“Hey, Midnight Delight is down the street. I’m sure someone there will take care of you; don’t come in here with that. I ain’t helping ya out,” he laughs. I growl at him.
“Marked and Mated! Idiot, and have you seen the girls in that place, should be called Midnight Fright, not Delight,” I tell him, with a disgusted shiver, as I flop into one of the chairs with my bottle of whiskey.
Daniel shrugs. “I don’t mind them; they get the job done,” he laughs.
“Yeah, probably because they are all about your age, went once, and the lady had more wrinkles than my nutsack,” I tell him. He laughs and shakes his head, going back to monitoring the screens.
A few hours later, I head back to the apartment, becoming distracted by the shit storm the explosion caused. Exhausted, I make my way back upstairs, unlocking the door. The breeze from the busted windows makes me shudder.
I shower quickly before walking around to my side of the bed. Mara is tucked under the blankets, and I can tell she is still naked as the blanket is pushed down to her waist, giving me a marvelous view of her perky boobs. Jax licks his chops in my head, wanting to chew on one of them. Damn pervert. I shake my head at my horny wolf, pull the blankets back, and climb into the bed to hear Kyan snicker as I roll on my side.
“Fucking asshole,” I tell him, feeling the dampness of the mattress.
“You don’t even seem fazed,” he says, sitting up on his elbow and peering over at me.
“Some random I would be, but my mates. Na, I’m all good,” I laugh, and he scrunches his face up. “I am surprised you’re not spring cleaning,” I tease him. His aggravation is clear through the bond about me mentioning the room’s state.
“Don’t, I am pretending the room is in order,” he growls, and I shake my head and tug Marabella closer. She rolls into me and sighs. Like a magnet, Kyan moves into her and drapes his arm over her waist and my arm.
“We will have to go back to the manor while this place gets fixed up,” I tell him while yawning.
“Yeah, you should probably just move your stuff back home,” Kyan says, pressing his face into the back of Mara’s neck and inhaling her scent.
“Can I have a drawer too?” I laugh at his invitation to move in with him. Not like he has much choice now.
“You do have a drawer in my damn room filled with all the crap you leave at my place,” he says, and I shrug. I usually help myself to his shit, anyway. Moving in with him wouldn’t be much different. I spend the majority of the time in the city there with him, anyway.
“You better get a bigger bed. Yours is a little squishy,” I tell him, yawning again and closing my eyes.
“Already ordered one. Should arrive tomorrow assuming Ella didn’t blow up the factory as well,” he laughs. Closing my eyes, I nod. I should have realized he would have everything sorted. The man; I swear he has files in his head of everything set in place, and heaven forbid something doesn’t line up with his schedule or on time.
Marabella
Waking the following morning, I feel the freezing cold morning air. Jonah is asleep beside me, although Kyan is no longer in bed. Tugging the covers back, I climb out of bed. It is still early in the morning.
Stretching and yawning, I place my feet on the floor before I lift them, remembering the broken glass, only to open my eyes to find the room spotless.
“Kyan!” Kora sighs, and I nod, walking to the bathroom to pee. When I am finished, I steal Jonah’s dressing gown and his slippers and step out into the hallway. Besides the broken windows, everything seems to be in order. The curtains are blowing inward from the slight breeze, but everything is spotless. Turning the corner into the kitchen, I run into Kyan who is carrying coffee.
“Woah, fucking scared me. I was about to wake you,” Kyan says, holding a mug out to me. I take it from him and he pecks my cheek, wandering off down the hall while I wonder what time he got up to clean all this.
“Jonah, I am leaving,” I hear him say to Jonah.
Jonah grunts when I hear the sound of flesh on flesh, and Kyan snickers as he comes back down the hall. “Coffee is on the bedside table, now get up!” Kyan calls out to him over his shoulder as he comes back out to the kitchen.
“What time did you get up?” I ask him.
“Not long after Jonah got home, we will be going back to the manor today, so grab what you need. I have to go see the mayor and a few officials. So I will be there for a while.” He says, pulling his suit jacket on, over his black button-up shirt. He buttons it up. “Shit, my car isn’t here,” Kyan growls.
He spots Jonah’s keys on the microwave and snatches them off before grabbing me and kissing me. His tongue invades my mouth, and I try to pull away, worried about morning breath, but he doesn’t seem to care. My mug is clutched tightly in my hand as I try not to spill it over him. He lets me go, glancing behind me toward the bedroom. Lifting my gaze, I look over my shoulder to see Jonah walking toward us.
“I am taking your car,” Kyan tells him, and Jonah waves him off with his hand, looking exhausted. He kisses my head as he walks past me toward the kitchen sink. He yawns loudly, leaning on the bench and sipping the coffee Kyan made him.
“I’m up, happy, boss?” Jonah groans, and Kyan nods, turning his attention back to me.
“I love you, but I need to go. I should have already,” Kyan groans, peering at his Rolex before walking out in a rush. I shake my head while Jonah glances around the place.
“Kyan!” We both say simultaneously, looking at how clean the place is now. Jonah shakes his head, then dumps his mug in the sink, pouring the contents down the drain.
He then walks back toward the room. “Where are you going?” I ask.
“Back to bed. I didn’t get in until after 2 AM,” he states.
“Well, I am calling my brother. We are…” I call out to him, pausing as I try to think of a reason to go with him. “We’re going to lunch,” I tell him.
“My card is in my wallet,” Jonah sings out, and I nod before remembering he can’t see me.
“Thank you!” I get no reply but feel him fall asleep, which will undoubtedly anger Kyan that he went back to bed. Heading into the room, I retrieve some clothes and put them in the main bathroom, not wanting to wake Jonah before stealing his phone and dialing Eziah’s number.