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I shake my head. “It’s a hen do, no guys allowed.”
“Get over it, babygirl, your protests won’t change a thing.”
I sigh because I know he’s right. Will the need to push back over every little thing ever leave me? Will marrying the controlling asshole get him to loosen the leash a little? Probably not on both counts.
“Fine. You can hold my purse while I get a lap dance. I’ll need both hands free for that anyway.”
A low rumbling growl escapes Zie’s chest and even though I’ve heard it before, it still surprises – and thrills – me every single time he does it. Fuck I wish he’d growl in the bedroom, I’d be putty in his hands.
“No lap dances,” he snaps.
I pout at him. “Boo, you spoil all my fun.”
“Babygirl, if you want a strip show, I will oblige,” Kaiden cuts in. “So long as you’re unarmed and don’t mind your girlfriends salivating all over me.”
It’s my turn to growl, albeit jokingly. “So you’re the entertainment tonight, not just the muscle?”
“I’m the whole fucking package, babygirl.”
“Okay, Louis Walsh,” I tease with a laugh. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not sure you should be going out like that,” Zie mutters, scanning me over from head to toe with a blazing gaze. “I’m pretty sure you’re wearing lingerie.”
“It’s a dress.” I look down at the black satin corset mini dress that was in my closet. I mean, I think it looks fine. It’s not that short.
“Looks like underwear to me.”
“Doesn’t matter what you call it, it’s what I’m wearing.”
“And does your husband-to-be mind you going out, flaunting your body like that?” he presses, stepping closer so that his cologne envelopes me, and I lose myself in the feeling ofhomebefore remembering and stepping back from him. I still get a thrill out of hearing Axel described asmyanything, let alone my husband-to-be.Why do I love it so much?
“It’s none of his goddamn business.” He wouldn’t have put it in my wardrobe if he had an issue with it, right? “It’s my hen do, my body, my choice. Let’s fucking go.”
I march over to the front door and wrench it open, my jaw dropping at the limo waiting outside for me.
“We’re not taking one of your cars?”
“We can take my bike if you like,” Kaiden quips.
“Not in this dress,” I reply with a snicker, imagining Zie’s head exploding at the thought of me on the back of a motorcycle in such a short dress.
“We’re going to pick your friends up en route. It would have been nicer to have them waiting for you, but we don’t bring strangers to the house.”
“They’re hardly strangers,” I mutter but it’s met with flat, blank looks. I sigh and let it go. That’s a fight for another day. I’m not becoming a prisoner in this house, not allowed to have friends over on a whim.
The driver holds the door open for me, and I pass my purse to Kaiden as a joke before sliding across the leather seats. A moment later the boys climb in behind me and my mind instantly falls into a gutter full of filthy limo-based fantasies.
“Champagne?” Kaiden offers, pouring a glass and holding it put to me. I hesitate. “It’s zero percent. You know, just in case.”
“Have you done a test yet?” Zie asks.
“Can we not talk about this tonight?” I reply. The guys have been amazing at not pressuring me to talk about my‘I might be pregnant’bombshell, but I can tell they’re desperate to know. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I don’t want to confirm it. I’m not ready for everything to change again.
Instead, I take the glass from Kaiden and sip the chilled liquid gratefully.
It doesn’t take long to get to campus, and I idly wonder if I’m even still enrolled at this point. I’ve missed so much schooling it’s a wonder they haven’t kicked me out. Or maybe they have. I’ve not exactly been checking my emails.
I guess that’s another conversation to have with Axelafter.Do I stay in college? Now that the games are over, will the guys finish their final year or was the degree just for show so they could attend and compete in the games? There’s still so much uncertainty. So much to sort out.
