Page 10 of Conflicting Lyrics (Heartbreak Melody #1)

“Oh, bestie!” I sing-song as I throw open the door to my best friend's apartment building like I live here too. I don’t, but I have my own key.

If she didn’t want me showing up unannounced, she shouldn’t have given it to me.

“I come bearing gifts. If your fingers are between your legs, pull them free now!”

“Oh my god,” Maya’s amused voice answers as she steps around the corner. “Why do you think you would be walking in on me pleasuring myself?” She raises a brow as she crosses her arms.

“I mean, what else would you do with all your free time?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.

“You're too much.” She smiles, shaking her head. “And you damn well know all my free time is either spent with you, reading, or working.”

“I know,” I sigh heavily, kicking the door shut behind me before making my way deeper into her apartment. “That's the problem. We need to get out more. I think we’re in need of a girls’ day.”

“Yeah? What kind of girls’ day were you thinking?”

“Shopping, duh.” I roll my eyes because, does she even know me by now?

“Should have guessed.” She laughs. “But I don’t need anything.”

Plopping down onto her couch, I blink up at her. “Ah, when does anyone need a reason to shop?”

“Oh, my bad.” She gasps, putting a hand on her chest as she moves to sit in the chair next to me, dramatically asking, “How could I forget?”

“That's what I was thinking,” I reply playfully.

“Back to the reason you burst into my home. You said something about gifts.” My face lights up, and a slow grin forms over my lips.

Her eyes widen before she leans back in her chair and groans.

“Never mind. I don’t like that look on your face.

I don’t want whatever it is that’s in those bags,” she backtracks in mock horror, pointing to the two big brown bags at my feet.

“Yes. You do. Trust me, you do.” With excitement, I lift the bags onto the coffee table and grin over at her a little too widely.

“Now, remember, I love you. I got you these because I care. Because, babe, I saw what was in your nightstand, and honey, it’s so sad.

” I can’t help but say with a pitying laugh.

“Oh fuck, Lulu. What did you do?” she asks in horror.

“Just helping my best babe out,” I snicker, diving into the bags.

She gasps, eyes widening as I pull out the first gift.

“Now, the girl at the store said this was the best on the market.” I show her the box.

“Nine inches, good girth, and she said the knot is very life-like. Of course, I bought one for myself—because no way I was giving my bestie some bullshit dildo that wasn’t going to do the job—but it's okay, it very much did the job.” I wink as she continues to look at the toy in shock.

“Although mine is pink, because duh. But isn’t it great!

We’re twinsies.” I take the dildo out of the box and hold it up.

“And look!” I show her the hole at the top.

“In the balls, there’s a place you can fill them up with lube, and it comes out of the top like cum!

How hot is that? You can fill yourself up like an Alpha would. Not the same, but still hot as fuck.”

I bounce in my seat, a smile on my face as I wait for her reaction to like the best gift ever.

She blinks, staring at the toy for a moment before looking up at me, then back at the toy. “Lulu,” she croaks.

“Yes?” I squeal.

“I… what… I…” Her mouth opens and closes like a fish.

“You're speechless. I love it!” I cackle.

“W-what?”

“God, you should see your face right now.” My face hurts from smiling so wide.

“Lulu, what the hell?” she huffs, still not sure what’s going on. “Is this some sort of joke?”

“Nope,” I snort. “That's the best part. I mean, okay, a little bit of it was to see your reaction, and trust me, babe, it was worth it. But this really is my gift to you. But the rest of the stuff is more tame. Promise.”

Laying the toy down on the table, I pull the rest of the items out. Some vibrators, lube, and nipple clamps. “These are fun. Have you ever pinched your nipples as you came? Fucking amazing.”

Maya groans, her hands covering her face as she leans forward on her knees. “I don’t even know if I should be surprised at this point in our friendship or not,” she mutters.

“You really shouldn’t. You know me enough by now that there’s nothing I won’t say or do.

I have no shame. And if I think my girl needs to spice up her alone time, you damn well know I’m gonna be there for her.

I knew you wouldn’t have come with me to get these or go by yourself, so I did it for you.

I see you after your heats, you’re miserable.

And after years of this shit, I’m not going to allow it anymore.

