Working hard to keep a straight face, I finish by saying, “It was the best apology ever, so all’s forgiven.” I walk to the door, so I can let myself out. “See you guys later.”
My eyes water as I rush to the elevator, and the second I step inside, I have to grab hold of the wall to keep myself from sinking to the floor as I crack up.
That was the best conversation I’ve had in a long time.
Oh, God, the poor man. I’m enjoying this way too much.Mason“Down on your knees?” Lake asks, wagging his fucking eyebrows at me.
It feels like I just watched a trainwreck happen. Her mouth just kept going.
“Ignore her,” I mutter. “She must still be in shock.”
Lake lets out a bark of laughter. “From what? Seeing the size of your –”
I lunge at the fucker and wrapping an arm around his neck in a chokehold, I warn, “Don’t even finish that sentence.”
Lake taps at my arm. “Can’t… laugh… breathe.”
Letting go of him, he goes down and rolls onto his back as he cracks up.
“You… You’re… Fffffffffff.”
I shake my head at him, watching him practically cry at my expense.
“Fffff…” he gasps for air and finally squeezes the words out, “Fuck frenemies.”
Shaking my head, I begin to laugh. How can I not when Lake’s about to piss himself, and then he says that.
Fuck frenemies.
If it weren’t for the awkwardness between us, I’d definitely like to get Kingsley naked again.
The door opens, and Falcon comes into the suite, with Layla right behind him. They both stop and stare at Lake.
“What’s he laughing about?” Falcon asks.
Lake points a shaking finger at me, and thank God the dude is struggling to breathe because he can’t get a fucking word out.
“He saw a funny video on YouTube,” I say, and crouching down next to Lake, I grab his arm and pull him to his feet. Keeping hold of Lake, I drag him toward my room.
“You’re lying,” Falcon replies, a smile curving around his mouth.
I push Lake into my room and say, “I’ll tell you later.” Shutting the door behind us, I turn to Lake. “Fucker.”
Lake manages to calm down enough to say, “We need to talk.” His eyes are still a watery mess, and every couple of seconds laughter bubbles over his lips. “How did it happen?”
“What do you mean, how did it happen?” I grumble and walking over to my bed, I sit down and lean back against the headboard.
Lake comes to sit next to me. “Well, normally when a man and a wo –”
I grab a pillow and smack him hard, then I snap, “It just fucking happened.”
Lake chuckles but then gathers himself. “Okay, let’s be serious now.”
“Yeah, sure, like that will ever fucking happen,” I joke.
“No, for real, let’s be serious. So, you and Kingsley had… ah… the two of you…?”
“Yes, Lake. I fucked Hunt,” I admit.
My door flies open, and Falcon darts in, whispering, “You had sex with Kingsley?” He peeks out into the living room, probably checking to see where Layla is, then he looks back to me. “You are lucky Layla’s using the restroom. Keep it down. We’ll be out of here in five minutes.” He points a finger at me. “We’re so talking about this later.”
He rushes back out, a smile spreading over his face. “You ready?” he asks Layla while he pulls the door shut behind him.
I stare at the shut door, and mumble, “Well, that just happened.”
Lake begins to wheeze next to me. “You’ve written me into your will, right?”
Letting out a heavy breath, I turn my head to Lake. “Yes, Lake. If Falcon kills me tonight, you inherit everything.”
Lake pats me on the shoulder and giving me a fake- ass solemn look, he says, “I’ll miss you, buddy.”
“Fuck off.”I’ve been looking all over campus for Kingsley.
She and I need to have a talk about the fucking bomb she dropped before hightailing her ass out of the suite.
I’m walking back toward her dorm, when I see her coming from the parking area, swinging a huge bag.
She looks so carefree.
She’s been running circles in my mind all day, turning me fucking inside out.
I’ve never really looked at her. She was always just Kingsley.
But when I reach the entrance first, I stare at her.
I take in the sneakers on her feet, the jeans which have a huge-ass hole above her knee, and the sweater that’s easily two sizes too big for her.
She has earbuds in her ears, listening to something that’s making her smile. Her hair hangs loosely down her shoulders, and there’s no makeup on her face.
Yeah, she’s pretty in her own way, but she’s still not my type.
So why did I fuck her?
Kingsley looks up, and when her eyes land on me, the smile on her face turns into a mischievous grin. She stops in front of me, and her eyes meet mine.