I lean down and give her a firm kiss on the cheek, and as I pass her.
"???????."(Thanks.)
I toss my bag onto the couch as I approach the vast kitchen, where I see Chaos with his back to me, music blasting from the stereo while he cooks something that smells of grease. I halt at the kitchen island and lean forward, resting my forearms on the black marble, while I observe him rap along to the instrumental music, seemingly lost in his own world. He smokes a fat joint, and I wait patiently for him to acknowledge my existence.
When he finally turns around to place his food on the island to eat, his body jumps as I startle him, and I smirk. He narrows his eyes at me while setting his plate down, then turns around to turn the music off. As soon as he returns, he reaches over with his hand out, and we shake before he settles down on a stool opposite me. As he stabs his fork into a crispy piece of bacon, he keeps his eyes low.
“Did you get Char home?”
When he brings the food to his mouth and his eyes meet mine, I give a small, silent nod. He observes me as he chews, and then his gaze falls downward again.
“Did you—”
My brow raises, and I sigh as I take a seat opposite him.
“Did I what? Fuck her?”
He glances at me, nodding in response, and I return the nod to confirm it. His expression remains neutral as he analyzes me for a beat, then he looks down at his food once more causing my jaw to tighten because I know what he is thinking.
“I did say I fucking would, Chaos. Don’t start all your soft shit now.”
His eyes flash to mine as he chews on his food before he responds with a full mouth.
“What fucking soft shit? I didn’t say anything.”
“Nah, you didn’t fucking need to; I know you well enough to know when you’re falling for someone.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Fuck off, Reign.”
I study him silently, but I know I’m right. I know the guy very well, and Chaos doesn’t do relationships because his soft little soul gets attached easily. Whereas I can fuck my way into oblivion and not feel a thing for any of them.
“Don’t make this shit awkward; you know what the fuck this is. She’s ours.”
His eyes dart to mine again, loaded with sternness.
“Bro, I’m fucking cool with it; I would tell you if I weren’t.”
When I finally feel convinced, I give a sharp nod.
“We need to set Cody straight; he caught the fuck on, and I think she is worried about it getting out. He wants to meet me at the gym later; you wanna come?”
He scoffs before responding.
“Cody at the fucking gym? What the fuck is up with that guy?”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Maybe he finally wants to get his head out of his ass. You up for it or what?”
After thinking about it, he eventually nods in agreement.
“Sure, but I can’t be there long.”
“Why the fuck not? What are your plans?”
“I’ve gotta head to Vegas for the week to settle business.”
