Page 111 of Deceit

“Oh, we’re sure,” Asher draws sarcastically.

“It’s true! You know how much ass I get!” Liam says as he points at him.

“Unfortunately so, I’ve walked in on you in far too many compromising positions for my liking.”

Liam shrugs casually, like he couldn’t give a shit before Ronan stretches out on the couch, wordlessly claiming it.

“You should get some sleep,” Asher says. “I’ll wake you up in two hours.”

“It’s like one in the afternoon?” I laugh.

Asher stands up from the chair, closing the curtains until it is practically pitch black in here.

“Rest,” he says.

Vincent moves to my dresser, handing me a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. I begin to pull down my skirt since everyone in this room has already seen me at least mostly naked, before I pause. My eyes land on Asher who is watching me with an expression that I can only label as animalistic. I can’t tell if it’s hunger or something more dangerous. He looks ready to pounce on me, but I’m not sure it’s in a good way. Not that there would be a good way for Asher to do anything to me.

Swallowing roughly, I decide to just get changed. It’s not that big of a deal. Slipping off my skirt and peeling down my leggings, I glance to see his eyes chasing each inch of newly exposed skin before settling on my panties. I slip my shorts on, removing the sight in the next moment, before grabbing the hem of my shirt.

When I pull the material up and over my head, Vincent comes to me. Positioning himself against me, and in a not so subtle move, that blocks Asher’s view before he reaches for the clasp of my bra. My breasts spill free as he undoes it, and I half expect Vincent to touch them. Instead, he keeps his eyes on mine, body blocking me as he pulls my tank top on for me.

Vincent presses a kiss to my forehead, before guiding me towards the bed where Liam is waiting with open arms.

“C’mon, babygirl. Let’s snuggle,” he says, with a waggle of his eyebrows.

I smirk and shake my head as I crawl into his arms, laying on my side when I feel Vincent wrap himself around my back. His fingers gently examine the bandage covering my cut, before he presses featherlight kisses around the area.

“Sleep, Siren. We got you.”

After the third time being woken up, I decided I wanted to be up for a while. It’s better than the feeling of just starting to fall into a good dream, only to be interrupted by Asher’s annoying as hell alarm. Unfortunately it’s now ten at night and I’ve already gotten six, albeit interrupted, hours of sleep.

My stomach grumbles, and I look over to see Asher is the only person that is still awake.

“You hungry?” Asher asks.

“How’d you know? You a mind reader or something?” I ask.

“I can hear your stomach from over here, Princess. What do you want?”

“What’s open at this time of night?” I counter.

“Well the dining hall should have late night snacks and things like that made. If you want something a little more substantial, I’ll call in the chef to make you whatever you want,” he says as he begins thumbing through his phone.

“Are you crazy? No. We aren’t going to wake someone up to come into work and be at my beck and call,” I laugh quietly.

“Why not?”

I stare at him for a moment before shaking my head.

“Because that’s not respectful, nor kind to do. They are trying to sleep, let them. I think I have some extra protein shakes if you could hand me one,” I say as I point towards my fridge.

Asher frowns and shakes his head.

“You’ve hardly eaten today and what you did eat, you puked out. You need real food.”

I feel a hand touch my hips, a sleepy voice murmuring in my ear.

“Just let him get you food, Siren,” Vincent says softly.

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