“I don’t see why not. After all, you work for me.” I stepped into my room. “On this side of the line, we aren’t just family any more. You’re one of the men, the guards, the workers. Which means you work for me. You die for me if I need you to die for me. So tell me, cuz, what is an employee going to do to his boss?”
“I can almost see the tension in the air.”
At the sound of her voice, I wanted to crawl back into bed and restart my whole fucking morning with the door locked!
“What’s going on?” Helen asked, stepping closer to us. And without meaning to, I looked her over. Wishing I hadn’t noticed how short her plaid skirt was or how tight the black sweater she had on was…I could see just how full her breasts—
Stop!
“Wyatt apparently woke up on the wrong side of his maid this morning,” Declan stated, and I wanted to smack him to the goddamn moon!
“We’re supposed to fight our enemies not our family,” Helen said, looking between us.
“Fighting, whose fighting? Are we fighting?” I asked them. But before I could, Thing 1 and Thing 2 decided to abandon me, walking out as if I was the one who had done something wrong, grumbling as they left. The damn traitors.
“Did the maid upset you or something?” She asked after they left. I could only stare at her. Really, she was bringing up the maid? Fuck the maid! She was my problem. How the hell could she even ask— “Earth to Wyatt? What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Huh?”
She frowned, tilting her head to the ground. “You’re looking at me like you want to strangle me.”
Is that how I looked? Maybe it’s because I want to strangle you, Helen! I imagined it for a quick second, and all I could see was her on my bed, my hands around her throat as I fucked—
“Helen…” My voice drifted off because I honestly had no fucking clue what to say to her.
“By the way, when did you leave last night?” I froze at her question.
“What?”
She sighed. “Seriously, what is up with you? You haven’t been able to form a single sentence.”
You’ve gotta be fucking with me. She didn’t remember? I didn’t fucking believe it. “You asked me to leave, Helen.”
“I did?” She said slowly, her brows bunching together. “Okay, anyway, I just came to say I’m still pissed at you. But to spare myself another lecture from Dona, I’m going to help you with whatever you need. Hurry up and get dressed. Nana is waiting to start breakfast.”
What the fuck was happening?
Did I fall through a wormhole?
Was I losing my bloody mind?
“Helen!” I hollered at her, and she jumped, turning back to me before she made it to my door.
Her brown eyes wide as she stared at me. “What? Why are you yelling at me?”
“You don’t remember what happened last night?”
Again, her eyebrows bunched together. “You came over, shot. I took a bullet out of you. You’re welcome by the way. And then…you said you left? What else happened? And it better be good for you to yell at me like that.”
She didn’t remember. Inside my mind there was an internal war raging, and she didn’t fucking remember throwing me into this chaos?! Bullshit! Fucking bullshit!
“Wyatt? Seriously you’re starting worry me.”
You should be worried!
“Sorry, it’s fine. I’ll see you downstairs,” I muttered, and she gave me one more strange look as if I was the one who didn’t have his sanity together!
“Okay, then.” She nodded before gripping onto the handle of the door. Right before exiting, she turned back and said, “And if you’re going to screw the maids, at least have the decency to not rip their clothes! It’s a long walk from here to the service wing.”