You won’t pack up, that's fine. But my girl’s pussy needs better care. ”

“Stop. Dear god, please, stop.” She laughs, shaking her head.

“I think the words you're looking for are thanks, Lulu. You're the best friend a girl can ever ask for .” I grin back, putting the toys into the bags and handing them to her. “You don’t have to use them, just know they’re there for you if you need them.

Also, I wasn't kidding about that first toy. It looks intimidating as fuck, but boy does it blow your mind.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” she mutters, taking the bags over to the closet by the door.

“You're not going to use them, are you?” I pout with a sigh, pulling my feet up onto the couch.

“No. But the thought is what counts. So, thank you.”

“You're welcome.” I beam. “Now, let's get to what I’m really here for.”

“Work?” Her eyes light up. I swear this girl is a workaholic.

“Yes, work.” I giggle, pulling my laptop out of its bag. “Girl, we have so much going on. I fucking love it.”

She rushes over to sit down next to me so she can get a look at my laptop.

Over the next hour, I show her all the videos I’ve made in the past few days that have gone viral. Her eyes widen and her lips part when I pull up her dashboard to see how much she earned just because of those videos.

Since becoming Maya’s full-time PA and social media manager, she’s given everything over to me. All she has to do is write the books, and I handle the rest.

Like her finances. She used to be obsessed, checking them every day, and when they dropped, she would stress out and work harder than she needed.

At the end of each month, we would sit down and I’d show her everything she’s made and we would go from there.

“Lulu…” She turns to me with wide eyes. “That’s a big number.”

“I know!” I squeal.

“No.” She shakes her head. “You don’t understand. That would mean… that I’ve made…”

“Three mother fucking million dollars this year, baby!” I cheer, dancing in my seat. I’m so damn proud of my girl. She works so hard, her books are phenomenal, and I’m thrilled that the world sees her talent.

“We have offers rolling in, you know.”

She shakes her head. “No. You know I won’t sign until a series is done.”

“I know. And I would never ask you to. I’m just letting you know that when you're ready, the world will be too.”

“Do I even need to?” she asks, looking at the screen again. “This is all while I’m an indie author, Lulu. Like… how?”

“Because you’re fucking amazing.” I bump her shoulder. “I know it. Your readers know it. The whole fucking world knows it.”

Her brown eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, you know that, right?”

“Stop it.” My own emotions bubble to the surface. “You totally would have.”

“No,” she insists. “You saw a broken, lonely girl and refused to give up until you made her your best friend. I would never have pushed myself to do the things you believed I could have. I wouldn’t be here without you by my side.”

“No, really, stop it.” Tears trickle down my cheeks, and my heart clenches. I shove at her shoulder, saying, “You know I hate to cry.”

“Sorry.” She giggles, but it turns into a sniffle. I let her pull me into a hug, and we sit like that for a moment, enjoying each other's embrace.

Being friends with Maya has been one of the greatest honors of my life.

Since coming to Calling Wood and meeting her, everything changed.

I became the girl I’ve always wanted to be, the girl I knew I was deep down.

The one who was locked in a box, made to believe it was wrong.

The one molded into someone else's image, or the idea of what I had to be, according to them.

Calling Wood gave me the power to love who I am, to be proud of being an Omega. To own not only my designation, but my body, mind, and soul. I’m free to do as I want, think as I please, and love what I crave.

I’ve grown into this carefree woman with no filter and a need to have fun, take life by the balls, and live it to the fullest.

While Maya might be nothing like that, our friendship still works. She’s the calm to my crazy, the thing that grounds me when the waters get too rough.

Sometimes, that scares me. To care about someone so deeply like that again, when the last time it caused a lifelong pain, is fucking terrifying.

Only my love for Maya is nothing like my love for Ally. Yes, Maya is my best friend, but she’s more of a sister, a piece of my soul. My love for her has never been the same as it was for Ally.

Ally.

The one thing that has consumed my very being.

It’s been tamed over the past few years. I’ve learned to love my life, to look forward to the future. I’ve started to dream, to plan, to move on.

But a part of me knows I’ll never truly forget about the girl who saved me when I didn’t know I was in need of saving.

“I love you, you know that?” she tells me after the silence goes on too long. I’m grateful because I was about to go down a rabbit hole I don’t want to visit right now.