Chapter 29 Morning Aftermath
POV Noah:
There’s nothing better than starting my day with a solid weight session, followed by a shower that ends with some masturbation, and sealing the deal with a champion’s breakfast. With the towel wrapped around my waist, I head for the kitchen, but noises from the guest room catch my attention. I frown and press my ear to the door. I hear footsteps, a door closing—probably the bathroom—so I open the door and step into the room, and soon the sound of running water reaches me. I’m surprised by that; it’s rare for my brothers and me to use this shower, unless… we go out at night and fuck some random woman.
Which one of my asshole brothers fucked someone last night? A grin spreads across my face—I’m going to torment whichever one it was with a hundred questions.
I lie down on the bed and put my hands behind my head. I’m hungry, but not hungry enough to get up yet. A sweet scent grabs my attention; I pick up the pillow and take a quick sniff. Wow—she smells amazing. If it weren’t for the rule about not bringing women into our house, I could swear a woman slept in this bed—a very fragrant woman. Which of my brothers got lucky enough to have that scent cling to him?
The lucky bastard’s shower doesn’t take as long as I thought, and soon I hear the door unlock. I straighten up on the bed, a huge smile on my face—until it snaps shut when a certain woman who hasn’t left my head appears in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel and with wet hair. Shit! Her eyes widen as she scans my body, and her not-so-subtle assessment starts making my cock wake up, and it won’t be discreet in a few seconds.
“Wh—what… what…” she stammers, clutching the towel to her chest. I leap out of bed and spin around just as my mate wakes up, ready for action. Which idiot brought a woman into our house, breaking a serious rule, and didn’t even tell me? Not to mention that this woman is Scarlett—the one I haven’t stopped thinking about for a single second, who’s become the muse of my morning masturbations.
“Good morning. I don’t know if you remember me—I'm Noah. The elevator guy.” I raise my hand overhead and give a small wave. “Sorry for barging into the room. I thought one of my brothers was in here.” I glance at her over my shoulder. “Good thing it wasn’t—this view is better than seeing them naked.” I wink and turn my face to the wall.
“I… I’m not… naked,” she replies.
“Yeah, princess, I’m a lucky guy, but not that lucky.” I hear a low laugh, and it’s impossible not to laugh with it. “Again, sorry. I better go.”
I leave the room and run for Liam’s door—he’s going to have to explain exactly what the gorgeous woman is doing in our house. Scarlett must have come with him. And if she came with him, that means… my eyes widen as I realize what that implies.
I’m going to kill Liam—he knows I wanted to fuck her. I won’t be able to look at her as my sister-in-law, especially after all the tributes I paid to her in the bathroom. Liam will have a lot to explain; I didn’t even know he was seeing her. I burst into his room and don’t find the bastard in bed. I stomp to the bathroom, and as I enter I’m greeted by the less-than-graceful image of him holding and jerking his cock.
“Seriously, Liam?” I call, and he spins around, startled.
“Fuck, what a scare—don’t you know how to knock, you asshole?” he snaps, cock still in hand.
“So tell me—what’s the deal with Scarlett being in the guest room?” I ask, and his expression changes when I mention the name of the towel-clad goddess next door.
“How did you—”
“I walked in and saw her,” I answer bluntly. “Is she with you?”
“So that’s it—are you going to marry her?” His eyes go wide.
“Of course not. Where the hell do you get that nonsense?” He switches off the shower and grabs a towel from the rack.
I think for a few seconds, and I know he’s lying. We were clear about the rule: we only bring into our house the women who might one day be our wives. How did Liam get involved with Scarlett without telling us—and be so sure she might be his wife? Has Damian already found out about our brother’s little adventure? Of course not—otherwise I would have woken up to his shouting, not to the sight of Liam jack-hammering in the bathroom.
“She’s inside our house. What do you expect me to think?” I ask, arms crossed.
“I didn’t bring her,” he says.
I frown. I don’t understand what he means. If he didn’t bring her… no fucking way—
“You’re not telling me—”
“Yes. Damian did,” he interrupts.
I’m shocked. Disbelieving. I must be hallucinating.
No fucking way.
“You’re telling me our dear brother—who screamed to the heavens that he wanted to kill the woman who painted his kid’s body—brought her into our house?” I ask, incredulous.
“Yep.” Liam laughs, stepping out of the bathroom, and I follow him, still not believing it.
Damian—the ever-proper one—brought into our house the woman he calls petulant, the woman he sometimes called a devil? Did my brother hit his head and forget to tell us? And if he brought her, that means he… I CAN’T BELIEVE IT.
“Is he with her?” I ask, and Liam laughs even harder.
“I’d say our brother’s fucked,” he says, shaking his head.
“The world’s a funny place, isn’t it?” I stop smiling when Liam’s expression changes. “What do I need to know?”
The humor dies as Liam begins to tell me everything Scarlett went through at the diner. Never in my life have I been angry at anyone; I’m a pretty easygoing guy who likes to make people around me smile. But not this time. I’m furious at the man I don’t even know, angry at everything Liam tells me he shouted for everyone to hear. I’m angry that I didn’t go after Scarlett and hire her like I wanted. I have so much rage, and what I have left to do is keep my head and be ready to help her if she needs me.