After my body stops jerking, I turn over and dispose of the condom in the trash can next to the bed. Then we lay cuddled up together, legs entwined.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers against my chest.
“Oh, come on, like you never saw that happening. You even admitted to having a crush on me when we were younger.” I chuckle.
“Fine, you’re right.”
“Can you say that again?” I tease.
“Ugh.” Morgan pushes on my chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
I lean in and kiss her softly. “You have no idea.” I kiss her again as my bedroom door flies open.
“He… Holy shit! Fuck! I just saw your fucking ass!” Sage screeches.
Morgan dives under the covers while I pull them up to fully cover the goods.
“Hey, Sage, ever heard of a thing called knocking?”
“Please, for the love of all things holy, tell me you used a condom,” she demands while covering her eyes with her hand.
“Please, for the love of all things holy stop asking about my sex life,” I growl. “Now tell me why you’re here.”
“I’m sorry. My mind just went fucking blank when I saw your ass, which is noticeably whiter than the rest of you. You may want to tan,” she rambles.
“Sage,” I growl.
“Right, I have to go into the city to pick V up. She went to go talk to Sterling, and when she called she was crying so hard she was gasping. I need someone to go with me to drive her car back, and Reed isn’t home.”
“What about Tinsley?”
“She’s on her way home, and I don’t have time to wait for her. Plus, she has one more final tomorrow before we head out.”
Morgan peeks from under the covers, looking between us. “Hey, go with her. I’ll stay here and wait for Tinsley so the house isn’t empty when she gets home.”
“Yes, let’s do that.” Sage nods, relief filling her features.
I sigh and run my hand over the top of Morgan’s head. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Victoria needs you. Now go,” she urges.
“Can you step out so I can put some pants on?”
“I’ll meet you in your Senna.” Sage runs out of the room.
I slide out of bed and start putting on my clothes. “Are you sure you're okay with this?” I ask her again.
“I’m sure.” Morgan sits up and brushes the hair out of her face.
“Wait for me?” I lean on the bed and kiss her.
“Okay.” She kisses me once more. “Drive safe.”
“I will. See you when I get home.” I hurry up and make my way out of the house and into the garage. My Senna is already running with the garage door open.
Impatient as always.
“This better be worth me getting out of bed for,” I tell Sage as I shut my door a little harder than necessary.
“It’s family. When they call, you go, no questions asked, no matter what predicament you're in.” She sighs. “But I’m sorry about your extremely white fucking ass. Not about pulling you out of bed.”
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Chapter 12
Keaton
Sage rushes to the front desk and, moments later, returns to where I’m standing by the elevators with a room key. “Room 216.”
“How did you get the key?”
“Apparently she told them to give me one.” Sage chews on her lip.
“I’m sure everything is okay,” I tell her as we step into the elevator.
She reaches forward and hits the button for the second floor. “I hope you’re right.”
We walk to the room in silence. Sage slides the key into the door and tries to push it open, only to hit something. “What the fuck?” she mutters as she slides through the tight gap. “Oh fuck, Keaton, get in here.”
At the sight of Victoria lying on the floor, I panic. I try to fit in the gap but can’t. “Can you move her just a little? I can’t get in.”
“Yeah.” Sage rolls V onto her side, giving me just enough room to slide through the small opening.
I lean down, pick her up, and carry her to the bed. Once in my arms, she comes to. “Shh, calm down, V. It’s me,” I murmur.
“Keat? What are you doing here?”
I look at Sage, not knowing what to say.
“You called us, silly,” Sage says softly. “Lay her on the bed.”
“How did you know where I was? How did you get in here?”
“You called, babe. Don’t you remember?” Sage asks her with worry in her eyes as she lies down next to us.
“I did?”
I go to lay her down, but her anguished voice stops me.
“Please,” V begs, not wanting me to let go of her.
“Always, V. You know that,” I whisper as I lie down on the bed behind her, holding her tight, her back to my front and Sage and her chest to chest.
“What happened?” Sage asks, softly pushing the hair off V’s face.
“I’m pregnant,” V whispers, crying.
I go taut, mumbling, “Fuck,” under my breath.
“Okay, we can do this. It’s okay,” Sage assures her.
“We got you, V. We got you,” I promise as I hold her tight, her sobs breaking my heart.
“I’ll be right back.” Sage looks at me with murder in her eyes.
“Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me. I need you,” V begs.
“We’ll figure this out,” Sage promises as crawls back into the bed.
The three of us lay there in bed for a while, holding each other as she cries. After a while, she pulls out of my hold.
I sit up and really look at her. My heart breaks at what I see. Her clothes are disheveled while black makeup runs down her face. She looks like her world just ended.
As she moves to get off the bed, I use a gentle voice to ask, “What are you doing?”
“I just want to go home.” Her voice, void of emotion, worries me more than the crying.
“Then we’ll go home.” Sage grabs V’s hand and leads us out of the room.
As we make our way down the hall, I don’t miss the looks cast in our direction. Victoria’s messed up
