Taylin’s Temptation (Divergent Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Delicious & Vicious Chat

Hollis: I don’t even know where to start…

Frey: With all the juiciness. Was Taylin packing?

Ziggy: Did anyone ever tell you that you have a potty mouth and a one track mind?

Frey: Of course they have. It’s why y’all love me.

Hollis: I’m not loving you right now. Did you have to tell everyone about what happened?

Frey: You never said not to. And in my own defense, you announced it to the table and half the restaurant.

Lennon: Boss, I have to agree with Frey on this……you did kind of ‘drop it like it’s hard’.

Ziggy: Nice lyrics drop Lennon.

Lennon: I thought so too. It seemed to fit the occasion.

Hollis: Shall we just address this now so we can move on?

Bowie: Do you need to address it? I mean, it’s no one's business how you deal with your heat.

Wilder: Suck up Bowie, and I think we need the deets. It’s only fair when the rest of us had to work knowing what Hollis was up to… I have a very vivid imagination…

Hollis: Really Wilder, you had to go there too?

Frey: Have you got steam coming out of your ears? I bet you have Hollis… or is it coming out of other parts with how long it took you to get over your heat? How many days was it… five!

Hollis: I bet other bosses don’t have to deal with this kind of… of…

Frey: Support?

Ziggy: Not sure that was where he was going with that. We just want you to know we got your back, is all.

Wilder: We do, honest. We’re just having a little bit of fun ‘cause we aren’t having the same fun with our Starling brothers!

Hollis: Wilder, we’ll talk about that in person and not here, okay? I’m sorry I missed your first call.

Wilder: It’s alright, Ziggy talked me off the ledge of Jupiter’s insanity.

Ziggy: You’re welcome, but next time can we forgo the baby rocking chair and onesie?

Bowie: He got to you too, Ziggy? You have to watch our wily raccoon, he can get you to do stuff with little to no effort, somehow.

Wilder: It’s a talent.

Hollis: Shall we get back to the subject of me and Taylin… so there are no surprises at the press conference in an hour… Taylin and I mated—

Lennon: Holy gods!

Frey: YOU WHAT!

Ziggy: Shitballs! I never expected that.

Bowie: He didn’t force you, did he?

Wilder: I think I’ve blacked out and come to an alternate universe… I read that right?

Isley: What have I missed? Laken is in a very strange mood this morning and driving me nuts with triple checking details that he signed off on already.

Monty: I need to catch up too, are we talking about Taylin and the weekend?

Hollis: I’ve enough to do, so go back and read the thread! In brief, and please don’t ping me with ten comments while I’m explaining, or I’ll stop…

Hollis: Taylin and I are mates. I bit him. The end.