Kyan
When I finally arrive home, I head up to my bedroom. Jonah is still out searching for Rose. God knows where she’s gone. That girl is wild and temperamental. I’m just glad it’s Jonah who has to deal with her and not me. As for Marabella, she has been unreachable all day since I have no phone. Although I did stop to check in on her, but she was nowhere to be found and I have been worrying since. Maybe Jonah came back for her. As long as she is safe that is all that matters.
I make my way up the stairs, suddenly getting the strangest sensation she is close. That becomes a realization when I push my door open, only to see her face down on my bed. But that isn’t what makes me stop in my tracks. It is the fact she is in nothing but her panties and a hoodie. I swallow hard, trying not to stare at her ass.
Fuck.
Kaif shoves forward in her state of undress, instantly wanting to get his hands on her. I drag my eyes away and peek back out to the hall, wondering why she is here, when Lucas pokes his head out of his door suspiciously.
Instantly, I realize something isn’t right, and I narrow my eyes at him before stalking down the hall toward his room. His eyes widen and he tries to shut the door in my face, but I shove it open with ease. “Why is Marabella in my bed, half-naked?” I ask, crossing my arms as I glare at him.
“Oh, she is? I must have missed her,” Lucas says innocently, but I can smell a lie, but strangely enough, I’m not even upset. Honestly, my uncle has always loved to meddle and meddle he had. Well, the view I got isn’t one I am going to complain about. Marabella is gorgeous.
I raise an eyebrow at my uncle, and he suddenly starts rambling about how she should be here.
“Kyan, she belongs here with you! And I actually love the company too. I think she should move here permanently, don’t you think?” I blink at him. “I think she’d like that too… I only texted her and she was so happy to come straight away. I think this will work. Oh, and I can make her scones and she loves to test my jams. Do you want to test jams with-”
“Are you done?’ I growl, and he snaps his mouth shut. I click my fingers at him, wanting my phone, and he shakes his head. He walks over to his old bedside table, which makes me grit my teeth. That thing makes me sick. It’s battered and needs to be gone. I have been trying to replace his furnishings for ages, but he always refuses to let me.
He returns, placing my phone in my waiting hand. He continues explaining exactly why he had tried to get her here, and I simply shake my head.
“Okay,” I tell him, turning on my heel to leave his room.
“That’s it?” He sounds shocked.
I stop wondering what he is talking about. “Huh?” I raise an eyebrow, glancing back at her.
“You’re not mad?” he asks, visibly worried.
“No, I have been worried about her all damn day. I stopped by there this morning and I couldn’t find her. I am just glad she is safe,” I reply quietly.
“And half naked,” Kaif purrs in my head. Yeah, let’s not think of that. I don’t need a hard-on right now. Lucas scratches his head and nods his head.
“I’m not mad,” I tell him, trying to reassure him.
“Okay, I expected an outburst, so I made sure she wouldn’t escape,” he replies sheepishly.
I tilt my head, observing my uncle, who has a triumphant grin on his face. “You what?” I ask him, narrowing my eyes.
“I kept feeding her scones. I am shocked she kept eating them. I think she thought she would hurt my feelings, but she just kept chugging along like a trooper eating whatever I handed her. But she looked a little uncomfortable, got a good appetite to fatten up pups one day,” he rambles.
I facepalm myself. My Uncle and his damn jams he is so proud of. No wonder she is half sprawled out looking dead in my bed. That sounds like something she would do too, just carry on and not say a firm no. And wait, did he just say pups?
I furrow my brows and give him a look. “No, pups, let me get over the shock of her passing out in my bed first.”
“I may have put some brandy in the cream, or maybe a lot of brandy in the cream,” he adds, blinking innocently at me.
“Lucas!” I roar. Now the passing out really makes damn sense!
“You couldn’t kick her out if she couldn’t move too well, though I am surprised how long she lasted, I expected her to pass out on the floor after the first tenth one.” I gape at him ten, wait… first ten? How many did he feed her?
“You got my mate drunk?” I growl, although I’m not as mad as I should be.
“No, I got her merry, she is quite talkative when drunk, glowing like a star. Her face was so red, you should have watched her wobble up the stairs, took us a good five minutes as she stumbled her way to your room,” he chuckles, and I shake my head.
“Lucas,” I sigh, exasperated, but I can’t help but laugh, unable to contain it. I know his heart is in the right place, but damn, he went a little too far. “Fine, she can stay, but no feeding her any more scones.”
“What about cookies? I baked her a tray.” He perks up.
“No brandy?” I ask, giving him a pointed look.
“No brandy,” he repeats, and I shake my head before heading back to my room.