Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Don't
I slither out of bed like some sort of snake. Dimitri and Ivan are still asleep, damn they are so hot and so fucking weird. I can't wrap my mind around what happened last night. How will I ever look at them the same way? I pull the drawer of the dresser open and take out my tights and sports bra. I try my best to make as little noise as possible as I get dressed, my phone goes in my tights pocket, earbuds in, I step in my sneakers. Sweatshirt over my head and I am ready to go.
"Where are you off to?" they ask in unisom.
I jump out of damn skin and turn to find them both grinning at me.
"Shit, you scared me. Going for a run!" they both get out of bed and put their pajama pants on. "Alone!!!" I emphasize.
Stepping outside the bedroom, I hop down each step. My everything is sore but I continue to move. Dimitri and Ivan are following me only wearing their pajama pants. They follow me in the kitchen, the rest of their brothers are seated around the table. Their faces in their hands, they are all hung over. Illia Sr is reading a newspaper, not touching his breakfast. Marco is helping Marta serve food, she smiles as soon as she sees me.
"My favorite girl! Come give me a hug!!!" she opens her arms for me.
Her hug is nice and warm. It's one of those healing hugs I rarely get, she doesn't let go until I do. Ivan and Dimitri take a seat by Leo and Jax, Marco places plates of food in front of them. I grab a glass and pour myself some orange juice, then I take vodka out of the freezer and splash some in my juice. Illia Jr laughs watching me down my drink, their father bends the newspaper down and watches me too. My phone pings at me, sliding out of my pocket I read Roman's sweet text and smile like an idiot.
"Make some pastries with me later?" asks Marta.
"Absolutely!!! Before Roman comes to pick me up!" I beam.
"Do you really need to see him after last night?" Ivan gives his half smile with a dimple. Dimitri kicks him under the table. I feel the pink rise to my cheeks, everyone's heads are up and looking between us.
"The nightmare!" Dimitri tires to add and cover up for how obvious Ivan is being.
I shake my head at Ivan. "Rule Three!!!"
He scoffs but I know he is jealous. "Right back at you!" he says.
I raise my eyebrows. "I can't help it!"
Ivan leans back in his chair, shock spreads over his beautiful face because of my admission. I wish I didn't get so worked up but I do, watching him with someone else...it hurts. I turn to walk outside, holding on the handle of the sliding glass door I look at his dark eyes.
"Second Rule!" I say stepping outside.
Ivan falls out of his chair, standing up quickly I notice his breathing is laboured. "Are you serious?" I give him a nod. Everyone looks confused including Dimitri, he does not know the "rules".
"So explain something to me. Why the fuck are you going out with Roman?"
"Ivan, language!" scolds his father but Ivan waves him off.
"He has something to ask me!" I take a step back inside.
Ivan laughs. "Something to ask you." he repeats. "What do you want to bet it's what I asked you and what Sergey asked you before me?"
"Roman has been asking me that since we could speak. King Ferdinand would never approve, that's insane, he wouldn't!" I shake my head.
Illia Sr has folded his newspaper watching Ivan and I. Dimitri's eyes grow, he knows what Roman has been asking me. Suddenly their hangovers are gone, all the guys are shoveling waffles in their mouths like it's popcorn, watching us argue.
"I will never be owned by a man. Never!" I stomp my foot like a stubborn kid.
"God damn it Elle, it's marriage not ownership!" gasps spread through the room. Marta holds her hand over her mouth. "Don't take my name, don't move in with me....fuck, don't be faithful!" he slams his hand on the table.
"You have lost your damn mind." I take another step away from him.
"Yea, I have, I am in love with you!"
"You are in love with the idea of me!" I sigh at him.
"Please tell me how I feel, fucking original." he laughs. "One day you are going to want to marry someone....."
"Don't say something you are going to regret!" Dimitri puts his hand on Ivan's shoulder cutting him off. Ivan sits and doesn't say another word.
"Who just gets married without dating?" I cross my arms over my chest. Three of his older brothers and his dad raise their hands. "How well did that work out for you?" all but Illia Jr put their hands down.
"Happily married for twenty years, three kids!" he smiles. I look at him and see the ring on his finger, he wasn't with a girl last night either. "How many of you guys are married?" I look around the room and too many hands go up, hands that were touching very naked girls last night. Dimitri's eyes meet mine and he shakes his head.
"Make sure your hands are clean before you point fingers!" urges Dimitri.
"Shut up Dimitri!"
He smiles so big both dimples pop. "Oh, you don't want to talk about the married guy in your bed?" he winks at me. Ivan looks up at me, his eyebrows scrunch in the middle of his face.
"A lady would never!" I lean forward. "You feeling brave today, you want to see another one of my talents?" I grin and clear my throat.
"Don't!" he says threatening me.
"Don't!" I repeat sounding just like him and like I dropped a bomb everyone is laughing. "Does Ivan know?"
"Don't!" he pleads, sliding down in his chair.
I clear my throat again. "God your cock is so much bigger than your brother's!" I moan out like Vladimira, I continue. "Cum on my tits, daddy!!!"
"I thought Vladimira was here!!!" laughs their dad, Ivan and the rest of the guys are cracking up.
"Don't play with me, I fucking bite!" I smile. "Vladimira is a fucking liar...you guys are all the same size!"
I wink and take a step outside.
Then-
Turn and run down the stairs and to the shoreline. Music on, I stretch. Taking a deep breath in and out I take off running down the beach.
I run until I am covered in sweat and I can't see the house anymore.