Page 87 of Promise to Break

"The same father who worships the ground you walk on?" Ronen moves around the kitchen, dodging in and out of the freezer and pantry to retrieve the ingredients he needs. Today, it's all about foods that are good for the brain.

Meanwhile, my friend keeps yapping. I swear she learned the art of evoking attention from Hero. The dog became a reason Raven visits Killian at his place more often while totally ignoring her future hubby. Good for her.

"I made your favorite," I say, trying to distract her from her impending panic attack. I made them yesterday as a trial for the actual exam, knowing I wouldn't have the chance to use them on the exam itself.

"Are they truffles?"

"Dark chocolate ones with no nuts," I announce as I make a show of handing her the fancy box as if I'm one of those butlers in old British films, just for her to snatch the box out of my hands and hug it to her chest like I knew she would.

"Just like my soul. Black to the core." Ronen starts to fan his face to the dramatic grunts and moans Raven makes. "Girl, if I was into the better gender, I would have fucked you already. If those are the sounds you make while eating chocolate, how do you sound when eating dick?"

"I wouldn't know, Sweet Ronen. Even my mouth is a freaking virgin. I suck," she says with a sigh, "pun not intended."

Ronen lets the thankfully empty and clean pan fall to the ground. Those two, I swear. "Mon dio. You are an alien, my darling."

"No, she's not," I protest.

Raven holds up a hand, stopping me from saying more. "You're not allowed to have an opinion. I heard what Killian whispered to you a couple of days ago, and I want that. My poor pussy wants it."

"You want your cousin?" Ronen teases. "He's hot, I guess. If you like that 'don't fuck with me' look. But I'd rather have the quiet one, the one that looks like he knows everything."

"Kai?" Raven asks with a snort of laughter. "Don't get your hopes up. He's already engaged to be married."

"To whom?"

Raven shrugs. "She isn't from here."

Ronen shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath. "I'll never get you rich kids. You need to find a dick with a face and body like yours. You must be covered in cum wherever you go." The image makes me cringe and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"He needs to meet Juli," I decide. Raven nods as she wipes tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Your rogue friend? I'm down. Any friend of yours is welcome to my lair."

"Are you a daddy by any chance?" Raven asks, as blunt as ever.

"Darling, I am a boy toy. There's nothing dommy about me. I'm what they like to call a brat."

"Why am I not surprised?"

Ronen starts to tickle me as I try to save myself with a tray of eggs, just as Killian walks in. "About what?"

I hide behind Killian, which gets Ronen to stop his advances.

"About him being a brat," Raven sings.

"Hmm," is all Killian says. Oh, yes, he heard our entire conversation. And knowing how protective he is of her, he didn't like it at all.

"Are you ready for your exams for today?" I ask. A nod is all I get in response to my poor attempt to change the subject.

"He heard me, didn't he?" Raven mutters as I give her a small nod. She slides off the stool and rushes out of the kitchen.

"I'm going to—"

"Nothing," I say, cutting Killian off. "You are going to do nothing but kiss me." I attack his lips and attempt to wrap my legs around his waist, almost causing us both to fall on the floor. Why does it always seem so easy and sweet in the movies? I climb him like a monkey, waiting for help from him. Nothing. Yes, he's the same asshole as always.

"Need help?" he mocks as I hug his neck. Finally, he grasps my ass and pulls me tight against him, making me grind on his dick.

"Oh, no," Ronen exclaims. "You can't fuck in here. Look, I'm very grateful and all, but the food can't be covered with your dead babies, okay?"

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