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Jack nods, but he looks completely out of it so I’m not sure how much of my request he actually comprehends. “I can be quiet. I never told anyone. All this time...”
Despite myself, my curiosity gets the better of me and I can’t help asking, “How long?”
“Forever,” Jack slurs, and his head flops down onto my shoulder .
“Ow! Macey, get your head off me,” I growl. “This is a nice shirt, I don’t want your gross vomit drool ruining it.”
“You looked nice in your suit,” he murmurs, lifting his head.
I let out a wry chuckle. “Uh...thanks.”
“You shouldn’t. Arseholes should look ugly, not hot like you. There should be a rule about it.”
I’m not too weirded out that Jack Macey thinks I’m hot. I am hot. It’s just a fact. “Same sentiment applies to you, cockhead.”
“I don’t have a cock on my head,” he mumbles, clearly too drunk to realise I’ve just admitted I think he’s hot. “Do you think if I had a cock on my head Trent would want to suck it?”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter. I really need to get Jack some- where more private before anyone overhears his ramblings. “No, that wouldn’t happen.” I’m confused for a
moment before realising Jack’s answering his own question. “Trent loves Xavier...” I’m a little surprised by the lack of bitterness in his tone when he mentions Xavier’s name. I’ll admit, if a guy I was in love with married someone else I’d wind up hating the lucky bastard. But Jack just seems...resigned.
Well, at least it doesn’t look like I need to worry about Jack causing issues for my best mate and his new husband. Even so, this is definitely a problem that needs to be dealt with.
Step one: get Jack the fuck away from prying ears.
3
Jack
My head is pounding. It feels like a tiny construction worker has taken a jackhammer to my brain and is shred- ding it to pieces. I’m vaguely aware that I’m in a bed. Or, at least, I think I am. I’m lying on something soft and there’s a pillow underneath my head, although it’s not doing much to mitigate the pain.
I’m also pretty sure it’s morning, based on the light that’s boring into my eyes, even through my closed eyelids. I don’t even want to know how much worse it’s going to be when I open them.
“Argh, fucking hell,” I groan, attempting to bury my head deeper in the pillow.
“Ahh, so you are alive,” a familiar and unwelcome voice says in a wry tone.
My whole body stills. What. The. Fuck. What is Alastor King doing in mybed?
Very slowly, I manage to shift my battered body around and pry my eyes open a smidge, wincing at the brightness. It takes me a moment to focus my vision, so at first I think it might be a hallucination. But why the hell would I be imagining Alastor King? In my bed? In his underwear?
“You’re not really here,” I grumble, because that’s the only thing that makes sense, even though it doesn’t really.
But then I feel his hand on my face, giving my cheek a couple of condescending pats. “Sure I’m not.”
With great effort, I manage to sit up with my back propped against the headboard, my head falling back to rest against the wall behind me. “What the fuck are you doing in my bed?”
Alastor offers me one of his infuriating smirks. “Actually, you’re inmybed. You passed out after all the...excitement last night.”
My eyes widen with shock. No way. No fucking way. I know I was feeling pretty shitty yesterday but surely I didn’t sinkthatlow... “Wait—we didn’t...right?” I ask desperately. Please, for the love of god, tell me I did not let Alastor fucking King fuck me last night.
He lets out a harsh scoff. “God no. Please, I’m not that desperate.”
Relief wars with indignation and I send him a hard glare. “Then what the fuck am I doing here? And why am I practically naked? And why are you practically naked?”
He gives a sardonic roll of his eyes. “I’mpracticallynaked because I didn’t think it was appropriate to be sleepingactuallynaked like I usually do with you in the bed. And your clothes are covered in vomit and sand.”
My brow furrows. “Why?”
