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Social media can be a dangerous place, and after spiralling down the rabbit hole, I discovered that painted nails are trending. Problem with that is after sitting here for the last half an hour, I can’t paint my own nails for shit and I don’t have any nail polish remover.
I stomp down the stairs and into the kitchen, mumbling to myself about the bullshit trends and the fact that I’m horny as shit. Not that the two are related, but they're the two things pissing me off right now. On top of that, I’m bored out of my mind, which is how I ended up down the damn viral trend bullshit hole.
As I’m searching for something that will remove the smudged polish, I feel eyes searing into my back.
“If you’re going to stare at me, the least you can do is help me search.”
“The view from here is good,” Creed says from behind me somewhere. “What are you frantically searching for anyway?”
“Nail polish remover.”
“Kai’s room. Come on, I'll show you.” he says, standing from the chair he was perched on and moving out of the kitchen. He takes us up a set of stairs that leads to their side of the house. I've been on Laughn’s side numerous times but never Creed’s. The hallway is darker than I expected it to be, yet I can still see that the carpet is blood red and right at the end is a full sized throne. My brows hit my hairline and I shake my head, as I see Olly curled up and taking a nap on it.
Creed opens the first door on our right and we walk into Kai’s room. It’s just as I pictured, dirty clothes piled in the corner of the room and a large queen size bed, unmade.
Creed makes his way into the ensuite and I follow him in. Kai's ensuite is basic compared to the others in this damn mansion, just a simple setup of a shower, toilet and vanity.
“Sit,” Creed demands, pointing at the toilet. Not wanting to be told what to do, I jump up onto the vanity bench. His eyes roll as he steps in front of me. He pours some nail polish remover on a makeup pad, then takes my hand and starts to scrub off the clumped up nail polish.
I watch as he lifts one nail at a time and makes sure every scrap of colour is gone. The concentration on his face makes him look almost peaceful. His tongue peaks out from between his lips, and toys with the ring in the corner of his mouth. My eyes follow intently, wanting to lick it myself. I rest my right hand on his arm and he looks up at me. If I didn’t know anything about Creed, I would say he had the face of an angel. Can someone have such a thing as a perfect face?
He clears his throat and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, biting the corner between his teeth before releasing it. “Did you want me to paint them?”
I nod, not able to spit out any words. I don’t trust myself not to beg and pant for him to have his way with me. I was doing so well keeping my libido in check, but now it’s come back with a vengeance. It’s outrageous how high my sex drive is. My last boyfriend used to complain that we had too much sex. Is it normal for a girl to think about sex multiple times a day? It’s one of the main reasons that I never wanted a serious boyfriend, along with a huge list of other reasons.
Creed rummages around in Kai’s drawers and pulls out a blood red polish. “Perfect,” he mutters, holding it up into the light. I don’t want to know or even ask why Kai has red nail polish. I've seen him wear black but never red. After a quick shake and with a steady hand he starts to paint each nail to perfection.
“Do you have any plans today?” he asks, focusing on the nail he is currently painting.
“No, everyone skipped out, so I was planning on watching a movie. The boredom is real when I’m left to my own devices. Between school and training I’ve been wiped out…Where did everyone go?”
“I’m not sure to be honest. I had a delivery in the morgue that I had to take care of. When I came back upstairs, it was only you here and a note that said, ‘Watch Jolie. We’ll be back.’”
“I don’t need a babysitter, you know.”
Creed laughs and looks up at me. “I know you've been told this before, but it’s not babysitting. It’s common practice for one person to stay with their female, at all times. And make no mistake, you’re ours.”
The weird thing is, as much as I have tried to deny it, they’re mine as much as I’m theirs. “I can see it in your eyes, Tenshi. You’ve laid claim, even if you don’t want to admit it. You just need to give in; we all have. Well, maybe everyone except Brennan, he still seems to be avoiding you after you jumped his bones.”
He smiles as he says it, knowing he’s triggered me. “I didn’t jump his anything.” I mutter with conviction. “I just did what none of you managed to do.”
“No offence, but Brennan isn’t my type.”
“Is Chester your type?”
He pauses and looks back up at me. “I wouldn’t say he is my preferred type.”
“But you have sex with him.”
“You mean we fuck. There's nothing nice or sweet about what we do.”
“I just didn’t picture either of you as the type.”
“As what type?” he asks as his brows furrow.
“The type to fuck other men.”
“We don’t fuck other men. Only each other, and only after a tattoo.”
