Page 15 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

We walk all around the grounds and, for the first time since we were abducted, I really talk. I open up and tell her everything. How scared I feel when I’m in the house on my own and also about how scared I am for how I feel about North. I’d be kidding myself if I tried to deny that I was in love with him. I fell in love with him the moment he walked over to the table in the coffee shop the day we met. His huge smile, his big, bulky frame, his deep voice that booms, his dark hair, and even darker eyes that actually sparkle when he laughs. And the way he shakes his ass at me when he’s joking around. He’s simply perfect and I’m waiting for it all to collapse in ruins.

“You know he feels the same way as you do,” Sutton says.

“That’s the thing, Sut. He could have anyone. Fuck, those two guys are like bloody fanny magnets. They ooze sex, and women just fall all over them. West is besotted by you. That’s crystal clear. Like,diamondclear.” I point to her ring on her finger. “But, North, well, he’s different from West. He’s more happy-go-lucky. It won’t be long before he wants a woman who’s fun and flirty. Like I used to be. I just can’t seem to turn it on anymore.”

“Oh, Kara. You dozy sod. He doesn’t want that. He wants you. He only knew you one full day before everything went to shit. Your relationship has been built since then. As the person you are now. But I have got an idea on how we can bring the fun Kara back.” She winks, and a creepy smile crosses her face. It actually could be described as evil, but there is nothing evil about Sutton.

“Every time you feel like shit and that you’re not good enough, you need to play a joke. Like you used to on me every damn day. I am up for a bit of ribbing here and there, but nothing dangerous in my condition. However, West and North are fair game.” She laughs.

“That’s not too much of a bad idea. We have to keep this secret, though, and I will leave you out of it if you help me. I might need help with the actual delivery.” I can’t help but smile. This feels more like me. I’ve always been a piss taker. Always been the one to have people splitting their sides laughing. This might just actually work.

Chapter 13

North

“Kara,whythefuckis my piss floating on the top of the toilet bowl?” I yell. For some reason, there is cling film or something wrapped around the top. I’ve got piss all over my feet, and all I can hear is Kara laughing her fucking head off in the bedroom.

“This isn’t fucking funny; my feet are soaked. Ah, fuck.” I grab a towel to soak up the piss on the floor and turn the shower on to clean my feet. She’s laughing harder, and it’s beautiful. If pissing on my own feet makes her happy, I’ll do it every day for the rest of my life. I don’t know why she’s done it, and I don’t care; it’ll give me an excuse topunishher later.

“North, have you got a minute, Bro?” I hear West shout from outside the bedroom.

“Yeah, two secs, I’m just cleaning my feet!” I shout back. Kara is hysterical on the bed as I walk through.

“Think you’re funny, do you, Princess?” I ask with a quirked brow. She just laughs with her hands wrapped around her waist and happy tears falling down her face.

“You’ll pay later, Princess. Mark my words.” I put my stern face on and try to look serious, but there is no chance. This just makes her laugh even more.

I head downstairs to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee from the jug. West joins me a minute later. I tell him what all the fuss was about, and he can’t stop laughing. He thought it was good to hear Kara laughing, too. That was until we both took a swig of our coffee and spat it out over the island.

“What the fucking hell is this?” West shouts.

“Fuck knows, but it tastes and smells like… vinegar,” I say, trying to wipe my tongue on a paper towel.

Just at that moment, Sutton walks in. She doesn’t make eye contact with either of us, she just grabs some milk from the fridge and hurries out the door, trying not to smile. She’s a shit actress. If she was trying to not notice me and West nearly vomiting all over the kitchen, she failed.

“Kara,” is all I say to West. He shrugs his shoulders. “If it makes her happy, Bro, just go with it, but she can keep me out of it,” he says.

As the week went on, we had salted cookies, giant spiders in the shower, and my pens at work were super glued to the desk. My favourite of all was on Friday morning. Kara had unusually prepared breakfast. It was only cereal but still, she was never the one to be up and ready first. I sat at the island as she put the bowl of cereal in front of me. I eyed her carefully; she was up to something. I didn’t want to be stuck on the toilet all day. As the week had gone on, I admit I was getting a little worried for my safety. She looked perfectly normal. No smirk, no trying not to laugh, nothing but a blank face. Very suspicious.

It was only when I touched the spoon that I understood. I noticed it was freezing cold. I tried to pick it up, and the whole bloody bowl came with it. She’d frozen it in the freezer. The whole bowl of cereal and milk were frozen solid with the spoon inside. She cried laughing. Although I should have been mad or even at least a little pissed off, I just couldn’t be. She was happy, but enough was enough. It was time to get my own back.

We drive into work together, and my mind is plotting. I keep thinking of all the things I can do, but I need to be careful. Nothing Kara has done has been dangerous or risky. They have been pure practical jokes. I need to keep it safe.

And so, I begin.

I know Kara has a meeting with West at 2:00 p.m., so I make sure I’m in the office when she arrives. I’ve strategically placed a twenty on the floor, as planned. She walks through the door and bends to pick it up. I rip the handkerchief I have in my hands. She turns quickly to check if she’s ripped her skirt. All the time, West is filming from his phone.

“You fucking bastards,” she angrily whispers. West just chuckles, and I walk out the door with a wink and a, “see you later, Princess.”

This foolishness goes on for the next two weeks. She pranks me, and I prank her. I’ve actually gotten a little worried at times and made sure I only used her shampoo and shower cream—you know, just in case—but all good things must come to an end, and I don’t want to live in fear forever.

We are watching TV in the lounge when I ask, “Do you fancy going away this weekend? I want to go away somewhere, just you and me. There is a lovely hotel up in the Lakes. I think it will be good for both of us.” I really want to get away from here and relax. Just me and my princess.

“That would be amazing. Just the two of us?” she asks, jumping up excitedly.

“Yep, just you, me, and the lube,” I joke. She doesn’t say no. She just laughs.

“There is one condition though,” I say straight-faced because I actually mean it.

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