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How dare they?
Right? Speak some sense into them, especially that dick Zeus. He needs to stop having so many children and raping women left and right. Father of gods, my ass.
I’ll have a very stern conversation with him.
Do you really think of me as him? I’m wounded.
My sincerest apologies. It was bad form to even make that comparison.
You’re going to have to repeat that apology with your lips wrapped around Kolya. You know, since he’s sulking and shit.
You could’ve said you wanted me to suck your cock instead of starting a whole drama.
No, no, it’s not about that. Kolya is REALLY hurt.
I’ll make it up to you.
Now?
I seriously can’t with you.
Is that a yes?
See you in an hour.
I jump down through the ropes after I’ve pummeled someone to near death, ignoring all the screams and the roaring crowd as I drink from a bottle of water Jeremy passes me.
“You okay?” he asks.
I pour water on my head and shake it, then smile—imagining Bran pinching the bridge of his nose and saying, “I seriously can’t with you.”
“Niko?” Jeremy watches me closely. “Don’t tell me you’re thinking about another fight?”
“Nope. One is enough.” I shove the bottle against his chest. “Laters, Jer.”
“Wait.” He falls in step beside me as we walk down the tunnel and throws an arm over my shoulder. “What’s up with you lately? You barely come back to the mansion and you’re acting suspicious.”
“Busy, busy.”
“With what? Or more accurately, with whom?”
I pause, coming to a stop in front of the locker room, then face Jer. Hmm. He’s my best friend, and usually, I’d tell him all about the fuck fests and the weird adventures. Even though he couldn’t care less for the details, he listens without judging. Except for telling me that I’m crazy sometimes, which is true.
The point is, I’m starting to feel a little bit restless about this secret. I love having Bran all to myself, but I don’t like thatno oneknows. Sometimes, Kill looks at me weird as if he figured everything out, but he always has that psycho look and I definitely don’t trust him not to broadcast everything to the world if I tell him anything.
If there’s anyone I can trust with my secrets, it’s Jeremy. I was fourteen when I realized I really loved both dick and pussy. That young, yup. Jeremy is straighter than straight—no doubt about that—and he’s five years older, but I always bugged him. Everywhere he went, I was there, annoying the fuck out of him with my antics until he liked me. It’s my modus operandi, deal with it.
Anyway, he’s the first one I told that I thought I liked both girls and guys and he wasn’t surprised. Let’s just say he and Dad understood Kolya before I came to terms with his moody-prick era.
Jer kept it a secret for like a year, until my parents found out and I held a coming-out orgy party. Jeremy definitely left that one as early as he possibly could. Kill stayed.
So, the thing is, he’s like Secret Keeping 101.
I stroke my necklace and narrow my eyes on him. “How do you know it’ssomeonewho’s keeping me busy?”
“The smiling at your phone like an idiot more often than not. Also…” He taps his nape. “You usually have a hickey here. You can’t see it, but whenever you pull your hair up, it’s visible.”
I touch the back of my neck. That sly fucking bastard. He’s been leaving hickeys all this time? And here I thought he just loved kissing me there.
