Jordan POV
I have been at home for two days now and Billie has been posting a lot about the tour on her Instagram and that only makes me miss her more. I just want to be there with her and hold her when she falls or when she's sick of everything.
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That was yesterday's post and I'm just wondering how someone can make you speechless through a screen... she is capable of making me feel things I have never even knew I had inside of me.
As I am lost in thought, I feel my phone vibrate against my leg and pick it up checking who it is.
Oh, look it's Billie Bob. Just when I am thinking about her.
Pressing the green button, I lay down on the sofa and pull a light blanket over my body.
"Hellow." I say in my Baby-Voice.
"Hi Mamas, how you doin'?"
"I'm good but you know, bored 'n shit." I reply, shrugging even though she can't see me.
"Why? Go do something that takes your mind off of everything, Babygirl."
"Pff... Funny, Dumbass. You are the only thing I want right now what you mean. I don't give a shit about anything else ugh!"
"That's not true!" Billie speaks loudly, dragging out the sentence before continuing.
"But you know if you want me to help ya out I could look what I can do."
"Sounds like you're up for something bad." I laugh, slapping my hand onto my forehead.
"However you wanna put it, Princess."
I hear her shuffling around on the other side, not answering for a few seconds.
"What are you doing?"
"Laying down. You should too, babygirl."
"Huh? I'm not tired tho, Baby." I say, waiting again.
"Bil?"
"Wait, I need to-"
"Take mystuff of real quick."
"What time is it there?" I ask, curious to why she's going to bed already.
Usually Billie doesn't get any free time until very late at night because of all the press she needs to do.
"It's 6pm." She simply answers.
"Why are you going to bed then? Don't you have like a ton of shit to do?"
"I told my team to cancel everything that is around this time because I wanted to speak to you."
"Oh Baby, you don't need to do this just to call me. Press is important." I say, feeling my cheeks heat up but also a little worry inside me rise because I am most likely gonna be the reason her managers get mad or some shit.
"You are more important what you mean?" Billie says, raising her voice a bit.
"Now get undressed I don't have all day."
"You're kidding right? Telephone Sex?"
"Yup." She simply answers and after that I hear the sound of her belt open. Dayumn.
"Billie are you sure?"
"J, yes. Yes I am." She laughs, making me pull the blanket over my body more.
I have obviously never done this and that's what makes this whole thing so weird and... interesting.
Suddenly I see Billie's contact asking for permission to FaceTime and I obviously agree.
Seeing her pretty face light up on my screen makes my insides erupt in joy.
"Well hello there." She smirks, shifting around in the bed she's in.
"Hi." I flirt back, knowing exactly what mood my girlfriend is in.
"Wait... you have the glass thing there, don't you?"
Oh, she's is talking about our toy. The toy actually.
"I... do, yeah but I don't know where exactly it is..." I reply, letting my gaze shift around the house.
"Well, what are you waiting for? It to come flying to you?" Billie chuckles stupidly, making me wetter and wetter.
Fawk.
"No, Dumbass. I was justin thinking where it went." I roll my eyes, throwing the blanket off of my body.
Standing up, I make my way over to my dad's office because that's always where Pamela puts the packages when they are just laying around in the house. We have too many being delivered every day, there would just be too much of a chaos.
I open the door and immediately get flashbacks. I miss my dad so much, man. I know we didn't always have the best relationship... for example when I first met Billie and he completely freaked out. But I love him and this whole accident and coma thing is killing me. After all he is still my dad and I forgave him. I always will, no matter what.
"Do you have it?" I hear Billie say while she's staring at me through the screen.
"Wait a second I just got a little... never mind."
"No, tell me." She says, refusing to just let me deal with it alone.
"I just had to think about my dad but it's all good."
"Jordan." She says, making me look at her. Her tone is serious.
"We don't need to do this right now... we could also just talk about everything."
"No. It's fine, trust me. Also, you are not getting away that easily." I say, knowing exactly how turned on she was the whole time. It would be rude to just not give her what she wants now.
"Okay. I love you." Billie speaks, smiling at me while we make eye contact.
"Love you too."
I start rummaging through the tons of packages that are laying down beside his big, wooden desk.
The thing is, since he hasn't been home in the past weeks - which feels like months to me - there's so many of his things mixed up in mine. I will never find the small package from the hotel.
"Fucking shit, where is it?" I angrily say, making Billie laugh at me.
"Shut up." I say, laughing along.
"It can't be far."
"But I can't see it, for fucks sake!"
"Nevermind, I got it." I say, pulling a tiny package out from under all of the others.
"Finally, dude."
"Stop calling me a dude. I am your girlfriend!"
"Shut up, dude." Billie says again, making me shake my head.
As I turn to put all the other packages in their original spots, I hear the sound of keys dangling coming from the front door.
Why now?
"Jordan? Are you home?" Pamela's voice erupts through the halls.
"Yes, in here."
She comes walking around the corner, meeting my eyes.
"Oh hey. What are you doing?"
"Oh, just looking for a package." I smile weirdly, looking back at Billie who is just silently sitting on the other side of my phone, listening to our conversation.
"Oh and Bil is here too. Say hi, Baby." I smile, turing the screen towards Pamela.
The both wave at each other.
"Hey!" They say almost at the same time.
Okay, enough. This poor girl has been waiting long enough.
"Okay, Pam. I'm gonna head upstairs now... uhm, are you gonna stay or?"
"Uh, yes. I just need a shower and a real bed to sleep in, those hospital beds are the worst. It's a wonder your dad hasn't woken up yet." She jokes, making my smile fade away.
"Oh I'm sorry."
"No, don't worry. Anyways, bye." I say, finally getting to escape from the awkward situation.
I walk me, Billie and our little package to my room and close the door behind me, locking it.
"I'm sorry you had to wait." I apologize to her once I sit down on the bed, putting my phone up against /something on my nightstand.
"You're good."
I grab some scissors and cut open the ends of the package, taking out a small, black, velvet bag. Cute.
Opening the tiny bag, I take out the glass dildo.
I actually forgot how pretty it was.
"Dayum." I mumble, not intending to let Billie hear.
"You excited?"
"Shut up." I laugh, grabbing my phone to lay down fully.
"Hurry!" She loudly speaks.
"I wanna hear your moans now!"