Helanie:
"Who the hell let you into my room?" he yelled the moment he started unlocking the bathroom door. He didn’t even know who it was and was already this angry. Imagine if he saw me, he’d lose his mind.
I allowed the panic to settle for a moment before springing into action and rushing out of the room. Instead of heading downstairs, I kept running and frantically rattling the doorknobs of every room I passed.
All seemed locked until I reached one door with a golden pattern on it. My breath caught in my throat as I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
At this point, my brain had latched onto the idea that as long as I kept running and hid well, I would be fine. Any open door felt like an invitation to safety.
That night, the train door had been just a few steps away, and if I’d somehow managed to get through those doors, I wouldn’t have suffered as much.
So now, I took the chance and darted into the room as fast as I could.
Unfortunately for me, Kaye had already left his room, searching for whoever had broken some decor in his bedroom.
That much rage over a decoration? And Aunt Emma said he was the calmest one. Or should I say, I was tricked into believing that. Aunt Emma really screwed me over.
But now I was facing an entirely different disaster. The room I had barged into without any warning had a naked man lying on the bed with an equally naked woman on top of him.
"Oh, f**k!" the girl yelled in pleasure, grinding and riding him.
"Ahhh!" I shrieked, covering my eyes and spinning around to leave the room. One step out the door, and I bumped right into Kaye’s broad chest.
I quickly stepped back and slammed the door shut before our eyes could meet. I thought if I locked it, maybe he’d leave.
"What the hell are you doing in my room?" Maximus shouted from behind me. I couldn’t even gather the courage to turn around and face him.
I had ruined his time with the she-wolf, who was probably his mate, and now he was grumbling and muttering curses under his breath.
"Who is she?" the girl complained.
I stood frozen, facing the door, hearing the loud banging on it. I was stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea at this point.
"Open the damn door, Maximus!" Kaye shouted, calling out to his brother. Maximus climbed out of bed, coming into view as he quickly adjusted his blue jeans while glaring at the door.
"What did you do?" he asked, turning his gaze to me.
"I went to his room to give him breakfast, but it was so dark I couldn’t see properly and probably knocked something over—" I rambled, but he caught something in my words that made him shake his head as if to confirm he was hearing me right.
"You went into his room?" His blue eyes narrowed at me, emphasizing that part of my explanation.
"Yes," I stammered, stopping short when he sighed in disbelief. He was still shirtless, displaying his abs and the muscle cuts properly. His cologne was so mesmerizing that I felt ashamed of breathing next to him.
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