Careful not to wake her, I slide out from underneath her and ease off the bed. I grab my jeans off the floor and remove my cell from the pocket. A video notification from Lucy lights up the screen.
Deciding to watch it, I walk into the bathroom and flip on the light. I turn the volume on my phone all the way down so it doesn’t wake up April.
The video shows the Mason’s private room at the Airport. A mirror lies in the middle of the table, along with a razor blade and a bag of cocaine. Then the camera flips to Lucy, and she blows a kiss. Her mouth moves, but I can’t hear what she is saying or make out the words. Ending it before it’s done, I delete it and place my cell on the counter.
I turn on the faucet and splash my face with cool water. The need that I would normally have for the drugs is not really there. I shut off the water, grab my cell, and flip off the light. April issleeping soundly when I walk back into her bedroom, so I pull my jeans on and make my way downstairs to get a glass of milk. It just sounds good right now.
As I hit the last step, I see a figure in the entryway, so I reach over and flip on the light.
“Shit!” Ethan all but shouts, jumping back from the front door.
“Keep it down. Your sister is asleep,” I tell him.
He runs a hand over his mop of hair. I swear the kid never brushes it.
“About time you two stopped fucking,” he says with disgust.
I take a step toward him and he throws up his hands like I’m about to punch his lights out. He’s not far off.
“I’m leaving,” he rushes out. “I was on my way out.”
“Where are you going this late?” I ask.
He squares his shoulders, shoving his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. Why the fuck is he wearing that? It’s not even cold outside. “Just because you’re fucking my sister doesn’t mean I have to tell you shit.” He yanks open the front door and storms out, slamming it shut behind him.
“Babe?” I say, running my knuckles down the side of her face.
“Hmm?” she mumbles, her eyes opening and then closing again.
“I’m leaving,” I say, straightening and placing my watch on my wrist. I’m already late for work. Like I am every fucking day. I didn’t set my alarm last night.
“It’s Saturday.” She stretches under the covers.
“I know.”Kingdom never sleeps.It’s why we choose to live there rather than our homes that we built.
“Stay with me.” Her eyes open fully, and she reaches out to me.
“I can’t.” Even though I want nothing more in this world than to crawl back into bed with her.
She sits up, the covers falling to her waist, exposing her bare chest to me. She arches a brow and licks her lips. “Are you sure?” She reaches out and palms my dick through my jeans.
I growl and jump onto the bed, pinning her down to it as I hover above. “I have to go, but I’m free tonight.”
“Early enough to do dinner?”
I lower my head and kiss her neck. “As long as you’re my dessert.”
“Promise?” She arches her hips to meet mine.
I groan and rock mine into hers so she can feel how hard I am. I’ve never known what struggle was until I met her. “Promise.” I pull away and crawl off her. “Now go back to sleep.” I kiss her forehead, and she rolls over, giving me her back with a sigh.
With a smile, I grab my phone off the nightstand and slip out of her room, closing the door behind me. I make my way down to the front door and spot my bag still lying in the entryway where April dropped it last night. I pick it up and walk out to my car. Opening the driver’s door, I toss it into my passenger seat and slide behind the wheel. I pause before I start my car and glance over at it.
This is the first time in a long time that I haven’t woken up feeling like shit. Hungover or still high. I unzip the side pocket of the bag and reach inside to remove the pill bottle.
“What the…” I bring it onto my lap and look inside the pocket. It’s empty. I had a full pill bottle there last night. Where the hell did it go?
I had it upstairs at the Airport, then when I showered—someone was in my bag. The question is, who the fuck was it? Itwas there when I left. I had checked it. Then I came to April’s. She never got into it. We had sex, and her drunk ass passed out. Then Lucy messaged me. I went downstairs… Ethan.
