Chapter Forty
Tommy
“Urgh, what the hell did she put in that sangria? Absinthe?” Maya groans next to me on the bed.
My eyes spring open before closing again quickly at the sun burning my retinas. What time is it? I’m normally awake to watch the sunrise but the sun is well and truly high in the sky right now. I clumsily feel around for my phone to check the time.
“Shit, it’s 11am. I never sleep in this late.” I shift my body up the bed into a sitting position as I try to find my bearings.
Looking down at Maya, she looks like she has had a wild night, the minimal make up she was wearing is now smeared down her face and her hair looks as though she has been sat in a convertible on the motorway. She groans again as she curls into my side, hiding her face in my chest.
“I’m dying! Send help… and maybe a paracetamol,” Her muffled voice pleads.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head. “Iknow what would sort you out.”
“Absolutely not. I can’t promise I won’t be sick with the way I’m feeling right now,” She whimpers.
Wow she must be feeling bad to turn down orgasms.
“Okay baby, give me five minutes and I’ll come back with the goods.”
Once I’m up and about I head towards the kitchen. Noises come from one of the bedrooms as I pass by, a consistent banging, the kind of noise that is usually coming from mine and Maya’s room. From where I’m standing I can’t tell if it is coming from Max’s room or Jenson’s but one of them is definitely getting ‘busy’. A breathless scream is then followed by a low grunt.
Filthy fuckers. Laughing to myself I carry on in the direction I was heading, I reach the living room door and hear yet another moan, but this time it is one of pain. Popping my head inside the door I see Gracie lying across the couch.
“Morning, are you okay?” I say cheerily knowing for a fact she drank just as much, if not more than Maya.
“Leave me to die in peace. I’ve been poisoned, one of you devils spiked me, I swear,” she complains, dramatically resting her hand on her head.
“Nope.” I pop the p. “You just drank like a sailor last night. Want some juice and drugs?”
“God yes, please! If I move my head I’m scaredit will fall off.”
Fucking hell, how much alcohol did she put in that sangria? I’ve seen these girls drink before, and they have never been this bad.
I busy myself in the kitchen rallying up supplies for the injured troops as the front door flies open. Thinking its just another one of the weaklings I carry on with my business.
“Tommy?” Freddies voice sounds strained as he rushes towards the kitchen. “Mate, we’ve got to head back to England. Sam has just had confirmation that Jake has boarded a plane to Menorca.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
I freeze. The first thought in my mind is that it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, I could simply push him off the cliff and no one would be the wiser, but still, I don’t want him anywhere near Maya.
“Is that the best thing to do?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying to restrain myself from exploding.
“Yes, if he’s coming to this island, it’s only going to be for one thing. The sooner we can get airborne the better,” he says so matter of fact.
“Okay, I’ll try and get a plane and get it sorted. Will you alert the others while I break it to Maya,” I ask, dread pooling in the pit of my stomach at the thought of her reaction to this. It’s going to go down like a lead balloon.
I hand over Gracie’s supplies. “Gracie’s on the couch, would you pass these to her?”
“Will do. I’ll go and tell them all to pack up now.”
Walking back up the stairs feels like impending doom. He has to come and fucking destroy everything? No! I won’t let him destroy her any more than he already has, she doesn’t know that I’ve noticed how much she panics when she’s touched unexpectedly or how when she’s lost in thought her brows crease together, worry taking over her usual masked expression.
