Page 143 of Fake Game

It only feels fitting to settle on a distressedDevil NunT-shirt I find tucked away in the back. Although, I thought that it wouldat least hit mid-thigh, but with my boobs, it rests a few inches higher,

I kind of wish I’d stashed some clothes here before I moved out.

Maybe I could go across the hall and see if I can snag something of Stevie’s?

The second I pull Jackson’s door open, Aleks’ door opens at the same time. The stunning brunette blinks her caramel eyes at me—dressed in only a NightBlade32 fan T-shirt, with tousled hair; we look like a mirror of one another.

Speak of the devil.

She smiles like a snake, her cat eyes narrowing as she realizes she’s caught me.

“Well, good morning.” She slings her arm around me and any chance I had of escaping back to Jackson’s room disappears as she pulls me along with her into the kitchen.

Jackson stands at the stove, his bare, tattooed back to us as he fiddles with what smells like eggs. Aleks is also shirtless, pulling a carton of creamer from the fridge. He turns our way as Stevie announces, “Look who I ran into.”

“Oh.” He gives me a knowing grin. “We were wondering who was making enough noise to rival us.”

My cheeks flush even though I will them not to.

“Aleksander, really?” Stevie rolls her eyes before releasing me and padding over to him.

“Hey, we’re all friends here.” He wraps his tattooed arms around her and gives her a quick peck. “I’m just finishing up your coffee. Take a seat, babe.”

Jackson’s heated gaze falls on me, tracing from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head.

“Morning,” his deep voice rumbles as he walks over, spatula still in hand. He places a kiss on my cheekbone before whispering in my ear, “Guess we should’ve used the gag.”

My toes curl, and I bite my bottom lip to keep my smile from being too obvious as I whisper back, “There’s always next time. Maybe you can get me a pretty one?”

His eyes flash, and I all but melt into the floor. My heart is becoming a mess over this man.

“Hop on a stool, I’m almost done cooking.” He gives my ass a quick tap before returning to the stove.

I climb on the seat next to Stevie, trying to ignore the way her eyes are silently watching me with a million loud questions. All the girls are going to seriously dig into me now.

“Your coffees, miladies.” Aleks slides the glass coffee mugs across the island to us before continuing to pour what looks like a gallon of chocolate syrup into his own.

“And I thought my coffee order was weird,” I tease, taking a sip of my strawberry concoction.

“You both have the worst sweet tooth.” Jackson rolls his eyes as he starts piling plates of bacon, eggs, toast, and hash browns onto the marble counter.

“Damn, I love your breakfasts.” Stevie immediately snags some hash browns and douses them in maple syrup.

“Oh, but that’s not all, Stephanie.” He leans down, opening the oven. A sweet berry aroma floats out, mingling with the unmistakable scent of freshly baked gooey banana. “Raspberry banana bread.” He flips the pan over and plops the most delicious looking loaf I’ve ever seen right in front of me.

My fingers itch to cut a piece.

“Give it a second, it’s hot,” Jackson warns, somehow reading my mind as he takes his seat next to me and cuts me a slice.

There’s commotion at the sound of a door flinging open, and a mostly naked British man comes sliding across the floorboards. “Is that brekkie I smell? On a weekday? What’s the special occasion?” Parker skids to a stop just shy of crashing into thecorner of the island. He looks me over with a grin. “Oh, I see. Impressing your bird.”

This is so embarrassing.

Sydney comes strolling out, a pair of blue sweatpants in her hand that she throws at him before opening the fridge and taking out a jug of some green-looking juice. “Full house this morning.” Her gray gaze glints as she pours herself a glass.

“Banana bread’s vegan, Sydney.” Jackson nods at her.

“Ooh, thanks.”

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