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“Okay, show off, I still have to give her my gift.” Kai butts in, waving his gift in the air. I take it and open it, finding a laminated picture. The way it’s drawn is like a tattoo.
“Is this what I think it is?” I ask, looking over the colours. A skull with gems in the eye sockets—the same colour as mine—surrounded by wildflowers and a chessboard; so much detail and colour packed into one tattoo. It’s us, all of us, in one design.
“Sure is. You mentioned me doing an arm sleeve, and this is the idea that I had. I was hoping Chester would want to help with some parts of the design that are more suited to him.”
I look over at Chester and he smirks, his mind going to the gutter. He nods, and I turn my attention back to the guys.
“You’re all amazing. I love everything.”
We have some time before the food is ready, so Case and I decide to look for the telescope, while Brennan cleans up the wrapping paper, and Davis and Marlow check on dinner. I make Kai come along with us in the hope that being around each other will ease their tension.
After an hour of searching through boxes of crap stored in the musty, old basement, we find what we’re looking for.
Finally, as we make our way back up the stairs, Marlow and Davis announce that dinner is ready. We all rush to take our seats at the table and dig in. The roast meal they made turned out surprisingly well; it’s full of flavour and cooked perfectly.
After clearing our plates, Kai rushes away and comes back with the cake he baked. Even I have to admit it’s absolutely perfect. He went all out with a teal buttercream frosting, some meringue decorations on top, and pink sprinkles around the base.
Completely gorged on food, we all head into the living room to relax, sprawling across the couches and enjoying each other’s company.
At precisely 10:13pm—Brennan tells me this is the exact time I was born—I get a message from Mr Z. It simply says, “Happy Birthday.” Attached is a picture of a younger Mr Z holding a newborn baby—who I assume is me—and the smile on his face is pure happiness. I wonder what happened to that man in the photo.
As I get up to head to bed, the guys play “rock, paper, scissors” to figure out who gets to sleep in my bed tonight. After muttered curses from the losers, Davis is declared the winner, and I all but drag him upstairs to my room.
It was an amazing day today, and an even better night, especially now that I get to fall asleep wrapped in his arms with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty
Jolie
Last week, the guys had extra security measures put in place, including silent alarms to alert them when anyone enters the property. They’re imperative to have so we can hide those of us who are presumed to be dead. We can’t risk anyone seeing them yet.
Sinclair set off the alarms today. She turned up, bags in hand, and demanded that we are going to a party. Not just any party, though—something for the wealthy. She even brought me a gown, shoes, and a mask, since it’s a masquerade party. She also invited Kai, who is currently off getting ready in his own room.
After a full day of primping and priming our bodies, I stand and look at myself in the mirror. The dress she has picked out for me is perfection—a beautiful black satin A-line gown, with long sleeves and a deep V neck that drops to my belly button. My cleavage is on full display and it’s sure to catch Kai’s attention.There are also two daring slits, one on each side, cutting to my hips.
Sinclair squeals as she spins in her dress. It’s a two piece; the bodice is silver and covered in sequins, and the skirt made up of multiple layers of ruffles in a soft peach with a waistband that matches the top. She looks spectacular. Sinclair is already wearing her matching mask, which is adorned in silver glitter.
She hands me a simple, yet intricate, black lace mask. I’m glad she went with black, so it doesn’t shine like a beacon on my face.
“You look amazing,” she remarks, fluffing up her skirt. “Jimmie is meeting us there. I have the limo picking us up in fifteen minutes, so we better find Kai.”
“Let’s do this.”
Heading down the stairs, I see Kai patiently waiting for us in the kitchen. My breath hitches at the sight before my eyes—he looks so handsome in his black suit. He turns to face us and slips his mask on. It covers his entire face, unlike ours, which only covers our eyes.
“I’m the luckiest man alive,” he says, giving me a once-over. “I have the hottest date... no offence, Sinclair.”
“None taken. I agree with you. Her legs look bangin’ in that dress.”
I have to agree. The way the material sits at the top, combined with the two slits right up to my hips, does not leave much to the imagination. But the fabric that does fall—while minimal—covers the parts that no one should see. Also, Sinclair gave me some Hollywood tape to stick to my underwear and tits, and that way the dress won’t give anyone an unintended peek at what little I have on underneath.
Kai grabs my hand and tucks it securely into his elbow as the three of us head outside. The limo has pulled right up to the front steps, and the driver is standing there waiting with thedoor open, tipping his hat as we approach. Sinclair gets in first, and I follow behind her, with Kai getting in last. Once we are all seated, the driver gets back inside, and we are on our way.
Kai pops open a bottle of champagne and pours us all a glass.
“To a night we’ll never forget,” Sinclair says, holding up her glass for us all to toast.
I wonder if we should learn not to jinx ourselves.
