Alison Storm

Chapter 14

Alison

"He only left one in each," Rhys says, chuckling. "Seriously, your father only left one condom in each box."

Thanks to my father pulling his little action there, neither Rhys nor I are still in the mood to have sex right now.

Whereas I tried my very best to cover up my body—with just my blanket, mind you—Rhys has done his very best to get rid of his shirt. So now he's walking around shirtless, which, if I'm being honest, doesn't do good things for my eyes.

Then again, he's just seen me naked, ogling him and almost salivating over his abs isn't going to kill either of us, now is it?

"He really made sure I couldn't have fucked you twice."

"Honestly, I am not surprised," I admit, following every single of Rhys's step as he walks up and down my room to gather the clothes he took off me.

"I'm surprised he even told your mum to buy some, and throw them in here." He looks at me, flashing me a soft smile.

"This family is cursed, you know," I say. Though, maybe it's a blessing as neither my mother would be with my dad, nor would Cody be married to Athena if it weren't for said curse. "ONS babies are an occasional thing."

Rhys's eyes wander down to my chest, smirking before he tosses a shirt over to me. His shirt. Like, the one he was still wearing five minutes ago.

"How so?" he asks, then starts putting away my laundry like I'm some kid he needs to take care of. Or maybe he's just being polite. I'm not sure yet.

"I was one."

His head turns towards me instantly, eyes widening in shock. I guess if you look at my parents, you wouldn't exactly guess that's what happened, but, well, it did. "You're kidding, right?"

I shake my head. "My mum was one too. So was my cousin. Pretty sure my mum once mentioned Rose being one as well. Like I said, it's in the family."

"Who's Rose?"

I snort a laugh. Yeah, who's Rose? "My mother's mother."

"You don't call her grandma?" He takes a seat next to me, picking up the shirt he threw at me. And just like that, Rhys pulls the shirt over my head.

"She's not my grandma. She's a piece of shit that put my mother through hell. I couldn't tell you what happened between them even if I wanted to. I only know as much as my mother shared with me, and I doubt it was the whole thing."

I mean, from faking her death to admitting she threatened someone to rape her own daughter...I'm pretty sure whatever else happened, this can't be topped.

Rhys slips under the covers with me, pulling me into his chest as he makes me lie on him. Well, my head at least.

I've never cuddled with anyone, not like that at least. I doubt being sick and lying in my little Vienna's bed for comfort counts. Or sneaking off to my parents' just because.

I can feel his heart beating under my palm as I press it to his chest. My nose filling with the spicy scent of his perfume.

"This wouldn't have been just a one-night stand, Allie," Rhys says while drawing small circles with his thumb on my waist. "I like you, and I wouldn't just take your virginity for the sake of it. You'll be more to me than just a quick fuck. You'll be mine from the second I lay a hand on you. In fact, I already did, so you're already mine. Any complaints about that?"

I nod. "You could ask me if I even wanted to be yours."

"You don't have any other choice."

"Hm..." I look up at him, eyes narrowed like I'm thinking about it. "I do. And I demand the question."