en. Everyone needs to know what that bitch did to you,” he replied sharply.
Her face suddenly became twisted and angry as the color of crimson rushed up her neck and on onto her face. “Do not make me regret telling you, Kai. I told you in confidence, when I’m ready to blow up this hornet’s nest of shit, I will. Until then you keep your lips zipped and we stick with our original plan of going home after the wedding,” she warned him as she clenched her hands into fists at her sides.
Shit! I’ve made her angry. “I’m sorry Myla, I didn’t mean to upset you. I want to help you,” he implored following her from the en-suite.
She stopped at the bedroom door and turned to look at him, “You want to help me? Then please, I’m begging you, keep what I’ve told you to yourself until I’m ready to say something myself, and whatever you do act normal around my mother I don’t want her knowing I’ve told you anything.” Yanking open the door, she headed out and slammed it behind her.
“Too fucking late for that, Juliet.” He mumbled as he staggered unsteadily backwards and sunk back down onto the bed.
CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT
Kai had sat up and waited for Myla to come back to bed until he could no longer keep his eyes open. In the last forty-eight hours, he’d probably slept around five and he was starting to wane. As he walked naked from the shower into to the bedroom with the towel slung over his shoulder, he smiled when his eyes fell on Myla’s sleeping body. She was still dressed in her horrific Hello Kitty pajamas, her hair was falling from its top knot with strands stuck to her cheek, her mouth was wide open and she loudly snored like a pig. He was sure he could see the faint trail of dried drool from her open mouth.
“And how attractive you look, sweetheart,” he mumbled. With a smirk, he reached for his cell phone and snapped a picture. Slinging his cell back down onto the table he’d hauled in into the bedroom for their meal last night, he crouched beside her and wiped her hair from her face. “Juliet,” he whispered trying to rouse her from her slumber.
“Uhm,” she grunted.
“It’s time to get up baby, it’s Grace’s wedding day.”
“Uhm,” she grunted again.
Placing his finger under her jaw, he firmly pushed it shut. “It’s time to get up,” he repeated a little louder. He laughed when she slapped her mouth open and shut several times, but still her eyes remained firmly glued together. She groaned and rolled onto her side then stilled again before her snoring resumed.
“You have five minutes to get up, Juliet otherwise, I’m getting your ass up Kai style,” he said loudly into her ear causing her to silently swat at his face with her hand. Drying himself off with the towel he jumped into some clean boxer shorts and headed into the en-suite to brush his teeth. “Myla,” he shouted “get up.” He knew she had heard him when he saw her body flinch, but there she defiantly remained, still in bed, and still in those horrific pajamas.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Myla! Emptying the contents of the jug in the window sill, he ran the cold water until it was ice cold and filled it up before creeping back towards her. “Oh, Myla are you getting up?”
Deciding he had given her enough chances to remove her ass from the bed he moved to stand at the side and as she carried on snoring he held the jug of water aloft and tipped it straight over her head. She sat bolt right up in bed, screaming, and gasping as the cold water seeped through her clothing, leaving a puddle in the warm spot she had just vacated.
“You, … absolute … bastard!” She seethed and frantically grappled her top over her head. She unsteadily crawled around on the bed unable to work out how to get off it through the shock.
Laughing loudly, Kai grabbed her by the waist and hauled her towards the shower. “I told you you’d get it Kai style if you didn’t get up.”
“And you’re going to get it Myla fucking style if you don’t put me down, Baxter!”
Placing her to her feet, he opened the shower door and switched it on, still laughing. She gripped the sides of her head as the room began to swim, “My head is throbbing,” she mumbled.
“What time did you come back to bed?”
“I don’t know, all I know is Grace and I worked our way through the witch’s wine stash. She’s going to be incensed when she sees the evidence this morning.” Kai watched amused as she stooped towards the toilet and gripped the sides as she emptied the contents of her stomach. “I’m dying, Kai,” she whimpered through a series of heavy heaves.
“You’re not dying. You want me to get you some water?” He asked. Moving closer to her, he stroked soothingly along her back as she vomited again.
“I’m good, …thanks,” she muttered.
“You need to get it out of your system and get some food inside of you. It’s going to be a long day for everyone today,” he replied quietly. He draped a fluffy towel over her back, hoping to help ease the shivering she was doing.
There was a loud banging on the bedroom door causing Myla to jump out of her skin. “I’ll go babe. Finish here and get yourself in the shower we have to leave in an hour.”
Sauntering to the door, he shook his head at Myla’s sorry state. He flung it open to be met with the stern gaze of Victoria, the last person he had expected to see on the other side. Her eyes grew wide as she looked him up and down, then he realized he was still only dressed in a pair of boxer shorts.
Shit! Noticing her growing uncomfortableness, he arrogantly smiled. “Yes?”
“Would you like to put something else on?” Victoria asked quietly.
Leaning his torso against the door jamb he folded his arms across his chest and smirked, “No, not really. What do you want?”
Dropping her eyes to the floor, he watched her bony hand come to her head and pat down some nonexistent stray hairs. “I want to talk to you about yesterday. I want to know what she told you and what you plan to do,” she whispered.