Page 6 of North (The Moral Compass 2)

“And why does that copper think I’m her brother?” I ask. My fists are clenched, and I could easily smash this fucking island to pieces.

“Because she told him you were her brother.” She smiles at me and attempts a seductive wink. Nausea starts in my stomach. Maybe I need to go join Kara. This girl is sickly sweet. I shake it off and grab three bottles of water from the fridge.

As I put one down in front of her, she jumps up from her stool and wraps her arms around my neck. She is looking at me like she’s going to eat me alive. Then, she tries to fucking kiss me. Repulsion smacks me in the face.

“Fuck, Sherie, aren’t you supposed to be Kara’s friend?” I yell at her.

“Oui, but that isn’t a problem unless there is something—Arghhhh,you two have been doing the bad bedroom stuff, huh?” She blushes and puts her head down. “I am so sorry. Please don’t tell Kara. I will explain, but it needs to come from me. please,” she begs. I nod in return.

“There’s a guest room at the top of the stairs. First door on the right. You can sleep in there,” I spit. Fuck I am so angry right now.

“North, is there anything I can sleep in? I don’t like sleeping in my underwear or naked.”

This woman… Fucking hell. Too much information or what? I pull the T-shirt that I’m wearing off and throw it across the kitchen, grab the two bottles of water, and go in search of Kara.

Kara is holding on to the toilet like her life depends on it. I manage to free her and carry her up to her room. Poor girl has a wonderful toilet seat ring right across her forehead, and I am so tempted to take my phone out and Snapchat the shit out of it, but she is still the most beautiful woman to me.

I take off her dress and, call me a perv, but I just couldn’t help staring at her for a few seconds. Fuck, she is perfect. I shake my head and go grab her one of my T-shirts. I didn’t want to go through her closet.

I remember West telling me about him finding something he shouldn’t have when Sutton first moved in with him, so I steer clear of snooping.

Once she’s dressed and settled in the bed, I just can’t leave her. What if she chokes in the night? She’s already been sick several times by the look of her. I curl up on the bed next to her. I can still smell her shampoo and perfume, and I just wish she didn’t have to be pissed for me to lie beside her.

Dawn breaks, and I leave her room before she notices. I leave her some pain killers to help when she wakes. I wish I could stay here all day, but I can’t. She admitted it last night. She thinks of me as a brother. A bit of my heart dies as I head down to the kitchen. I need to get this shit off my chest before I do something fucking stupid.

North: Hey, Bro, fancy doing something today? Kara came home pissed last night and brought her fancy fucking French friend with her. What a fucking state. I don’t want to be around here with two women who have bad hangovers.

West: Yeah, Sutton wanted to drop some stuff off, anyway. She is laughing at you, by the way. Apparently, those two are a nightmare when they are drunk. Send them to the pool.

North: Understatement of the year, Bro. Just get your arse here and save me.

West: Done.

Still sporting my T-shirt, Sherie walks into the kitchen. I make coffee and some toast.

“I’m sorry about last night, North. I didn’t know you felt that way about Kara,” she whispers as if she doesn’t want to get caught. I’m still pissed off about the police thing, and I need to get my head around all that, but it’s not really Frenchy’s fault.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. No woman can resist the body that belongs to North McGarry.” I laugh, and she laughs and spouts something in French. I have no idea what she said, but it’s funny, and we both just keep laughing as she says more and more in French.

Kara appears in the doorway of the kitchen, her eyes flashing between Sherie and me. Fucking hell, she’s either badly hungover or jealous as fuck. An evil smile crosses my lips. I just can’t help it.

The game is not over after all.

Chapter 6

Kara

“Didyoufuckhim,Sherie?” I try to ask casually, but with a hangover the size of the Eiffel Tower, it came out quite aggressively. She shakes her head.

“No, my dear, beautiful, naïve friend. His heart is with someone else, and that someone else has a chain wrapped around his dick that will not be broken easily. Don’t get me wrong, I tried. Who wouldn’t? But he wasn’t interested.”

Relief fills my body, and my blood pressure nearly returns to normal, but then comes the question.

Who has his heart?

“So, you and Nick?” She laughs.

“Who the fuck is Nick?” I ask.

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