“So you had fun, huh?” Tink asks as Citi settles back and snuggles into her.
“Of course. Ambros is the best.”
Tink looks at me with a soft smile. “He is, isn’t he?”
“What the fuck am I, chopped liver?” Havoc huffs, making both girls laugh.
“You jealous, Mr. President?” Tink teases, only for it to quickly turn into a yelp when Havoc reaches down for her and tosses her over his shoulder.
“Nope, I know you only have eyes for my dick.”
“Havoc!” she screeches, slapping his back as he carries her out. Citi is laughing her head off, offering her sister no help at all.
“Have fun,” I call out as Havoc salutes me before yanking the door open and walking out.
“Bye, Ambros, bye, Citi. I love you,” Tink yells.
“Love you too,” Citi yells back before Havoc pulls the door closed.
“Funny,” she mutters as she starts to tip over. I reach her before she does and scoop her up.
“Let’s get you ready for bed.”
She perks up instantly. “Are you going to fuck me now, Ambros?”
I trip and almost drop her in the process. I stare at her in surprise, but that wicked little grin on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“When I finally slide my dick home, it won’t be when you’re drunk. I don’t want you to forget a single second of me being inside you.”
She cups my face as I carry her up the stairs. “Silly boy, how could I ever forget you?” she whispers before passing out in my arms.
Chapter Seventeen
CITI
A tiny monkeyis playing symbols in my brain. I crack my eyes open and immediately shut them again.
“I’m dying.”
“I’m sure it feels that way, but I promise, you’re not.”
I squeal and bolt upright at the sound of the male voice, which was a really fucking bad idea because the room pitches and spins.
“Whoa, it’s okay, Citi. It’s just me—Ambros.”
“Gonna be sick,” I manage to get out as I scramble from the bed. He sweeps me up and hurries me to the bathroom, just in time, too. I collapse on the tile floor, lean my head over the toilet, and empty the entire contents of my stomach.
I feel his hands on me, pulling my hair back and holding it away from my face. He’s saying something, but I can’t make out what over the sounds of my retching. Dear lord, please let the ground open up and swallow me. On a side note, if the puking doesn’t kill me, the humiliation will.
“I’m sorry,” I gasp out when I finally stop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You think you’re the first person to puke in front of me? No, don’t be silly. Besides, it’s a rite of passage. You’re just doing it a little later than most.”
“Well, I’m not doing it again. I don’t understand why anyone would ever drink again after this.”
“We’re all suckers for punishment. Come on, up you get. You’ll feel better once you brush your teeth.” He helps me by grabbing my toothbrush, adding some toothpaste, and handing it back. “Think you’ll be okay while I go get you a bottle of water and some more painkillers?”
“Oh, yes, please. I need drugs. Give me all the drugs.”
