“You—” I start, wanting to cuss him out, but he hushes me with a kiss.
“You don’t want to be a good girl, but you certainly want to be fucked like one,” he growls out in a rough voice.
Well, I can’t really argue with that.
His phone chimes, and since it’s still in my line of sight, I catch the messages from Clay and Josh.
“You shared it in the group chat?” I ask, eyes widening in surprise.
“You’reourgood girl…” he grins, “… and I sure can share.”
Josh
Lucky bastard.
Clay
Dreams really do come true.
FORTY-THREE
Chiaraand I are sitting on my bed, studying. She has a test on Monday, and I’m trying to catch up on what I missed last week.
It’s relatively early in the morning, and I assume the guys are still asleep. Well, except Joshua, who snuggled up to me in the middle of the night but was gone by morning. Chiara has just returned from Leo’s place.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” I call out.
Sophia slightly opens the door, peeking in. Seeing both of us dressed and on the bed, she fully opens the door. “It’s only nine. Why are you guys up so early on a Sunday?” she asks, frowning.
“Good morning to you too,” I sing-song. “Chiara has a test to study for,” I explain, shrugging.
“Well, you need to pack your things and get out,” Sophia declares, emotionless.
“Funny,” I dismiss her, refocusing on my laptop.
“I’m serious, Carolina. Pack your shit, you’re moving out,” she repeats, this time with a hint of seriousness.
Chiara and I snap our heads up, shock evident on our faces. “You want me to move out?” I ask, my voice laced with hurt.
I knew this was too good to be true.
“Can you give us a few days? Maybe I can find a room, or perhaps I can talk with Barbara to see if Chiara can stay with Monica,” I plead, my mind racing.I can’t let Chiara go back there, and I won’t either.
“She’s staying here. You’re the one moving out. And stop that shit, Lina, as if we would ever let you live anywhere else,” Sophia retorts.
“What are you even saying?” I ask, my heart pounding with hurt and confusion. I can’t seem to follow what she wants from me.
“You’re moving into the guest room on the guys’ side,” she states, arms crossed.
“Why?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Because Xander and I talked, and we think it’s silly for you to sleep here and Howie over there. So, this will be his room, and yours will be with your boyfriends,” she clarifies, finally smiling at me.
My heart skips a beat. “He can live here with you?” I ask, my voice quivering.
“Of course, he can! If you love him as much as Xander says you do, I’m sure I’ll adore him too. Now, pack up. The guys are already on their way to pick him up from the hospital,” Sophia orders.
Overwhelmed, I set my laptop aside and jump off the bed to hug Sophia tightly. “You have no idea what this means to me. I love you,” I whisper through tears.
