“Why are you calling me again, Jacob?” signed Morgan Stephanos as he moved around his small apartment, gathering up what he would need for his night out. He wasn’t sure why he had actually answered the call from his ex when he simply wanted to go out before the fireworks started. Maybe he was just a glutton for punishment.

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“It’s Edward!” hissed the irritated voice in his ear, and Morgan couldn’t help but smirk at that tone. It was one of the main reasons why he insisted on calling the stupid werewolf by the wrong name. Petty revenge, but considering what the wolf had threatened to do to him plus this strange sort of stalking, well, Morgan was going to get his thrills where he could. The voice took on a plaintive whimper as his ex continued. “I miss you. What will it take for me to get you back?”

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Shaking his head, Morgan rolled his eyes at how dense the other was being. “Didn't I promise to feed you your still beating heart if you ever darkened my doorstep again?”

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“You were upset and didn’t mean it,” huffed the werewolf, reminding Morgan more of a toddler who wasn’t getting his way instead of a grown man who was nearly thirty years old. “I forgave you before you left my place.”

 

“You threatened to literally cut off my balls so I’d be a better bitch for you,” drawled Morgan, letting some of his own temper bleed into his voice. Apparently the idiot hadn’t listened to a thing he had said when he left, and now Morgan was stuck repeating himself. “You wanted to dictate every part of my life from who I could see to what I was allowed to eat.”

 

“Garlic makes me sneeze,” came the grumbled reply, and Morgan rolled his eyes again as he slid the garter and its pouch up his leg to rest under the skirt of his sequin covered dress. It was his favorite with an ombre fade from pale aqua to a deep teal, and the matching heels made his legs look fabulous.