I smile, turning in his embrace before his lips drop back onto mine softly. I open his mouth up with my tongue and a groan vibrates onto my lips.
“Fuck. Okay, get some sleep, baby.”
“Night, Beast,” I whisper, turning around and once again continuing to feel for my bedroom door. Pulling it open, I walk inside and wash up quickly before I crawl back under my sheets and close my eyes.
I had sex and it was pleasurable.
Maybe there is a God?
Just maybe he didn’t want to save me.
The shining bright sun burns through my window and my eyes scrunch shut as I try to mask it away.
After another failed attempt at falling back to sleep, I pull the covers over and swing my legs off the bed to close the curtains. Peering down at the bed, I see Melissa not there.
“What?”
Spinning around to look at my alarm clock that sits beside my television opposite my bed, I see it’s one p.m. “Holy shit!” Running to my closet, I scan for my short white silk robe, tie it around my waist and make my way down the lightened hallway, passing the now memorable spot with a smile. When I walk into the living room, Beast, Hella, and Melissa are there. Melissa is sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa, a towel wrapped around her hair in a turban while she’s eating her favorite English breakfast—sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs, mushrooms and all.
I smile. “Hey, guys. I didn’t mean to sleep that long.”
Melissa shakes her head, wiping her hands with a napkin. “It’s fine. I only just got up and made this! There’s heaps there. I made enough to feed these two as well.”
“Really?” I ask eyebrows raised, smiling with mock shock.
“Yeah, they’ve already eaten. I need to go and hand the keys to my new manager I hired. Maybe we could go do that when you’re ready?” she asks, tilting her head.
I nod my head. “Sure. I just need food.”
“Worked up a bit of an appetite early this morning did you?” Hella smirks, giving me a wink. Melissa looks between Hella and me. My eyes narrow on him and Melissa looks to Beast, who’s shaking his head.
“Oh my God! You slept with him!” Melissa screeches. She has no filter and gives zero shits about what comes out of her mouth. I love her for it, but not right now.
“I slept with you last night,” I answer, tilting my head and edging her to shut up.
“I can work with that too, baby,” Hella retorts with a smirk. Beast raises his hand and slaps him upside the head. “Might wanna watch that mouth, brother.”
Hella winks. “Sorry.”
Melissa shoves her plate into Hella, who takes it naturally. A little too naturally, I would half expect Hella to shove it right back into her, or throw it at her.
“Me. You. Kitchen. Now.” She walks up to me, pulling me into the kitchen by my arm.
Once we round the corner, she checks the boys aren’t following before pointing me in the chest with a smile. “You did! How was it?”
“What? How was what?” I whisper harshly.
“You know? Your first time!”
Pain lashes through my chest and my shoulders sag. “That wasn’t my first time.”
She tilts her head, crossing her eyes in confusion. “I could have sworn—”
I shake my head. “No. I mean, it was my first time… in a way, I guess. But it’s complicated and I don’t want to get into it right now.”
She nods her head. “Okay. So, how was it?”
“It?” I ask confused.
“Yeah, you know. How’s he packing?” She runs her eyes out to the living room, scanning Beast up and down.
“Yeah, he’s fine. You just worry about Hella.”
She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right.” Before walking back to the living room to finish her breakfast. Exhaling out, I make my way to the stove top, pulling down a plate and begin dishing up the food. Usually, I’m a healthy person, but right now I’m famished.
“Hey,” Beast mumbles from the entryway. I peer up at him while pushing my English muffins down into the toaster.
“Hey. How are you feeling?” I ask, taking the butter out of the fridge.
Pushing off the doorway, he makes his way to me. “Good. You?” Pulling me into him, lifting me off the ground and kissing my shoulder.
“Beast! I’m hungry.” I laugh, tilting my head to give him access to my neck.
He places me down and slaps my ass. “All right. Eat. Then we need to talk.” Before he walks back into the living room. A few minutes later, I follow him in and take a seat at the coffee table, picking up the remote and turning the television on Crime Investigation channel where they’re investigating a triple homicide, real crime pictures and all.