“Are you fucking all of them?” she whispered.
“I am,” I whispered back, giving her a wink. I laughed. “You don’t have to whisper. They all know I’m fucking all of them. Well, I’m not sure if Elliot told them we finally slept together while they were in London, but they’ll know soon if they don’t know already.”
“And they’re okay with that? How did this happen, Scarlet? Last I saw, they were literally kidnapping you. Now you’re, what, in some kind of poly relationship with them?”
I sighed and sat my fork down, trying to think of how I could explain what happened without sounding like I had completely lost my mind. Kenna didn’t really know about my past. She didn’t know I had grown up in a world like this. I was going to have to tell her everything to make her understand. I was going to have to start from the beginning so that she could see where I had come from.
I picked up my glass of champagne and downed the entire thing before pouring more from the bottle we had brought upstairs with us. She watched me with a worried look on her face. I took a few more gulps and then passed it over to her.
“Kenna,” I started. “This shit I’m about to tell you can’t…it’s a lot. You can’t tell anyone, okay? Not just because I’m trying to save the boys or because I’m trying to save myself. This kind of shit could get you in trouble too if the wrong people found out.” I reached out and grabbed her hand. A little frown formed between her eyebrows as she nodded.
So I started at the beginning and told her everything. I told her who my family was and how they tried to have me killed. I told her how I ran away, trying to escape them and hide. I told her about the boys and how we had gone from them turning me over to me convincing them to keep me, and also how I may or may not have convinced them to do so with sex.
She listened to everything without interrupting or asking any questions. Once she was finally caught up, she just gave a small laugh and threw back her own glass of alcohol.
“I’m so incredibly jealous of all the grade A dick you’re getting, dude,” she finally said.
We both looked at each other for a moment before we burst out laughing.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” I told her after we both were able to get ourselves together.
“I am too. I missed you. But I need you to tell Nose Ring to fix my fucking door. And maybe next time, if they want me to come hang out, you can tell them they don’t have to break down my door like fucking Rambo.”
“Yeah, that’s kind of Seb’s style,” I said with a smile, thinking about my murderous cinnamon roll. “But he’s a sweetheart.”
“Alright, then,” she said, moving our empty plates off the bed. “I want all the dirty details. Who’s the biggest? Who’s the kinkiest? Who had the strongest head game? Spill, bitch.”
I laughed and settled in for a long night.