Page 11 of Scandalous

Drake’s eyes drop down to my crotch before looking away. “What did you do to the poor girl?”

“Look for yourself,” I say, nodding to my phone.

Liam unlocks my phone with my code as Drake walks toward him. Turning away from them, I look at myself in the mirror and fix my hair before straightening my dress shirt.

“Really? Here I thought dick pics were against the rules,” Drake deadpans, making Liam laugh.

“Is it a dick pic though, really? He’s covered by the blanket. You can only see the outline,” Liam says.

“Well, more than the outline with the way he has his hand wrapped around it through the blanket. Fuck, Ezra. You should do more thirst traps. You are more than a ten.” Drake tilts his head, looking closely at the photo.

I snatch my phone back from them. Last thing I need is them imagining my dick during one of their role-plays.

“Dick pics are off the table. You can suggest all you want, but that’s it,” I remind both of them. God knows if I don’t clarify, Liam will be up and out of the room sending pictures of himself to all the women in his contacts. Probably some of the men too. “Where is Santi?”

“The gym,” the guys say in unison.

“Are you meeting with Mum for tea?” Drake asks.

I smile behind my hand as I wipe my face. All the guys have taken to my mum, calling her by her British title. She eats it up too.

“It’s Monday.” I nod. “When I get back, we have to finalize the guest list for the first party of the year. Then go over the reports for the clubs.”

“We’re in the black. Does it really matter how much the clubs are making us?” Liam sighs.

“You know it does,” Drake replies.

Walking back over to them, I pat my hand on Drake’s shoulder. “I’ll see you two in a couple of hours.”

“Tell Mum hello.” Liam smirks as he gets off the bed.

“Me too,” Drake adds.

I nod as I make my way out of my room with them on my tail. They go the opposite way down the hall as I make my way to the front door. I consider stopping into the gym to tell Santi goodbye, but when I hear the heavy metal playlist, I know he’s in the zone. Instead, I shoot him a text telling him I’ll be back.

After a quick drive, I arrive at my mum’s favorite teahouse and head inside. The hostess nods at me as I pass by, already knowing where I can find my mum. Whenever I’m in town, on Mondays at noon, we meet here and have tea with some tiny sandwiches.

“Mum,” I say as I approach, getting her attention.

She turns, smiling at me. “Hello, love. I was worried you wouldn’t make it.”

Leaning down, I kiss her cheek. “You know I wouldn’t miss it.”

“Between you and the boys, I worry. I never know what the four of you are up to. For all I know, you could forget all about me,” she teases.

“Never,” I tell her as I take a seat across from her.

“I ordered the Earl Grey, your favorite.”

“Thank you,” I say, reaching for the kettle. Pouring some into my cup. “Tell me, how have you been this week?”

She shoots me a glare. “You would know if you called.”

“If I called, we wouldn’t have anything to talk about,” I tell her, hiding my smile behind my cup.

Mum scoffs. “If you must know, there was some drama on the street this week.”

“Oh?”

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