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“Not friends?” Trip repeats sharply. “Do we have to befriendsto be decent people?”
Decent people? They think they’redecent people? I laugh. It’s loud and full of bitterness as it rings around the apartment. Tears of both fatigue and amusement roll down my face. By the time I’m done, my stomach aches and I’m even more tired than before. I wipe away the tears. Decent people my ass… I roll my eyes.
A fork comes down to eye level, full of food, and reluctantly I wrap my lips around it.
“Why would someone destroy your place?” Grant asks.
I shrug. “I don’t know. It could’ve been someone with the wrong address, bad luck, or just an asshole neighbor. Whoever it was, didn’t leave a note or anything behind.” That I know of, at least. It was kind of a mess the last time I’d seen my place.
My answer is rewarded with another bite of food. This time, it’s a piece of garlic bread.
“What were your plans this evening if we hadn’t brought you back here?” Jason asks next.
“Go back to the hotel, call around to see about hiring a cleaning crew, and then get shit faced with Pianna on the phone.” I pause. “Once it’s cleaned, I may look into getting a different apartment. Three guys already have access to that place, having a fourth one snooping around is killing the thrill of living there.”
“This isn’t a joke, dollface!” Trip snaps angrily, causing me to jump in surprise.
“If I don’t make jokes, I’ll cry. Sorry it’s bothering you!”
“I’m pretty sure we fucking told you that you belong to us,” Trip hisses. Something hits the table hard, rattling the plates and silverware just before he bends down to glare at me. “And because you’reours, anyone who messes with you messes with the three of us. Your jokes aren’t appreciated. Your lack of faith in us is even less so.”
Oh, are theyoffendedthat I don’t see them as my knights in shining armor? Good. I meet his glare. He scoffs and straightens. Grant brings down another bite of pasta and I eat it.
“You were talking to the police officer about a truck. What was that about?” Trip asks after a few minutes of tense silence.
I shift from my knees to my butt, wincing at the stiffness in my body.
“There’s been someone parking in my spot. One neighbor thinks that the break in could be whoever’s been taking it.”
This earns me a large forkful of pasta. I eat it eagerly.
“Huh, if you parked in your own spot maybe someone wouldn’t have easy access to scout your building,” Grant mutters.
If I attempted to park in my own spot, I’d have to recall the night I murdered someone over and over again. Yeah, no thanks. Not if I want to keep my sanity.
No one says anything for a long time. I’m not asked anymore questions, but thankfully Grant decides that I’m still worth feeding. I eat until I’m full and then some. Just as I let out a soft groan, Grant leans back in his seat and looks down at me. A soft smile plays on his lips. Rather than say anything though, he hands me a glass of water. Shooting up a quick prayer of thanks that he didn’t try to tip it into my mouth, I chug the water down then hand him back the glass.
“You look beautiful down there, dollface.”
“Do I? Good, that’s what I was hoping for.” I roll my eyes so hard I swear I can hear them scraping against my skull.
He chuckles. “Go take your stuff to the guest room and get some sleep. Jason, Trip, and I have something to discuss that doesn’t involve you.”
Relief leaves me feeling a little lightheaded. I scramble to my feet and hurry away before they can change their minds. On my way, I grab my belongings Grant brought from the hotel and make a beeline to the extra room. The open door to the bathroom has me making a quick pit stop. At first, it’s just to relieve myself, but when I stare at that pretty shower, tiled, gleaming, andbig…
Ok, shower first,thenI can go to my room.
Best idea of my life. The hot water eases the tension in my body and washes away the day’s worth of grime on my face. By the time I wrap a fuzzy towel around my body, I’m humming happily and am looking at my situation in a new light. Ok, so I had to eat dinner on the floor,butI was handfed. That could be considered sweet under different circumstances, right? And a homemade meal,yum. Then I get to use this shower, big enough for four people, with water pressure that could peel skin off and enough hot water to burn away the day’s worth of angst… Yeah, no, things could totally be worse.
By the time I’ve changed into a t-shirt and pajamas, I’m barely awake.
When I hit the pillow, I’m out like a light.
* * *
The next morning,I wake to the muffled sound of my alarm on my phone going off. It sounds so distant that at first, I think I’m dreaming it. The thought is enforced as the pleasure from my erotic dream tries to pull me back under. I can practically feel the warm tongue I’ve been dreaming about between my legs. Why wake up when I feel so damn good?
The pleasure intensifies. A slow coiling of tension gathers between my legs, tugging me further away from slumber. Oh hell, the attention to detail from my dream lover is, well,incredible. My hand slides under the covers, ready to help my dream become a reality.
