My Future Stepbrother

Chapter 159

ALEAH’S P.O.V.

Ow my head!

Reminder to myself - never ever to let Tara convince me the third bottle of wine won't make a difference.

My tongue feels like sand paper and just as I sit up to try make it to the bathroom before I throw up, I see there's a full glass of water waiting for me on the nightstand, along with some pain killers.

Thank you hangover guardian angels.

I lay there until I feel the pain killers start to quiet the pounding in my head and make a poor attempt at brushing my teeth before realising I just need coffee. Bad.

As I come to the bottom step I see Tara sat on the bar stool, hair wild and still in her pyjamas. Her head laying against the cool hard granite of the counter and all I can think is that woman is a fucking genius. I sit in the seat next to her and embrace the chill against my forehead as well.

"Never again. I am never drinking with you bloody wasps again." I whisper against the surface.

"Shhh Aleah, why are you shouting?"

We both giggle slightly before having to hold our own heads together to stop the tsunami that appears to be going on with each sound someone makes.

The back door slides opens behind us. "Morning!"

I will kill him. Who's that bloody jolly in the morning? Not to mention that fucking loud.

"Son... I made less noise than that giving birth to you. Can't you see we're suffering here? Shut it."

I want to laugh at her but I can't even force my head up from this spot. I hear some pottering around but I try to ignore it until the unmistakable scent of coffee and vanilla hits my nose.

Bolting upright to see Jayce, standing in nothing but a loose fitting pair of grey sweats, hanging dangerously low and cradling a mug of steaming hot coffee.

Wow. Okay I don’t know what’s hotter- His body, the coffee or that tattoo.

It's huge, covering his entire shoulder and travelling around onto his chest, back and neck. The intricacy of the interlocking design is placed to perfection and I can tell by the work he must have drew it himself.

Jayce was always good looking, in fact he was always hotter than fucking lava but now he looks... dangerous as well. 

Note to self. Stop picturing your tongue running over every curve of your ex’s new tat. Many thanks.

I know I should be embarrassed right now about what happened last night, how he had to carry me upstairs and how I practically confessed I haven't been with anyone but him, however it's practically impossible to think about anything but snatching that mug out of his hands right now.

My mouth is still so dry I can hardly form words so instead I just stretch my arms out to reach for the mug. He smirks, pulling it back to himself and placing it almost to his lips tauntingly.

"Oh sorry, did you want this?" He starts, waving the mug around just out of my reach and I want to throw myself down on the floor like a toddler and scream.

"Jayce!" I try to snatch it but he pulls it away just in time, a giant smug look plastered across his face.

"You didn't say the magic word." He leans towards me, holding the coffee far out to his side away from me.

Well I do know some words that always worked on him....

I bite my lip and look up at him through my eyelashes, putting on the best sweet and innocent face I can in this state but keeping my voice low and sensual.