Page 16 of Vengeful Melodies

We pull into the drive-through of a little coffee shop. Wren orders with practiced ease.

At the window, a sweet old man lights up. “I knew I recognized that voice! Who’s this lovely lady?”

“Dreya, sir. His better half and best friend,” I reply, cheeky.

“She’s both,” Wren chuckles. “This is the one I always get the extra coffee for.”

“Well, this one’s on the house then. Come see us again, you two.”

I barely hold in the tears. He reminds me of the dad I wish I had.

Coffee in hand, we arrive at the radio station. My nerves spike. Wren smirks devilishly.

“What if we fake date? Rub it in Bradley’s face?”

“Fake dating? What is this, one of your steamy romance novels?” I tease.

He laughs but quiets. “I’d worship you if I could… but I won’t risk losing you again.”

I nod. “One night was enough.”

As I reach for the door, Wren tuts. “Iopendoors, woman.”

He struts around the car, opening it with flair.

Inside the station, we meet the host. Wren wraps me in his arms—our story seamless.

When asked to say something live on air, I don’t hesitate.

“Bradley, if you’re listening… I hope she was worth it.”

I hope it eats him alive.

Wren grins as we leave. “Ready to start living?”

“Pizza first.”

“Let’s feed you before I charm Grey.”

Back at his place, the pizza’s demolished, and the only thing left is my answer.

He looks at me. “So, Jupey…?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “If Grey gets us the job—I’m going.”

He lifts me in the air, spinning me with joy.

“Let’s hope my charm works.”

I clean up while he gets ready, catching a glimpse of his bare ass before boxers go on.

“Sexy or professional?” he asks.

“Sexyandprofessional,” I reply.

He grins. “God, you get me.”

As he tries on outfit after outfit, I drift off—exhausted, nervous, and quietly, maybe for the first time in a while… hopeful.