Page 49 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

It takes a few minutes, and he comes back down. His face is pure anger. He hands me a pair of his board shorts.

“All my boxer shorts are wet. Every single pair. These are the only dry shorts I have that might work.”

This is getting weirder by the second.

Who the hell has been in this house?

“How long did the police say they would be?” I ask him.

“They said they would be right here. I’ll give them another ten minutes, and then I’m ringing again. We need to get out of this house. There is something bad going on, and I don’t want you to be here any longer than necessary.” He growls. “I’m so sorry, Princess. I thought this would be a nice break. Somewhere that we could forget all our troubles and just be us. I never thought for one minute that anything or anyone could get to us here. I should have gone with my first plan of visiting East in New York.”

“It’s not your fault. Someone obviously has a problem with me, North. It’s my clothes they have turned into polyester noodles.”

“That’s true, but it looks like someone has pissed in my drawer. Whoever it is needs psychiatric help and fast.” He shudders. “They will all have to be destroyed. It’s like the fucking Witch’s Kiss.”

“The what? Witch’s Kiss?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t know what the Witch’s Kiss is?” he asks. I shake my head. I don’t have a clue.

“Oh, hell.” He laughs. “Okay, so it’s when a guy uses a public bathroom and needs to sit down.” I nod. I can imagine what he means.

“Well… you’re sitting, doing whatever you need to do, and your dick touches the cold porcelain bowl. It’s the most disgusting feeling in the world. The worst thing is, you can’t just run out of the cubicle and wash your dick in the sink. It makes your skin crawl.” He shudders. I can’t help but laugh. He’s serious, but this is hilarious.

I gather my composure. “Why did you change your mind about New York?”

“South is there. I didn’t think it was a good idea whilst we were trying to get some peace and quiet.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“Hmm, so much for that.” I smile. My big guy has tried so hard to make this perfect, and it’s still turned into a nightmare.

The police arrive shortly after and take our statements. They take photos and all the clothing for evidence and DNA testing. A forensic team arrives to fingerprint the windows and doors. I have no idea who it could be. No one knew we were here.

North has been trying to track my phone but, according to the GPS, it’s in the middle of the ocean.

Whoever was here took my phone, and they were here the whole time North and I were—

I just don’t understand how they got around the house without us noticing.

I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t even know where the hell I do want to be. This was supposed to be a safe haven, a place where no one else knew we were going to except West and the staff.

The car that dropped us off only twelve hours ago pulls up outside to take us back to the airport.

The driver opens the boot and produces two bags of clothes. Thank you, Lord. I really didn’t want to get on a plane in North’s huge clothes.

North is looking at me, and his face is really uncomfortable.

The driver hands over the bags. North snatches them and starts pulling out all the clothes. He finds what he needs and runs off in the direction of the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, we’ve had a bit of a stressful evening. I’m sure North didn’t mean to snatch at those bags,” I say to the driver who is looking at me and then looking as to where North disappeared to.

As I get into the bathroom, I scold North.

“What the hell has got into you? You didn’t need to be so aggressive with the driver.”

“Kara, you know how I told you about the Witch’s Kiss earlier?” He groans, and I nod.

“Well, this is worse. Someone has put something in those shorts I was wearing. My dick is on fucking fire.” The water in the shower is running. He jumps in, and he starts furiously washing his dick.

I don’t want to laugh. I really don’t, but this is a prank I would pull. Especially if I was a disgruntled ex.

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