Chapter 155: Imaginary friends vs phone sex

Noah’s POV

My hands shake as I accept the call.

"H-hello?" I stutter. I am whispering and pressing the phone to my ear like some jittery schoolboy who is talking to his crush through his mom’s phone at night.

"Let me see you, Angel" my husband says in a breathless voice and I nod. I accept the incoming video call and stare at the phone like an idiot when I see his face.

"Hi" I say quietly and he groans.

"Fuck. I miss you. I need you back tomorrow, Noah. I feel the walls closing on me" he says in a rush, and I settle on the cold floor. I fold my legs and hold on to the phone like it contains my life source.

"I- I don’t know what to say" I respond honestly to his words, and he shuts his eyes briefly. I see the way his nostrils flare in an attempt to control himself, and it hurts me that he misses me this much.

I don’t think my dad missed me like this after the Deus raided our home.

"If you really missed me, why do you have our bond closed?" I ask like an accusing wife, and he makes a low groaning sound.

"Angel...why should I feel you through an invisible bond if I can’t touch you?" he asks.

This jerk of mine and his logicality.

"You’ve never had an imaginary friend, have you?" I ask him and he blinks.

"I’m talking about fucking missing you, Angel. What does that have to do with imaginary friends?" he asks and I soften at the coldness in his voice.

Thank Goddess, I’ve accepted that something is wrong with me from the moment I started to love this man and his steely personality.

Loving him is like loving a metal rod, but in a good way...in a very very good way.

"Wait...you just said you miss me, doesn’t that mean you have the ability to feel emotions?" I ask and he blinks again.

On this phone screen he looks so owlish that I’m almost tempted to call him cute, but that’s something I dare not do. I’ve seen Elias Deus stab a man’s eye with a fork.

"Missing you has nothing to do with emotions. I miss my rocks when I travel" he says and my jaw drops.

"Well, fuck you" I mutter and he blinks again for the third time in five minutes. "What did you just say?" he asks incredulously.

"He said fuck you, Elias. I’m proud of you, Little Gold" Damien’s voice says in the background, and I put my hand over my mouth to hold back my laughter. I already knew I was going to miss Elias; I didn’t realize that I would miss the whole Deus family and their unhinged humor.

"Get out of my room, Damien" Elias says to his brother.

"What? I have no one to play with. Mom banned me from seeing my green beauty" Damien’s voice responds and I shake my head.

"Get out" Elias repeats.

"Fuck you. Bye Goldilocks, don’t forget to curse at him again before you end the call" Damien says loudly and I hear the door shutting.

With Damien gone, Elias looks at the phone again, and I drop my sneaky laughter.

"When are you returning home, Noah?" he asks and I shrug. "I just got here, Elias. I haven’t even seen Roman yet" I say and he puts the phone lower. From this new angle, he looks so good that it feels unfair.

Dear goddess, why does he get to hold the phone however he likes and still look good while I have to be careful not to look like a caricature?

"I don’t want you to see him" Elias says.

"I already told you, I only care about you. I wear your ring, remember?" I say and show him the ring on my finger.

"What are you doing right now?" he asks and I look around the room.

"I need to take a shower."

"Go."

"But I don’t want to stop talking to you" I blurt and start to blush at my own needy proclamation. Embarrassed, I clear my throat and try again, "can you stay on the call with me?" I ask like the elegant omega I am, and he nods.

"Of course" he responds.

I take the phone with me to the bathroom and prop it on the washbasin so I can undress. Elias’s end of the call stays perfectly quiet as I strip.

While the part of me that spent years learning how to be perfect in the temple screams in shame, the other part of me that had sex with Elias in the same temple smirks.

I turn my back and his breath catches audibly.

"Are you okay?" I ask teasingly, looking over my shoulder and running my finger through my short blonde hair as I peer at the phone screen.

"I’ll make you pay when you get home" Elias says with a growl, and it’s my turn to blink at him.

"What did I do wrong?" I ask.

"Shower, Angel. You need to sleep and have a clear mind for tomorrow. Your beau will be preparing for the burial and greeting friends" Elias says.

"Roman is not my beau" I grumble, snatching the phone off the washbasin and heading for the shower.

I place the device on the shower niche. I leave it at an angle that would let him see most of me as I shower. I quietly wash up while sneaking glances at the phone to make sure he’s still on the call with me.

His dark eyes are glued to my body, and even through the screen, I can feel the icy heat in his gaze.

I rub the bar soap over my chest, teasing my nipple and making him gulp. He won’t mind having phone sex with me, would he?

"Elias..." I call his name quietly and he tilts his head. "Can we have...can we like...uh...have phone sex?" I ask shyly.

"No" he says.

"No?"

"I don’t do well with imagination, Angel. I hate impractical things. If I fuck you, I’ll need you to feel it. And I would need you to feel it in every single way" he says with a low voice, and my cock twitches with interest.

Does it not know that we’re being rejected right now?

"Suit yourself" I say and turn the phone around.

"Noah. Don’t be a brat to me, Noah" my alpha says and I huff before turning it around again. I’m almost done anyway. I just need to rinse the soap suds off.

"I hate when you reject what I want" I say as I finish up and he hums instead of responding.

"Say something, you jerk" I whine.

"You are about to hate my rejection even worse, Noah. Just make sure you come home to me soon" he says in that automated voice and I roll my eyes.

I hope robots never take over the world, because if they do, I might not know when Elias gets cloned. He’s already too robotic at the moment.

I towel my body dry, put on one of his stolen clothes, and climb into the bed.

"How was your day?" I ask with a yawn when I notice the call has been ongoing with no conversations taking place.

"Sleep, Angel. Just go to sleep" he says softly, and as if he owns the button to my system, I fall asleep immediately.

I don’t know what is going on, but at some point, I hear the door opening and I feel someone climbing into the bed with me.

Hallucinations again...I think.