Page 58 of Tormented Kings

“No.”

“Good. If anything, I’m kinda bummed you didn’t make him work harder for it.”

“What?” Am I half asleep or something? I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“He needs to work for it, Sadie. He doesn't just get to be a jackass to you, then continue to have you. No, you need to make him work for it, make him show you he wants you. I can’t make you, but think about that next time you’re tempted to give in.”

“Okay?” I rub the back of my head. He does have a point. But fuck, it’s so weird to act so casual about all of this. “But I cheated on you.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did! I slept with someone who isn’t you, Declan, or Grayson. You know, my boyfriends,” my voice cracks as I start to freak out again.

“Sadie, baby, breathe,” his voice softens. “You didn’t cheat. And I know the guys would think the same thing. This thing we have, it’s complicated. And if it was anyone outside the three of us besides Preston, I’d say yes. But he gets a pass.”

“A pass...”

“Yup. Because once he pulls his head out of his ass, he’s going to be a part of your little harem too.”

“This is all so damn weird,” I groan, continuing my way down the path.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think it’s going to stop getting weird anytime soon, if ever,” he chuckles.

“I should tell the others,” I murmur.

“You can if you want, but I don’t think they’re going to care, Sadie. I really don’t think they would.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he answers confidently.

“Okay,” I whisper. I’m still most likely going to mention this to the others just to be sure.

“Goodnight, baby. Be a good girl and get some sleep.”

“Goodnight.”

I hang up the phone and just stare at it for a moment. “This will nevernotbe weird!” I huff, stomping the rest of the way to my cottage. So he doesn’t think I cheated. That's good, right?

Being with Preston, it didn’t feel wrong. If anything, it felt right, beyond right. It was perfect.

Tonight was bizarre. I went there to get away from all the complicated things in my life, only to leave with even more worries on my shoulder.

But the night isn’t over yet; there’s still time to add more bullshit onto my plate because when I open the front door to my cottage and step in, my feet become wet.

“What the fuck?” I quickly flip on the light and gasp in horror when I see that my fucking cottage is flooded! Okay, not exactly flooded, there only seems to be about an inch of water, but still.

“No, no, no, no!” I shout, rushing through the house. Water splashing as I go around, trying to find the source of the leak.

Nothing in the kitchen or bathroom. I don’t see anything dripping from the roof.

“Fuck,” I hiss when I get into the laundry room. The pipe that's connected to the washer is spurting out water. “What do I do?” I rush over and wrap my hand around the pipe to try and stop the water. Only it does nothing, making the water spray in my face. “Damn it!” I mutter, flinching away before letting go.

“Shut the water off, Sadie,” I curse at myself before running into the furnace room and finding the water valve. It takes some effort, but I manage to shut it off.

Sighing, I take a moment, my breathing heavy from the effort.

Making my way back out to the main part of the house, I let out a wail of frustration. All of the floors are drenched. Thankfully, my room is safe because it’s higher off the groundthan the rest of the house since the cottage is built on a bit of a slope. So everything I own should be fine since it’s only about an inch of water, but everything else?

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