In love with Ruin’s sister? I opened my mouth to deny it and shut it again. Could I be in love with Chelsea?
Not that it mattered. Nothing could ever happen between us again.
All that mattered was that Melody kept her mouth shut about it. If she didn’t I would make sure everyone know that she liked licking pussy even more than I did.
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Melody’s gentle snores woke me the next morning. It was weird having a woman in my bed who was fully dressed. Even stranger that I had no interest in her. But there it was. I didn’t fancy Mel. And she sure as hell didn’t fancy me.
I couldn’t get her words out of my head though.
Was I in love with Chelsea? Truthfully I wasn’t sure. I wanted her in the most primal way, and I cared for her and wanted her safe and happy. But did that mean I was in love with her?
I really hoped not. Jesus I really really hoped not.
Because if I was then it was going to add a complication into my life that I didn’t need.
It was much more likely that I was interested because she was out of bounds. Surely?
My hand reached for my phone without me even thinking about it. Scrolling through the dozen or so messages without really seeing them.
It was only when I had seen every single text that I noticed her name flash up.
Chelsea.
She had called me in the early hours. And I had totally missed her call.
Panic gripped me. Had she needed me? Padding to the bathroom I closed the door with a soft click before hitting the call button.
If she had been in some sort of trouble and I hadn’t been there I would never forgive myself.
“Ello?” Her voice sounded muffled like I had just woken her.
“You’re ok?”
“Ugh.” There was a sound as she cleared her throat. “Who is this?”
“It’s Wicked.” I sighed. She sounded like hell but at least she was alive. “I’m guessing you called me by mistake last night? I was worried.” I admitted.
“You were? Why?” More noise. It sounded like she was rummaging around in a drawer. “Dammit.”
“What are you looking for?” I sighed.
“Painkillers.”
I chuckled and she swore again. “Will you stop being so loud Wicked.”
“Are you that hungover princess?”
“I feel like I’m dying.” She admitted. “Actually dying.”
“I’ll bring you some ok, where are you?” I don’t know what made me say it but the words were out of my mouth before I could think twice.
“My usual room.”
I groaned. She was here? Still in the clubhouse and only a few doors down from me? “I’ll bring you some ok but answer me first. Why did you call me at three am?” I already knew the answer but I wanted her to say it.
“I don’t know. Because I needed a friend?” Her words were innocent but her meaning wasn’t.