“I’m supposed to bring this to you.” She holds out a plate of eggs with two slices of bacon, a glass of milk in her other hand. Her black top presses her breast up to the point where I see the shadow of her nipple. She’s obviously not self-conscious about her body.
“Um…thank you,” I say, my voice heavy with sleep. I take the plate and glass from her and place them on the bed. I’m starving. Picking up the plastic fork, I dig in.
“So, you’re the one.” Venom twists in her voice. I glance at her from the corner of my eye. Her arms are crossed. Her left hip is popped to the side as she watches me scarf eggs into my mouth like a homeless person.
“Excuse me?” I ask around a mouthful of food.
“You’re the bitch who tried to set up Godric and had Bellamy shot,” she clarifies, and my lips twist awkwardly. I don’t know how to respond. Do I raise my hand and say guilty?
“Um…” I set the fork down, unsure if she’s looking for a fight or an explanation.
“I heard Godric slept in here with you last night.” She raises a brow at me.
I stare back at her, again not sure what to say. Are they together?
“I don’t know if he slept in here, he wasn’t here when I woke up.” I shrug, really just wanting to eat.
She uncrosses her arms, her face falling into a menacing scowl.
“Some of us worked hard to get here, we care about these guys—”
“By care do mean fuck?” I interrupt, and her mouth pops open in shock. The Titans’ had girls who belittled themselves just to get a chance to sleep with one of the guys. All the women would talk about being with one of the guys like they just tried on a new shade of lipstick and were sharing what they thought of it. I mean, the men can be hot with their tattoos and leather cuts, but there’s a line between liking someone and just sleeping your way to the top. Godric is the top here, and him being in here with me has this girl pissed.
“I must threaten you for you to come at me like you are without knowing me. The Titans call chicks like you a club ho. Is that what you are? A club ho?”
She screams, and I jump, dropping my fork. She leaps onto me and the bed, kicking my plate of food to the floor as she straddles me. Hands are suddenly in my hair, pulling and snapping. She bares her teeth as she screams at me like a mad woman. Using both my feet, I shove into her chest until she flies off me onto the floor. I scramble to my feet. She’s already back up and slaps me in the face, the burn aching my jaw. That bitch! Tackling her into the dresser, she locks her legs, and we fall to the floor. She tugs on my shirt, causing it to rip, and I shove her face to push her off me before she ruins anything else.
“TYE!” The sound of Godric’s voice fills the room, but she doesn’t let up, so I don’t either. Rolling my hand into a fist, I swing at her, my punch landing to the side of her head instead of her face. Crying out from my hit, I go to punch her again, but hands slip under my arms, pulling me back. A hard chest presses against my back, and the familiar smell of leather and spice surrounds me.
“You better get your club whore out of here before I kick her fucking ass!” I threaten, really wanting a go at her one more time. The crazy bitch attacked me!
“Fuck you. I’m not a whore!” Tye shouts as she’s dragged out of the room, the door shutting behind her.
Godric lets go of me, and I step away, inspecting my ripped shirt, revealing my bra and tit that halfway popped out of its cup.
Turning away from him, I push my boob back in and try to fix my shirt, but’s done for. I don’t have a lot of clothes. Tye ruining this shirt has me seething with anger.
“Here. Put this on.”
Glancing over my shoulder, Godric has a black shirt in his outstretched hand. Keeping my back to him, I grab it, and he turns to give me privacy.
“Thanks,” I mutter. What a gentleman. Who would have thought? I throw my shirt to the floor and put the top he gave me on. The hem falls to just below my knees, the sleeves near my elbows, a Seven Knights logo on it. Jesus, it’s as if I was just claimed by the asshole.
“Is she your girlfriend or something?” I ask, looking at the food all over the floor. I was going to eat that. Hell, I still might.