Chapter 20
What the fuckis that high pitched noise?
Grumbling, I pat around the bed looking for something to silence it.
It stops for just a moment before it screams again.
Forcing my eyes open, the brightness of the day fills the room and my head is pounding, my mouth dry and my eyes burning.
I look across and see my phone dancing across the bedside unit.
“Someone had better fucking died to keep blowing my phone up.”
Reaching for it, my brows furrow in confusion when I see Titus’ name flashing up on my screen before it cuts off.
Twenty missed calls.
Twenty.
Shit.
My first thought goes to Kaleb, then Amora and the baby as I answer the call when it starts to ring again.
“Oh, hi Titus,” I croak but still trying to keep upbeat. “You doing good?” He definitely is not doing good. “Look, as much as I am enjoying you perforating my ear drum, I’m a little busy at the moment,” my lips twitch as I look over at a naked Arizona.
In my bed.
Again.
Oops.
He is still chewing me out. I have no idea what he is saying. I have just zoned out.
Best way.
“Yeah cool, I’ll call you back,” and I cut the phone off, tossing it into the duvet. I scrub my face with my hand and feel a coolness on my skin and my eyes widen. “Oh shit.” I chuckle, but this is not the time to be laughing.
We actually fucking went through with it.
Fuck.
“Ari,” I say softly, nudging her, “Ari!” panic claws at my throat as she stirs, moaning as she rolls on her back.
“Leave me alone,” she swats at me.
“We have a problem.” And she sits up, hair wild, make-up smudged and red lipstick stained over her pretty face.
“Problem?” she hums, and she still looks fucking pretty.
We must’ve fucked like porn stars last night.
The room is trashed, my muscles ache like I have run a marathon and she looks thoroughly fucked.
I hold my hand up which causes her to hold hers up and there it is, cheap yellow band with a pink heart shaped gem sitting proud in the middle.
“I’m going to be sick,” she just about manages before she throws up in the garbage can next to the bed.