“Look at you,” He throws back, “Sober already. No falling over tonight.”
I roll my eyes, “I make no promises,” I pat his hard chest as I move passed him, plucking up the bottle of champagne to pour it into my lipstick-stained glass.
“Am I going to have to carry you out again?”
“It was one time,” I huff, “Not my fault you made me do tequila shots. I did warn you.”
He chuckles again, plucking the glass from my hand to take a sip. He crinkles his nose in disgust, immediately passing it back. I smirk at him as I drink, waiting for Olivia, my best friend, to detangle herself from her husband.
I’ve become used to it by now with how much he steals her away from me but it’s nice to see. I was worried for a minute about their arranged marriage and the weeks after, but chemistry doesn’t lie. They’re made for each other.
Killian and Dean are the first to join us in the kitchen and since I didn’t get to say hello to them earlier as I was spread across the floor, I do so now, kissing them both on the cheek and hugging them, which they reciprocate.
“What’s the bet?” Killian asks.
“Bet?” Sebastian asks.
“How long it’ll take them to come down and join us.” Kill answers, popping the cap off a beer he pulls from the fridge.
“I give it,” Dean starts, checking his watch, “Another ten.”
“Twenty,” Sebastian throws in with a smirk.
“They’ve already had twenty,” Killian shrugs, “Another five.”
All eyes turn to me.
“I am not betting on how long it takes my best friend to have sex.” I purse my lips in distaste.
With a chuckle, Sebastian continues, “Loser buys the bottle for the table. Top shelf, of course.”
“Deal.” The brothers answer in unison.
I shake my head, leaning back on the counter as I roll my ankles.
Beauty is pain.
I stifle the wince at the voice inside my head. My mother, the old bitch haunts me even years after herdeath. I grew up with an image to uphold and that included heels always, even when they make me uncomfortable. Granted, this dress would only pair with a nice set of heels but fuck me, theyhurt.
“Why don’t you sit?” Sebastian frowns at me, his eyes flicking from where I move my feet to my face.
“If I sit,” I sip my drink knowing if I get a good buzz going again the heels won’t hurt anymore, “I won’t get back up.”
“Then take them off,” He suggests.
I scoff, “No.”
Footsteps sound on the stairs, halting whatever Sebastian was about to say as Olivia and Malakai come into the room. Olivia is far more flushed than when I left her, her skin pink and there’s a new hickey marking her throat.
“I win fuckers!” Killian hollers.
“Bast was furthest, he loses. Bottle on you tonight.” Dean claps his shoulder while I shake my head.
“You win what?” Olivia slips out of Malakai’s hold and crosses over to me, accepting my glass when I hand it to her.
“They bet on how long it’ll take you two to havesex,” I fill her in.
Angry eyes fall to the guys, “Need I remind you what happened after your last bet?”
