Page 38 of What the Heart Wants (Desires of the Heart 1)

I squint at the bright room and see Braxton and Dylan looking at me with amusement. When I look at the other couch in their home, I spot Easton passed out with his mouth open, snoring loudly with a bag of chips on his chest and his hand still in the bag.

“Fuck, remind me never to drink with your man ever again,” I say as I slowly sit up and grab my head.

Braxton chuckles and hands me a sports drink and a couple pills.

I mumble “thanks” as I greedily drink it down.

“Yeah, I don’t think that was the best idea to challenge him to a shot contest,” Dylan says with a wince, and he sits on Easton’s legs waking him up.

“Morning, baby,” Dylan says loudly, causing me to grab my head again.

“Do you have to talk so loud?” Easton says with a groan.

“Feeling it this morning, are ya?” Dylan says increasing the volume of his voice even more if that’s even possible.

“What time is it?” I grab my phone out of my pocket, but it’s dead.

“Past three in the afternoon,” Braxton says sitting next to me.

“What? How come you let us sleep so late?” I ask in shock.

He shrugs. “Well, to be fair, you guys did stay up until six in the morning.”

“Fuck, the guys are probably freaking out,” I mumble as I rub my hand over my face.

“Probably, but they haven’t called us, or we would have told them to get you,” Dylan says with his own shrug.

“Do you have a charger I can use?” I ask holding out my phone.

Braxton grabs it and plugs it in the kitchen.

“Where’s Helen? I can’t imagine she enjoyed seeing me on the couch,” I say with a laugh.

“She’s gone,” Braxton says flatly.

“What do you mean?” I ask, concerned about his tone.

“Well, we caught her cheating; sent her sorry ass packing,” Dylan says in a hard voice.

“What the fuck?” I growl out, upset on my friend’s behalf.

“Yeah, she didn’t see a problem with it because we already share her with each other,” Easton says.

“That’s messed up. You guys told her how it was going to be when you started seeing her,” I say.

“Yeah, well, she didn’t think it was enough,” Braxton says at the same time that my cell phone goes off.

I get up and walk to the kitchen where it’s plugged in and see several missed calls and messages from my men and Kyla.

It rings with Levi’s number before I can answer any texts.

“Levi?” I answer.

“Where the fuck are you? And why didn’t you come home last night?” he says with a growl.

“I’m at Easton, Dylan’s, and Braxton’s place. I just woke up,” I tell him.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

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