43. Kyril
43
Kyril
“ W ake up, motherfuckers!” Eden’s shrill and irritating-as-fuck voice drilled into my brain, causing me to regret every last drink I’d imbibed last night. Vodka rarely gave me a hangover, but I’d mixed it up with tequila shots.
I heard Landon yelling abuse at her and smiled. His head probably hurt more than mine. It served the fucker right for daring to think he could drink me under the table. My arm snaked sideways, but instead of a warm, deliciously naked female, I found nothing but acres of cold sheet.
My eyes cracked open, and I winced when sunlight hit me in the face. Some idiot, aka me, hadn’t bothered closing the blinds last night.
It wasn’t like Thea to be up early. Not after a late night. Since Christmas, she’d been sleeping in most mornings, and even after a good night’s sleep following many orgasms, she still seemed tired.
She needed a health check, and tomorrow, I planned to take her to the nearest medical clinic. It didn’t matter if some snooty receptionist said we needed an appointment. Money talked. And failing that, threats of violence usually did the trick.
The yelling outside my door escalated, and I sighed. It sounded as if Landon was in a foul mood. Unsurprising. Cassian and Milo would normally calm him down, but maybe they’d slept through the banshee’s wake-up call.
I pulled on some pants and strolled out into the living room. Someone had made coffee, so I poured a cup and glanced around. Still no sign of Thea.
“Where’s my kitten?” I asked Landon.
“Huh?”
“Thea. Where is she?”
“She was with me, but when I woke up, she’d gone,” Milo said.
“Look at you, sharing a bed with a girl,” Landon teased.
“We had sex,” Milo blurted.
Milo’s words sank in as Landon spun around. “Wait…what? You fucked Thea? Wow, man, that’s huge!” He attempted to fist-bump Milo, but Milo just raised one eyebrow.
“That’s what she said,” he replied, deadpan.
Eden choked out a laugh. “Oh my God, did you just make a joke?”
“Can you all shut the fuck up?” Dario grumbled as he stumbled through, making a bee-line for the coffee. “It’s way too early for this shit.”
“Feel free to fuck off,” Landon sniped. “I have no idea why you’re still here, anyway.”
“I’m here for Thea, not you.”
“Eden!” Michael burst into the living room, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Is there something you need to tell me?” he croaked. I watched as he thrust a plastic stick in Eden’s face.
Eden looked at the stick in horror. “Where did you get this?”
“I was looking for some painkillers in the bathroom. I found a bunch of these in a paper bag. What the fuck, babe! How did this happen?!”
Eden swallowed hard, her eyes still glued to the white stick. “It’s not mine,” she said in a shaky voice.
Landon snatched the stick from her hand and squinted at it. “If it’s not yours, then who’s knocked up?” We all looked at each other as the realization sank in.
“Thea,” Landon said.
“Yes,” Milo agreed, not sounding at all surprised.
“You fucking knew?” I reached out and pinned the fucker against the wall. He wasn’t much shorter than me, but I had at least 50 pounds on him, all of it muscle.
“Of course. I’ve been tracking her menstrual cycle.”
“I don’t know whether to be disturbed or impressed,” Eden muttered as Michael sank into a chair, looking relieved at the news he wasn’t the baby daddy.
Cassian appeared, rubbing his eyes. “What have I missed?”
Landon ignored him. “So if Thea is pregnant, who’s the baby daddy?”