My Alphas' Dark Desires novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258: Sextexting-Dinner

***************** 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Chapter 258 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

~Author’s POV~

By the time dessert plates had been cleared, a new wave of energy had spread across the group.

With full stomachs and flushed cheeks, the students were in the mood for more than just sightseeing.

Professor Winnie clapped her hands once. "Alright, who’s brave enough for karaoke?"

Cheers erupted.

"Let’s set up near the lounge," someone shouted, and the students scrambled to claim couches and beanbags around the portable speaker and mic stand.

Within minutes, a karaoke app was launched, and the chaos began: off-key renditions of classic ballads, synchronised dance moves, and way too much confidence.

Isla stayed near the back, her arms folded as she watched with an amused smirk.

"That should’ve been you," she said and typed when a student cracked a note high enough to startle a nearby server, and she hit send.

She glanced down at her screen to see the typing icon moving. With her earpod fixed in place, she was on a voice call with Professor Neil while chatting with him to avoid too many suspicions.

Neil: Trust me, I wish it were.

Isla: I wish you had come on the trip.

Neil: I wanted to come on the trip ,but things didn’t exactly go according to plan.

Her brow creased as she heaved a deep sigh and typed.

Isla: Let me guess. Kieran.

Isla could almost swear she saw him exhale when he typed ’sigh’.

Neil: He had a hand in it. I was supposed to be in your assistant coach group. Got reassigned last minute.

Isla’s jaw tightened as her eyes scanned the room, searching.

Isla: Unbelievable. He’s still trying to twist the board like it’s his chess game.

She spotted Kieran by the bar, laughing with a group of students, utterly at ease.

Her glare was instant.

Her phone vibrated against her palm, Neil’s voice still coming through her earpod.

Neil (voice): "Isla. Don’t."

Isla’s fingers flew across the screen as her jaw clenched.

ISLA: Too late.

Neil (voice): "Don’t cause a scene. He wants that."

Isla: I don’t care what he wants.

There was a pause. His voice dropped.

Neil (voice): "Then care what I want."

She paused, lips tightening as the mic passed to another student. More laughter. More distractions. Her hand hovered near her phone.

Neil (voice): "Let it go... for now. I’ll text you instead. You know... the kind you like."

Isla arched a brow, intrigued.

Isla: Really?

Neil (voice): "Keep your eyes off Kieran, and I’ll keep your screen very, very busy."

Her mouth twitched at the edge. She sighed, dragging her gaze away from the bar.

Isla (voice): "You better make it worth it."

Neil (voice): "Oh, I will."

At that moment, a group of students erupted into a horribly off-tune version of a pop anthem. The sound was enough to make her wince.

She tapped the earbud and ended the call.

Isla: You’re gonna have to stick to chat. The singing’s too distracting.

Neil: That’s fine. Sexting it is.

Her screen lit again almost immediately.

Neil: Thinking about how you’d sound more breathless than that singer if you were in my lap right now...

Isla: You’re lucky this place is loud.

Neil: Or I’d have you moaning my name already.

Isla: You’re evil.

Neil: You like it.

Neil: If we were alone right now... I’d have your legs over my shoulders.

Isla: You’d be kissing the hell out of me first. That’s the rule.

Neil: I’d start slow. Mouth on your throat. Your collarbone. Then lower.

Isla: This is cruel. I’m surrounded by bad singing and worse lighting.

Neil: I’d make the lights flicker with how hard you’d be shaking.

Isla: Oh my gods.

Neil: I want to pull your hair and make you whisper my name like it’s sacred.

Isla: You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?

Neil: Gladly. And I’ll make it slow.

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