Page 77 of Don't Break My Heart
“Shame,” Romeo says, and Reef nods, agreeing with him.
“I can hardly look after myself, much less a small human. You three should think about that.” I point a finger in their direction just to warn them off any fucked-up ideas that might be running through their heads. I huff out a sigh. I wasn’t ready to talk to them all about this yet, but I would be a massive hypocrite if I told them to be honest with me and then kept stuff from them. “I’m seeing one of Harley’s therapists, down at the clinic.” I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at them when I say the next part. “I want to get off the pills and get some control back.”
“Just tell us what you need, doll face,” Romeo says, sounding more serious. I glance up at him and he’s smiling at me softly.
I look back at Reef, wondering what he makes of it. “We’re here to help, wildcat.”
My heart swells. “Thank you, but this is something I need to do on my own, with my therapist. She has a holistic natural approach to healing that I love, and I know it’s going to take time, but eventually,hopefully I can come off the meds and just focus on taking care of my body with diet, exercise, and therapy.” Even though there is a small part of me that is afraid of their judgment, scared they will see me as weak, like I have myself for a long time, it feels like a weight off my shoulders telling them because this is who I am. I’m good at putting on a show for the rest of the world, but the truth is, I’m a mess.
Onyx pulls me onto his lap and kisses me. It’s not what I expected him to do at all. I was expecting some lecture, like I told you so or some shit like that. “I’m proud of you, trouble,” he says instead.
“Thank you. The alcohol thing will be the hardest because I’m around it all the time, but with a little willpower, I’m sure I can at least cut back.”
Romeo collects the wine glasses and marches the bottle of wine back into the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” I ask him as he comes back into view.
“Supporting you.” He smirks. “Whatever our girl needs, we’re here for you. If you’re not drinking tonight, neither are we.”
Reef takes my hand in his. “We can’t help you with the other stuff, but we can all afford to drink a little less.”
I get teary and have to blink the tears away. I’m not sure what I expected when I told them, but it wasn’t this. “I’m sorry, I’m just so emotional at the moment.” I sniff. “You don’t think I’m weak for having to do therapy?”
“Trouble, you have been through a lot of shit. Whatever helps you get through and on with your life is a good thing. You’re not weak for admitting you need help, you’re strong.”
I can’t help but smile back at them, feeling like another part of my life is falling into place. I know it’s not going to be easy, but with their support, it will make it easier to ride out the hard days. “Thank you, Iappreciate your support. Come on, let’s eat before this amazing meal gets cold.”
Romeo’s cooking is delicious. It stuns me every time that he has it in him. But not only did he make dinner, he had time to whip up dessert, tiramisu. The four of us eat as we talk about our days, making this whole thing seem so natural and normal. I imagine this is what it’s like growing up in a normal family, something I never experienced as a kid.
I leave the three of them at the table arguing about one of the games Romeo has planned for the opening day of our new VIP section and come into the kitchen to do the dishes instead. It’s not that I don’t care about the opening day. I do. But for once in my life, I want to take a step back and let him take charge so I can focus on me. And I trust him to do the best thing for our business; he did while I was away, and I know he will now as well. He cares about the place as much as I do, and honestly, it’s kind of funny that he’s so into the love-game thing that he needs every little detail correct so his contestants can find their true love match. I didn’t see him as such a hopeless romantic, but he is.
A hand brushes my back as lips come to my neck. I don’t have to look to see which one of them it is, but by the way he touches me alone, I know it’s Reef. “Came to see if you needed a hand, but it looks like you have it all under control.”
“Romeo must be a clean-as-you-go kind of guy. It was already pretty good. But don’t lie, you didn’t want to do dishes, you just got sick of listening to them bicker like I did.”
He laughs. “And I was missing you.”
I empty the sink, wash my hands, then turn back toward him, leaning into the counter. “You know what I think about when I’m in this kitchen?” I ask with a sassy-as-fuck smirk on my face.
He raises a cheeky brow, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “When I ate out your pussy, while you came in my mouth?”
I blush at the way he said it. “I might have cum all over your cock that night as well.”
His hand runs up my side, and he tugs me closer to him. “Oh, you most definitely did. Then you told us with no uncertain words that no one owned you and left us both with raging boners that only made me fall even harder for you.”
I laugh, unable to help it, remembering how mean I was to them that night. But they deserved it, especially Romeo. “That should have been your warning to stay away from me.”
He throws his head back, chuckling so loudly I’m sure the other two will come running, wondering what’s going on. Then he wraps his fingers around my waist and picks me up.
My legs curl instinctively around his body, needing to be close to him.
He leans me into the counter just a little as his mouth brushes over mine. “Do you still deny being ours?” he asks a little more seriously.
My lips quirk at the sides as my eyes lock with his. That same feeling I always get when I’m with him comes over me, like I have known him my whole life. “You know I’m yours, Reef.”
He crashes his lips back with mine, kissing me more roughly this time with the satisfaction of a man who’s got everything he ever wanted. And I feel it as well. I have missed him so much this past week, it was like I was missing an essential part of my soul.
“Maybe just don’t tell Romeo, I don’t want it to go to his head.” I laugh.
