“Good. Now, I’m going to plate up a few things for Henry and me. We’ll be in the bedroom, if you need anything.” I flashed another grin, plated up some of the food I laid out, turned on my heel, and walked back to my Henry.
“I’m going to knock that bitch out,” Sophie grumbled.
“I heard that, Sophie,” I said in a singsong voice, without missing a beat. I got back into the bedroom and Henry was laying there, smiling.
“Thanks, love.” He reached for the plate.
I waved my finger at him. “Not so fast, mister. I will feed you.”
“Alright then.” He smiled, ready to accept my doting. I started feeding him small pieces of fruit.
“I should hit my head more often. I feel like a king.” I held a grape to his lips.
“Well, sir, you are my king.” I spoke in my best British accent and stood up to curtsy. He thought I was hilarious. “Eat up, my lord.” Henry polished off the plate of food.
“Thank you, love. I’m feeling better.”
“Good.”
“Can you help me up? I want to get out there so we can figure shit out.”
“I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Elaina, I’m fine. I’m just a bit sore and have a small headache, that’s all.”
I had the feeling he was trying to play me for a fool because why would he ask for my help to get him up? I narrowed my eyes at him. “How do I know you aren’t lying to me?”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake…” He started to get up on his own. I reached around and hooked my arm around his. Apparently, he was going to get up, with or without me.
“Lean if you need to.” I was irritated.
“I’m good. Thanks.” He started staggering down the hall with his arm out, like he was waiting to fall into the wall. I followed close behind so I could catch him if need be. When he finally made it to the living room, he sat down on the couch. Everyone gathered around him.
“Alright.” Henry sounded a little groggy, but he seemed to be fine. He looked over at the window and looked a bit surprised. “My front window is destroyed. Perfect. Thank you, Sophie. I paid a lot of money for this place.” She smiled, like she was proud of her accomplishment. He laughed a little.
“You are very welcome, darling. And it’s not like you couldn't afford to buy another.” Then she winked at him, kissed her index finger, and then pointed at Henry.
I glared at her. If it were any icier, the nipples on her fake tits would have cut through what was left of that leather vest. She felt me glaring so she cocked her head to the left and gave me that fucking grin again. And, once again, I wanted to throat punch her.
Feeling the tension developing, Henry said, “Anyway…” he said, while glaring at both of us. He was trying to tame the beasts. “Sophie, is your issued phone working?”
“Until it runs out of charge.”
“Try using it. I want to see if the network is down, as well.” She pulled the phone out of her cleavage. I rolled my eyes. Of course! Where else would you keep your phone?
“These are far more useful than one thinks.” She grabbed her chest, and winked at me. I looked down at my chest, which just so happened to be much smaller than hers…so very much smaller than hers. Oh, well. Henry seemed to like my ladies. He hadn’t complained or suggested any improvements.
“Please continue, Henry.” Nick sounded quite annoyed.
Sophie looked at her phone and held it up. “No service, darling.” I think she was calling him darling just to get under my skin. Admittedly, it did. I had a sneaking suspicion that they had at least fucked before, which made me grow angrier by the second.
“Shit.” Henry rubbed his hands on his thighs. “Well, I think we are going to have to head to the south-east region.”
“Whoa,” said Nate. “I’m not going anywhere. This area is my home. I have a business to run.”
Henry broke out in hysterical laughter, then he grabbed his head and hissed. “Ah, Nate. You kill me. Did you forget what is happening out there? Are you high, mate? If so, please share. I could really use some right about now.” I stifled a giggle.
Nate was annoyed that Henry made a fool of him. “Right.” He sat there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Henry cleared his throat. He was still sounding a bit scratchy so I grabbed him another bottle of water. He smiled at me when I handed it to him. His eyes seemed rather gray, and there wasn’t much of that emerald sparkle left for some reason. I was assuming it was because he wasn’t feeling well.
“Gunther Erikkson heads up the south-east region. I think…”