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Like a fucking horror movie, I shoot upright in bed. My hair slaps me in the face, my eyelashes fight to stick to my skin, and my lips are trying to turn to dust. The worst part, besides my throbbing head and anxious shakes? The saliva that pools in my jaw.
Shoving back the covers, I bolt for the door that I hope like hell is a bathroom. I hardly notice the counters or the shower and bolt for the thing that looks like I could throw up in. There is no time to hope it's a damn toilet. My eyes are watering so much I can barely make out anything around me.
Retching whatever I had in my stomach, I let the tears burn tracks down my cheeks. "Fuck," I groan. I don't do puke. I don't do snakes, either. My two biggest fears. And I'm just now realizing my third.
My face twists into one of disgust when I realize the seat was already up. I gag and shiver. Throwing myself away from the nasty ass toilet, I drag myself up and into the sink. I scrub my arms and face furiously after tossing my hair up into the pony stashed on my wrist.
"Pee in my hair. Pee on my arms. Pee on my face." My skin turns red. I don't know whose bathroom this is, and I don't care how sexy they are; I guarantee their toilets are horrible for skin-to-skin contact.
"Mother fu—"Is that bacon?
Stumbling out of the bathroom and yanking down my tiny silver dress from last night, I find my way out of the messy bedroom. I allow my nose to take me to the heavenly aroma, since my brain is throbbing too hard to work for me.
Making my way down the hall, I find the staircase that descends to Jackson and Jude's main level. I wonder which nasty ass leaves their seat up.
The stairs don't creak or give away my position. Shuffling down a few steps, I find one of the blondes sitting near the bottom. Jude's lips are parted, and I swear I can make out drool forming in a corner.
Confused about what has him salivating besides the bacon, my eyes snag on two of the guys eating each other alive against the island. Leo looks on behind them, yet he hasn't noticed me either.
I'm in the middle of debating whether or not I should let this play out and get a free show or make myself known for the plate of greasy goodness when JJ lifts Marcus up onto the counter. A strangled noise escapes me because, holy fucking shit, they are sexy.
Leo's head whips up, eyes locking on mine in shock. From the corner of my eye, I hear Jude choke and slip down a step or two with a thud. Smirking at surfer boy's pink cheeks, I continue down the stairs.
"Let's not turn this into a fuck fest before Leo is done making breakfast, please. I'm fucking starving and unwell." I do my best to strut past JJ and Marc, who are still wrapped around each other, without making it a big deal.
I will my shaky legs to obey my command and get me to the coffeepot. I beg my hands to steady when the precious fluid sloshes in my cup. My stomach growls, and my eyes fucking ache from all my tears and the awful night’s sleep. At least they can't see how my throat burns or hear how hard my head is pounding.
"Unwell?" Lost in my body's turmoil, I don't notice Jude coming up behind me. He sweeps my ratted hair off my shoulder and drops a kiss to my neck. I shiver, making my skin protest. My body feels overloaded with sensations, and my mind is too busy screaming at me for me to enjoy his gentle caress.
I shift away, ignoring the vicious protest my heart makes. "Why am I here, guys? Who is with Layla?"
They share a look, and Marcus hops off the counter. "Gabby stayed the night. They are watching a movie right now. She texted a few minutes ago." Some of the tension releases from my muscles.
Jackson takes the lead but stays where he is. "Do you remember what happened last night, Rylee?"
I allow my sight to lose focus, trying to remember what happened and why I might have ended up here and not at home with my daughter. "We were dancing. Then I went to the bathroom with Jackson." My headache is pissed at how hard I'm pushing it. "There was this pretty blonde girl with big tits who I guess was one of Jude's conquests. She warned me off, saying I'm just a flavor of the month."Ugh, bitch.My temples agree, jumping with rage. We aren't in high school anymore.
"What the fuck?!" Jude snarls. It takes me by surprise, and my already fried nerves jolt in shock, mimicking a flinch.
Leo eyes me. "Jude. Calm down, man." His voice is soft, setting me at ease even if he points his chin at me, trying to be discreet.
Guilt flashes across Jude's features, but the anger is still there. "Jude, it's fine. She was just a bit annoying but left once she gave me her childish warning."
"You arenota fucking flavor of the month, Rylee. We—"
I cut him off with a wave of my hand. "Can we not do this right now, Jude? It's fine. We had an agreement, and it was only one time." I lift my bare shoulder, even if the action rips my heart down the middle.
It takes everything in me not to react to his hurt. My eyes burn for a completely new reason now. My mind is too busy to convince my heart that this is what’s right. I take a deep breath. "Why am I here?"
"What happened after the woman left the bathroom?" JJ's no-nonsense attitude is welcome right now.
I cringe, the shoulder still covered with my thick hair heats. The pain is enough the make my eyes widen and move to investigate. Tuning out the pissed off male energy around the room, I hiss when I see the black and blue bruise spanning the front of my shoulder.
"Who the fuck did this to you!?" Jackson roars, rounding the island.
Leo hustles to the freezer to grab an ice pack. Marcus stares at the ugly flesh, his complexion slowly draining. Jude snatches my wrist, but his fingers become gentle when they twist and turn my arm around, trying to get a better look.
"Rylee! Who touched you!?"
