Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
The rest of the gang comes down the hallway and stops behind Kingsley, their arms full of baggage.
Falcon’s eyes sweep over me, and grinning, he says, “Haven’t seen those boxers in a while.”
“It won’t suck itself,” Kingsley reads the writing plastered over my fucking dick, then she lets out a bark of laughter and almost loses her damn balance.
“Fuck off,” I snap, and turning around, I stalk to my room. Grabbing the sweatpants draped over the side of my bed, I quickly pull them on, then walk back out to get my phone.
“Every muscle in my body aches,” Layla groans.
Wagging his eyebrows, Falcon offers, “I can massage every muscle for you.”
“Yeah?” she teases him, her voice dropping to a seductive tone.
“I need a shower,” Kingsley mutters from where she’s planted herself on the couch, right next to my phone. She’s leaning back, and her eyes are closed.
“Won’t argue with you there,” I mumble as I walk closer and swipe my phone from the couch. “It looks like something exploded in your hair.”
She sits up and pats her hand over the wild mess as if it will help. “Ugh, I didn’t have time to straighten it before we left.”
I let out a chuckle, “So this is you, all-natural?” I glance over her, and even though she looks just fine, I can’t help but take advantage of the opportunity. “You must spend quite some time getting ready every morning.”
She swings her eyes to me and giving me a your-opinion-doesn’t-matter-look, she says, “Lucky for me, I don’t give a flying fuck about what you think of my looks.”
And just like that everything is back to normal between Kingsley and me.
I was a little worried she would be weird around me after she caught me sneaking out of the cabin.
Kingsley’s phone begins to ring, and her ringtone almost makes me grin. It has Lake and Falcon chuckling.
‘It’s your daddy calling, and you know he’s gonna chew your ear off. It’s your daddy calling, all you’re gonna hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.’
“Hey, Dad,” she answers. “No, we came back early.” She smiles. “Yeah, it was okay.”
She leans back against the couch and catches me watching her.
I glance away as she continues, “No, nothing happened. We just felt like coming back before the other students.” After a short silence, she quickly rambles, “Someone’s knocking at the door. Gotta go. Love you, Dad.” She hangs up and pulls a worried face at the phone. “That was close.”
“You’re not telling your father about the avalanche?” I ask.
“There’s no need to worry him about something that’s done and dealt with,” she brushes it off.
Changing the subject, Layla asks, “Which ringtone do you have for me?”
“Oh!” Instantly the frown vanishes, and Kingsley grins at Layla. “You’re going to love it.”
A moment later ‘You are my sunshine,’ comes from the phone.
“Aww… thanks, my friend,” Layla coos.
Lake leans over the back of the chair. “And me?”
Kinglsey looks at him from over her shoulder. “Have you heard of Lucas, the spider?”
“Yeah.”
“You have Lucas.” Kingsley presses play, and then you hear, ‘What you eating? I’m starving.’
“That’s perfect,” Falcon chuckles. “Now I have to hear mine.”
“One sec.” Kingsley scrolls to his name and then I let out a bark of laughter. “You have a call from God. Haa-llelujah! Haa-llelujah!”
“Badass,” Falcon grins, obviously happy with it.
“This is Mason’s.” Kingsley grins mischievously, which tells me I’m not going to like it. Then a butler’s serious voice sounds up, ‘Excuse me, but I’m afraid someone is endeavoring to contact you telephonically. Shall I tell them to fuck off?’
Lake cracks up, disappearing behind the couch which doesn’t help shit seeing as I can hear the fucker laughing his ass off.
Two weeks later, things have kind of returned to normal, and it’s helped silence the memories.
I glare at the tie. “Fuck it,” I mutter as I toss it back on the bed. People should be glad I’m wearing a damn suit.
Grabbing a pair of cufflinks and my watch, I walk out into the living room. Sitting down on the couch, I quickly put on the cufflinks.
Taking hold of the Cartier watch I got from Jennifer, I stare down at it.
That was our last Christmas together.
Letting out a sigh, I strap it onto my wrist before getting back up.
Lake comes out of his room, fumbling with his tie. “I still can’t make one,” he complains.
I walk over, and taking hold of the tie, I fix it for him.
“Aww… you make such a cute couple,” Layla teases.
I glance over my shoulder and see her and Kingsley come in.
When I spot the keycard in her hand, I frown. “You have a keycard now?”
“Just borrowed it from Falcon,” she says.
I think it’s time we each move into our own suite.
I finish making Lake’s tie, then pat him on the chest. “See you at the chamber of torture.”