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Cranky Monday And Game Plan
~WILLIAM~
“Fucking hell,”I groaned and snuggled with the only thing that was giving me a glimpse of comfort. “Fuck domination. Fuck the stupid business meeting. Fuck everything!”
A chilled cloth pressed on my forehead, and I opened my eyes halfway to glare at the smiling Forbidden staring back at me.
“Now, William. I’d gladly fuck you, but first, you’re unwell. Second, it’s a Monday and I know you hate Mondays. Third, AH-!” The last thread of my patience was long gone -and so was my pillow because it slammed Saint in the fucking face.
“Serves the douche right,”Bria growled, the husky tone of his voice revealing he was just as pissed off as I was.
Today was Monday. Everyone under the fucking sun hates Monday -unless it’s a payday, but frankly, that didn’t apply to me because every day was a fucking payday.
I knew the withdrawal symptoms would knock me out at some point, but fucking hell. Either Goddess decided it was time to torture me or my body was so damn dependent on those capsules that it was rebelling at maximum force.
“Is Rebel Flower alright?” Jayce seemed to call out from the doorway.
“I think you should call him Rebel Truck right now because he’s in a grumpy mood,” Saint whined. “He hit me with a pillow.”
“You probably deserved it,” Jayce concluded. “Viktor wants to know if Willow’s gonna be up for the drive today or if we should go to Plan B?”
“His fever is still high,” Saint spoke up, sounding more stern with his analysis. I was trying to go back to sleep, but with my pounding headache and my body feeling like it was on fire, I doubted that was going to happen.
Even in just boxers, I still felt like I was on fucking fire, and yet my body was occasionally shivering like crazy. It really did feel like one minute I was in an oven on high and the next I was thrown in the pits of a freezer.
I couldn’t help but mention my switches between male and female throughout the night, which felt like every damn hour. I thought after breaking the betrayer’s balls with a sledgehammer, watching Saint put his cock and balls back together, and enjoying the three-hour torture session, it’d end in a lovely threesome with Saint and Neo.
Fuck. How I wanted that to transpire.
But no.
That was not what happened at all. The moment we got home and wanted to get frisky, I ended up blacking right out like a dumb fool and there you have it. Sick Willow was trembling up a storm and feeling like 110-degrees of sizzling bacon on the frying pan.
Needless to say, I felt like I’d snugged between multiple guys every hour. Neo had kept me in his hold for the first bit. I remembered that because he’d been telling me random stories to calm me down.
Saint had been next because he’d hummed quietly and that had helped me drift off the majority of the time I was in his arms.
Jayce had come over at some point, and I only knew it was him because he carried a cinder scent. It didn’t give off a cigarette smell, but a burning woodsy aroma like you’d inhale during a beautiful autumn night.
I knew Onyx’s hug more than anyone else’s. His touch alone when I felt like shit always brought me a wave of comfort and security. He’d held me the longest, and he’d been talking to someone before he passed me over to another person.
This scent I wasn’t very sure who it was, but it held a floral musk that kinda reminded me of all the damn seasons. It was a bit weird because it was like I was in the heart of spring surrounded by cherry blossoms in one instant but then smelled like the mix of the ocean waves and seashells -if those even had a scent.
My best guest was Milo because I’d caught onto his voice fading in and out. He’d stroked my hair and spoke in a language that made the intense heat dim entirely or the freezing chill melt away. It was like he was determined to make me comfortable through the unpredictable phases.
When it inched closer to morning, Loki had taken over, and I could smell the hint of cigarettes, a glimpse of whisky, and a pine scent that reminded me of the wilderness.
I wasn’t sure how it felt to be in his arms. It was like I knew I was there, but maybe it was so new to me that my body wasn’t sure if it was relaxed, calm, or giddy happy like when you tell your crush you have feelings for them and they confess their love for you.
I’d been awake when I caught a whiff of that expensive cologne and felt the fine silk of a certain Alpha’s exquisite dress shirt. I knew when he held me, in the beginning, I was Willow, but at some point when I’d drifted off yet again, I’d shifted to William and of course, subconsciously, William clearly loved cuddling Dimitris.
If I’d been coherent enough, I would have thrown him off the bed, but then again, it felt like the calm before the storm. I knew without a doubt that I’d be in trouble because I’d not only tampered with his meds -for his own good, obviously -but he’d missed out on my apparent initiation which was rather wild in my opinion.
There was probably a replay somewhere, but that was beside the point. All I knew was whether I was grumpy or not, Dimitris Moore was gonna punish me for trying to be an “Alpha”.
Why couldn’t my punishment be on a Tuesday?
