, I mean, I was the one who offered.” I laughed, feeling slightly better about this now. “I have to hang up for a second so I can take the picture, and then call me back after you get it. If you want to,

I mean." I rushed the last part.

I felt so embarrassed by how cringy I was being.

"Okay, I will call back right after." He replied and quickly hung up.

I sat up in bed, turning on the lamp beside me before getting my phone ready. I quickly tried to fix my hair and drunkenly took off the hoodie. Would this be too revealing? I feel like I want to show him I'm interested and it's not like my boobs are really hanging out.

I lifted the camera, smiling softly as I snapped a photo. Looking at it I realized I looked so drunk,my hazel eyes were glossy and my lip was swollen from biting it too much. I deleted it instantly and took a few more and picked the one I thought looked best.

I took a breath, psyching myself up to do this as I quickly sent the picture without a second thought. I can't deny how sexy I look with my cleavage showing. Maybe I should have kept the hoodie on. Why is this so stressful?! I have never done anything like this before.

Katina: Okay here it is.

I sent, attaching the picture as I laid down, waiting for the phone to vibrate. Each second that passed felt like hours as I tried to be patient. Just when I was about to groan and roll over I felt the phone ring.

"Hello?" I whispered again, my nerves on end.

"You are absolutely stunning." He breathed, causing my heart to burst as a wide smile spread across my face.

"Oh gosh, don't say that. You're making me feel nervous now." I laughed, trying to remain calm. He just called me gorgeous!

"I mean it, you are stunning, and your outfit, fuck." he added with a deep growl in his voice. Why was I getting so turned on right now?

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I was practically forced to wear this outfit. My usual style is a lot more casual." I laughed, feeling embarrassed by showing that revealing top.

"I'm damn sure you look just as sexy in that." He stated, causing my thighs to rub together as warmth flooded through me, pooling at my center.

This conversation was doing a lot of freaking things to me right now. Why do I feel so needy all of a sudden?

"I wish you were here with me right now." I whispered, slapping my hand over my mouth as my eyes went wide. Why the hell did I just say that?

"What if I was? What would you do?" He asked, leaving the conversation open to me.

I was tired of always being the third wheel. I wanted to feel wanted for once. And Ronan was the first guy to ever show true interest. He was starting to make me feel things I had never felt before.

"I would want you to lay in bed with me." I whispered nervously. I swear my heart had to be beating a mile a minute right now.

"f**k, if I was in bed with you, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you." He groaned, causing a soft whimper to escape me.

That’s when I heard Ronan grunt before shuffling around on the other side of the call.

"Maybe that's what I would want. Your hands all over me.." I practically moaned, my hand naturally wandering down my body, picturing Ronan's instead of mine.

It's weird because I can't see his face in my mind but it's almost like I can still picture him somehow. We have known each other for over a year and have been talking for six months, so it's not like he is a complete stranger.

"If my hands were all over you, I wouldn't be able to stop." He admitted, the sound of his breathing growing harsher as I swallowed down another whimper.

"Where are your hands right now?" He breathed, causing my hand to stop right at the hem of my pants. I bit my lip, closing my eyes briefly as I felt this vulnerability rush through me. What if he shuts me down, or is weirded out?

"Emery, where are your hands?" He growls, his own desire pushing through as I swallowed hard. Hearing my name on his lips for the first time had me melting against the bed. How could something I’ve heard all of my life sound so different coming from him?

"At the hem of my panties." I confessed breathlessly, earning a low groan from Ronan.

"I want you to touch yourself, Emery, picture my hand doing it." His voice was filled with want, making my eyelashes flutter as I tried to process his words.

"Take off your clothes first." He instructed and I froze for a moment. Should I really be doing this? I don't even know what he looks like.

"Ronan, do you think that maybe I can see a picture of you? So I can imagine you while I.." I trailed off, feeling embarrassed to ask for this. But I wanted to know what he looks like so freaking badly.

"Call me back as soon as you get it." He rushed, not even wasting a second before hanging up.

Okay, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I pulled the phone back, waiting for the picture. The wait practically killing me as I stared at our chat log anxiously.

Suddenly, the phone and I saw a small file load, prompting me to click on it.

HOLY s**t. Ronan was hot!

Oh my gosh. I began studying the picture, zooming in on his face first. He had golden brown hair with deep brown eyes. His skin was an olive complexion, and his jaw was square. He was handsome and masculine as he smiled softly, his eyes burning into the camera.

Wow, there was no way in hell that someone like him would’ve approached me in real life. He looked like a model for some type of woodsy cologne ad. He definitely had country boy vibes.

Suddenly my phone began vibrating again, startling me.

"Did you get it?" Ronan asked, his voice deep and low.

"Yeah, you are really handsome, Ronan." I confessed shyly, my cheeks flushing as I bit my lip once more.

"Now take off your clothes, Emery, I want you naked in bed." He ordered, causing my heart to leap into my throat.

How is this really happening right now?