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Rhys ends up picking Ally up and I do the same with Yasmin.
“I’ll stay with her tonight, make sure she doesn’t vomit.” Rhys says as he picks up her bag from outside her bedroom door.
“You sure you’ll be okay?”
“Yeah it’s fine.” He says as Ally snuggles into his neck. Rhys audibly groans. “Maybe.” He huffs as he unlocks his door.
“Let me know if you need some help with her.” I say opening my door and grabbing Yasmin’s overnight bag. Ralph had one of his guys bring the bags up for us. His men can get into the main areas of the house but only us, Ralph, and Martha can get into our rooms.
“Same to you. Night.” Rhys says as he closes his door. I move around the room and place Yasmin on the bed. She gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling.
“Hi,” She whispers.
“Hi pretty girl. How you feeling?”
She starts giggling again. “I’m drunk.” Her hair is loose and her eyes are glazy and carefree. I love seeing this look on her.
“Yes, you are, can you sit up so I can help you out of your dress?” I ask her while I pull my shirt over my head. She slowly sits up and sways a little.
“Woah, did you feel the house move?” She asks me.
“Pretty sure that was you, not the house.”
She holds her arms in the air and waits for me to take her dress off. I drop it on the floor beside the bed and quickly put my shirt on her, before her body can distract me. I look at the scars on her back as I do. I haven’t asked her about them yet. I want to know, but I want her to tell me when she’s ready.
She lifts my shirt and inhales. “I love how you smell. It feels like home,” She mumbles before falling back on the bed again, closing her eyes. I take off her shoes and go to the bathroom for some Panadol.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I coax her into sitting up to take the Panadol and drink the bottle of water before she passes out. I check her sugar levels and breathe a sigh of relief when it shows she is sitting in a normal range. Taking off my pants, I kill the lights and crawl into bed with her.
***
It’s a late start for us in the morning. Yasmin woke me up a few hours after we went to sleep. She wasn’t sick like I expected. No, she wanted something from me, and I was all too happy to oblige. We ended up collapsing into a sweaty mess as the sun was coming up.
Best birthday present.
“How’s your head?” I ask as I walk out the bathroom fully dressed. We still haven’t had sex, but we have pretty much done everything else. We agreed to wait. I want to know everything about her and what happened in her past before we take this to the next level.
“It hurts, but the orgasms helped.” She pulls her hair into a bun and pulls on her cardigan over her pjs.
“Happy to help.”
“I need food though; Arden will be knocking down the door soon. My sugars are 3.5.”
Arden bangs on the door before she even finishes the sentence. “Yasmin get your ass out here; Martha has food ready for us.” Arden groans from the other side of the door. I open it and chuckle.
“You look like I feel,” Yasmin says pushing her way through us and then stopping, realising she doesn’t know where to go. “I was just telling Chase I needed food. Let’s go, I could eat the ass of a low flying duck right about now. I need something to absorb the alcohol.”
“There’s no need to fucking yell.” Ally says rubbing her eyes as she emerges from Rhys’ room. She’s wearing her pyjamas and I glance at Rhys as he joins us in the hallway. He just shakes his head.
Ally links arms with Arden and Yasmin. “Come on you two, we can suffer together. I really hope Martha made muffins. I could eat six right now,” She says as she pulls them down the stairs.
“She’s a pain in the ass sober. She’s even worse when she’s drunk,” Rhys says to me as we head to the kitchen on the first level.
“Rough night?”
“Night and morning. She switched between vomiting and yelling at me and occasionally sleeping. I need coffee or bourbon. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Let’s start with coffee,” I say as we turn the corner and find Arden and the girls already sitting at the table and Martha piling food on their plates.
