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My gaze locked on the coffee table, covered in all our favorite snacks. The cupcakes in the middle brought a goofy grin to my face. She’d stuck a candle in the center one again this year. I liked that new addition to our tradition.
“Baby Doll! Where are you? I’m ready for movie night,” I yelled and managed to make it to the sofa without tripping over the other furniture.
Sinking down on the worn leather, I sighed in contentment. This was what I had been missing tonight. Sure, the drinking, strip club, and fucking had been great, but I did that pretty regularly. My birthday movie night with Genesis was special.
I laid my head back on the sofa and closed my eyes. She’d be in here soon. I just had to wait. She was probably getting a shower. I loved the way her hair smelled after she used that vanilla shampoo. I needed to bury my nose in it, listen to her laughter, feel her snuggled up against me as we watched one of the horror movies we already knew word for word.
Happy birthday to me.
The pounding in my head made opening my eyes a bad idea, but my fucking mouth was so dry that I couldn’t swallow. I needed water. Groaning, I rolled over and realized I wasn’t in a bed. Where was I, and how much had I had to drink? Jesus Christ, I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.
“Here,” my favorite voice in the world said. “Drink.”
My eyes opened, and Genesis sat on the edge of the coffee table, holding a glass of water. A smile curled across my lips. The sight of her was a relief.
“Baby Doll.” My voice sounded gravelly and hoarse.
She gave me a tight smile that concerned me. What was wrong? I sat up and took the glass of water from her and drank it all down while studying her. Something was off, and if I wasn’t so fucking hungover, I’d know what it was.
Had I done something or said something last night? Why was I here anyway?
“You okay?” I asked her, trying to remember why I was on the sofa.
She laughed softly and shook her head, then stood up. “I’ll get you some toast and an aspirin.”
I reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She was acting weird. It wasn’t like I hadn’t shown up here drunk before. That shouldn’t have been an issue. Unless … fuck, had I come on to her? I winced, thinking about it.
“What’s wrong, Baby Doll?” I asked her, trying like hell to remember last night.
The last thing that I could clearly recall was drinking shots out of Chyna’s cleavage. Levi had held her big, fake tits together while I drank from the shot glass between them. Then … oh, wait. I also remembered Levi spanking her ass with his belt, then me kissing the welts before fucking her from behind. She’d sucked Levi off, and then he’d left. I thought we’d fucked again after. Things got blurry.
Genesis sighed, and the tight smile she’d been giving me just looked sad now. My chest tightened. What had I done?
Think, Kye! Fucking think!
She was upset. I’d messed up somehow.
“I’m fine. Let me get you something to help with that, and then we can talk.”
I shook my head. “No. I want to talk now. You’re upset, and if I did something, then I need to fucking know so I can fix it.” Standing up, I winced as the pain in my head sliced through me.
She narrowed her eyes as she looked at me. “Do you remember last night?” she asked me.
I stalled. I wasn’t going to give her details on what I did remember. We joked around about my sex life, but that was it. She knew little about what I did with women. I had never even told her about my four cock piercings. That was just shit you didn’t tell your girl best friend.
“Not all of it,” I admitted.
She simply nodded and looked away from me. This was not good. I was going to have to spend the summer making this up to her, whatever it was. The summer … holy fucking hell! My gaze swung back to the coffee table, where the snacks had been last night. I remembered them. The table had been full. The cupcakes, the candle. Motherfucker!
I shoved my hand in my hair, furious with myself. The pain in my chest was now worse than the pounding headache. “Baby Doll, I am so sorry. I drank too much. Fuck.” I closed my eyes, trying to find the right words.
“It was your twenty-first birthday. You went out with friends and got drunk. That’s what people do. It’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected you to come back here. That was silly.”
No, please stop talking. She was killing me.
