“Just what we fucking need,” he muttered. “An evening of entertaining a fucking Russian mogul.”
“Don’t forget that’s our potential father-in-law,” Xav said.
The glare Quinn sent his way could’ve killed a man.
“What kind of relationship do you think we have with Ash? We’re not marrying the girl for fuck’s sake. That would make her a serial bigamist.”
“I was joking. Jesus, you really are a boar with a sore head today.”
Quinn ripped a tumbler from the glasses cupboard and slammed it down on the counter before pouring a measure of vodka in it.
“Can you fucking blame me? I love that girl, but she should’ve fucking told me she was bringing him home with her.” He turned to me. “What are you making?”
I shrugged. I had been planning on something simple like pesto pasta tonight, but you didn’t make that for your girlfriend’s father.
“What do you make a man like Viktor for dinner?”
“Well, I don’t fucking know.”
“Some help you’re being today.”
Quinn glared at me this time.
“Why is it always me who has to make the plans in this fucking household?”
“Chill, man,” Xav interjected. “Why don’t you make that steak stir fry thing we all like? That’s quick and easy, isn’t it?”
“There you go,” Quinn said, waving a hand at Xav. “Do that.”
I raised an eyebrow. That didn’t seem like a dish I should make for him, but I didn’t have any better ideas. Plus, I had all of those ingredients in so Xav was right. It would be easy and perhaps that’s what we needed.
“Fine, you can go set the table,” I replied, pointing at Xav.
Quinn nodded and stalked from the room.
“Do you think he’s so pissy as he’s not got laid in a couple of days?” Xav asked when Quinn was out of sight with a smirk on his face.
I shook my head and walked over to the fridge to get out the steak so I could marinate it.
“Even if he is, don’t say that to him. He’s probably going to take out all of his frustration on Ash later.”
Xav shrugged and walked over to the cupboard with all the plates in it.
“It’s not his turn.”
“What?”
“With Ash.”
I looked over at him with a frown.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, she told me she wanted to spend an equal amount of time with us so no one feels left out when she stayed with me. So tonight isn’t Quinn’s night… it’s Rory’s.”
Last night Ash had been with me and she hadn’t mentioned anything about it. Though honestly, I’d been too busy stripping her off, pressing her down on my bed and getting inside her for there to be much conversation between us. To say having her body pressed against mine whilst I thrust inside her over and over was the sweetest way to spend an evening would be an understatement. I’d had her this morning as well, being completely unable to resist the temptation when she was very naked between my sheets. Ash certainly hadn’t been complaining when I’d fucked her from behind with my fingers on her clit. Nor when I’d had her against the shower wall with her legs locked around my back after we’d finally got out of bed.
I didn’t mind her having a schedule with us. It would only be fair. Though some nights I’d like to spend with both Ash and Xav. The time we’d all been together had been hot as hell. Too bad it’d been interrupted by the shit with Julian. Something we had yet to deal with properly although he was getting out of the hospital in a couple of days.
“Does Rory know that?”
“Probably not. We’ve yet to have an official conversation about how this shit between us even works what with everything else going on.”
“That’s true, probably need to do it soon.”
It’s not as though the four of us didn’t respect each other’s claim to Ash, but things could get complicated really fast if we didn’t at least talk about everything.
“So… if Ash is with Rory tonight…”
I was digging more stuff out of the fridge so didn’t turn back to look at him.
“That’s if he even agrees.”
“…do you want to stay with me?”
The hesitancy in his voice wasn’t at all like Xav. I dropped the stuff I’d got out of the fridge on the counter and turned to him.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
He tipped his head towards me, his blue eyes full of caution.
“Don’t know.”
“What’s wrong, Xavi?”
He looked away, pulling out the cutlery drawer and fiddling with it for a moment.
“Nothing.”
“Hmm, yeah, really nothing when you’re acting all weird and nervy.”
He dumped the cutlery onto the plates he’d got out and picked them up. I thought he might not say anything before he went into the dining room.
“I’ll talk to you about it later.”
And that was all I got before he disappeared. I had no fucking clue what was making him nervous or why he was acting this way. Now wasn’t really the time to deal with it. I had dinner to prepare. Leaving Quinn and Rory alone with Viktor didn’t entirely sit well with me either. Rory might not do anything, but with Quinn being so on edge, it would be best if I was there to keep the peace in case anything went wrong. This evening had the potential to go downhill very fast if he lost his shit.
Time to get on with it before Quinn ends up killing someone.
Chapter 13
Ash made small talk with Viktor after I handed him a drink and sat down next to her. She slipped her hand into mine which had my stomach in knots. I was pissed off with her turning up with him. Even more so that he’d seen me getting hugged by Xav
