For a moment, I just stared at the phone screen. Seeing his call just after I woke up from such an intense dirty dream where he was doing unspeakable things to me made me feel more conscious of the call.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and picked, expecting his deep British voice to shoot through my ears.

“Hello, Teyana?” The voice said. This was a feminine one, not Zayne’s. It only took me a second to realize it was Stacy.

“Stacy?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” She answered, her voice soft.

“Why are you calling with…Zayne’s phone?”

There was a tiny pause, the kind that carried tension, before she...