Prischa and Viggo were oblivious to her presence as he sent her into another powerful orgasm. Simpering and shaking her head, Henna quietly backed away and went to mind her own business, rooting for her girl the whole time.
“Everything straight down there?” Oz asked from the queen-sized bed in the guestroom.
He’d taken his shirt off, and they’d both showered and got comfortable with a few snacks and more drank. Now that they were alone, he had her nervous as she slid into the bed beside him.
“Yeah. We should leave them alone for a while.” She stuck her hand in the bowl of popcorn and hit play on the firstTwilightmovie.
THIRTEEN
HEARTS ON DECK
“Ugh, I did not come here for all this bullshit!” Giselle complained, tossing back a shot with Maisie across from her at the bar, infusing more drinks.
“Girl, but it’s bound to happen. You had to know that.”
“Maybe I should have started over somewhere else.” She sighed. “Saved everybody all my drama.”
“Really, G? I thought you had outgrown that shit. You want everything to be so fucking easy. I swear.” Maisie shook her head.
“That’s not true.” Giselle smacked her lips and adjusted her posture on her stool. “I made one of the hardest decisions of my life not telling anyone about Harlee and Heir.”
“And that was mostly selfish, too,” Maisie called her out. “What would anybody say about perfect, pretty little Giselle having two babies out of wedlock? Then, you would have to come back here and live like us little common folk.”
“Really, Mais?” Hurt locked across Giselle’s face.
“Giselle, you have always been bourgeois. I never held that against you. That Southwick comes out of you real quick whensomeone disrespects you, though.” Maisie snickered. “All I’m saying is, you brought a lot of this on yourself, and sometimes you have to deal with the bullshit that comes with your choices. Henna isn’t all the way wrong. Heavy is her brother, and she loves him. Their family has also been through a lot. So, if she’s mad, let her be mad. Don’t provoke her. She’s his twin sister. Think about that connection.”
It damn sure gave Giselle something to ponder.
“You’re right. As usual,” Giselle quipped, watching her bottle the leftover drink she’d created into plastic to-go containers.
“I know I am.” Maisie winked in her direction. “You have two beautiful children. They also have a father who adores them and an entire village surrounding them. This is the perfect time for you to focus on yourself and them without someone in your ear telling you what to do.”
“I kind of like it when Heavy tells me what to do,” she admitted reluctantly.
“I know you do, brat.” Maisie snickered, shaking her head. “And he’s not closed off with you or those babies. He doesn’t coddle you either.”
“We’re supposed to talk to them tomorrow, about who he is and his role in their lives. I don’t know if they’ll understand though, you know.”
“The only thing they need to recognize is that he’s there for them. They’re kids; they can clearly adjust.”
“They love being here, surrounded by so much family and people who just want to love on them and spoil them. I don’t regret coming back, for the record. I just regret that it took so long.”
“Have another drink. I’m going to the office to check on Crew. We’re going to be closing and heading home soon.”
Giselle grabbed another shot glass and filled it as Gem and Solo approached.
“And where are you off to?”
“To get something to eat. You want to come since you’ve rendered yourself my keeper?” Gem scrolled through her phone.
“I am your sister.” Giselle responded.
“When it’s convenient for you.” Gem looked up from her device, and Solo caught the ice in her tone when she and her sister exchanged stares.
“Clearly, it’s come for Giselle night. So, let’s put it on the table.” Giselle threw her hands up dramatically.
“Why bother? You’ll just leave again when some shit doesn’t suit you. Like everybody else. Come on.” She reached for Solo’s hand.
