Voicemails from the past (Patreon)

“Go fuck yourself,” she snapped and turned her back on him as she started for the door.

The sound of her own voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, baby, it’s me. I just got out of class. I wanted you to know I’m thinking of you. I hope you’re having a great day. Call me when you have a chance. I love you.”

She swung around to see Roth had his phone in his hand. He had a grim look on his face as he tapped the screen and another voicemail began to play. Her voice—young, loud, energetic, and more happy than she could ever remember being filled the room.

"Oh my God! I just finished the first draft of my book!” There was an ecstatic scream on the other end. “If you were here, I’d be all over you right now. I want you so bad.” There was a mortifying, lusty moan and then, “I’ve been having these vivid dreams about you. Want to hear about them? Call me when you’re alone and no one can see you blush. Love you.”

Jasmine’s voice shook as she ordered, “Stop.”

His thumb tapped again and her voice, low and sultry, came through, reviving a memory that stabbed her dead center in the heart.

“I know you’re probably asleep right now, but it’s officially midnight which means it’s our anniversary. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that? I don’t regret a single day we’ve been together. I miss you so much. I wish you could be with me, but I know you’re building your empire. Come home to me soon and don’t work too hard. I love you, Jamie.”

She remembered that night—lying on her back in bed, feet against the wall, staring at the ceiling, wishing he was there with her. She even remembered the nightie she slipped on, hoping he’d answer.

Roth tapped again and this time, the sound of her sobbing filled the room.

“I-I just left you at the airport. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t care if I’m a distraction! I want to be with you, or at least be in the same country as you! Why don’t you become a taxi driver or something? And I can get a job, too. We’ll live in Europe, somewhere near the ocean. I’ll drive a Vespa. Doesn’t that sound like a dream?” There was the sound of rustling and her blowing her nose before she came back on. “Call me when you land. I need to hear your voice. I love you so much."

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