She played dirty and asked me to trust her, so I can’t just pummel her brother and glue her to my side.
As much as I dislike letting her go, I choose to trust her.
Because, unlike her brother, I believe she’s an adult with her own decisions and choice.
Still, I fetch my phone and type her a text.
Creighton:You only have a day to make him change his mind or we’re doing it my way.
* * *
I’m unable to sleep.
An occurrence that’s never happened in my life.
Ever since I was a child, sleeping has been the one activity I could effortlessly fall into.
Not tonight.
I stare at my phone long enough to drill holes in it. Annika hasn’t replied, and I shouldn’t really be bothering her in case she’s busy talking with her fucker of a brother.
Or she’s asleep.
A few notifications from the group chat appear at the top of the screen, and since I’m bored, I click on them.
Remington:If any of you bitches try to sabotage my orgy, I swear on my lordship’s title that I will be coming after your balls.
Landon:I’ll join.
Remington:Not a fucking chance. You’ll just steal all the attention.
Landon:Don’t be stingy, Rems. Bros before hoes, remember?
Remington:Go find your own orgy. You don’t see me hijacking your fun. Besides, this is special since we’re celebrating my win tonight.
Landon:Bran wins all the time. You don’t see him flaunting his dick for anyone to see. Isn’t that right @Brandon King?
Remington:Or that’s what you think *laughing out loud emoji* *winking emoji* *side eye emoji*
Landon:Details?
Remington:Let’s just say Bran surprised my lordship and it takes a lot to do that.
Brandon:Shut up, Remi.
Remington:Yes, sir. Off to go now. If I somehow die in the throes of pleasure, write ‘He died doing what he loves the most’ on my tombstone and tell my parents and grandparents that I love them. My spawn, too. You better miss me @Creighton King
Eli:Pretty sure he won’t. In fact, he’ll be happy to be rid of your bothersome clinginess.
Remington:Shut up, you unfeeling, antagonistic, crazy psycho.
Landon:It’s true, though. Creigh couldn't care less about you, no matter how much you try. How does it feel to be unimportant?
Creighton:You are important to me, Remi.
There’s a long pause, people typing at the same time. Then all the replies come at once.
Remington:Totally screenshotted that, will frame it and hang it in my room. You can’t take it back, spawn.