𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄: KAGE

01.

INDIGO'S POV:

"Okay, which one of them would you fuck?" Jennie asks, casually painting her toe nails with my sky blue nail polish, focusing on it, acting like she didn't just ask me that.

Fancy by Iggy Azalea ft Charli XCX blasts through the speakers, loud enough to wake a forty year old buried corpse and probably being everyone's makeshift alarm for this morning. My soft green eyes widen and I turn down the volume of the player, before sitting up abruptly in my bed and I turn, so I can get a good look at my best friend, who is currently at my window, staring at the men who are working out in our spacious garden.

I fake gag, staring up at her in shock as my hand hangs in the air, nail polish in my hand.

"What the fuck did you just ask me?" I ask, a look of disgust on my face. She rolls her eyes, placing the nail polish in its place along with the other ones in my five feet tall nail polish rack, yes I have a five feet tall nail polish rack, before crossing over to the other side of the room, where the balcony was.

She points her thumb in that direction. "The men. I asked which would you fuck out of all these hot, handsome and veiny men who are currently working out in your garden."

My answer is immediate. "None."

She pouts."Well not me. I would give anything to fuck them." Giving me a look over her shoulder as she continues her task she says, "All of them."

"First of," I start, standing up, placing my hand on my hip,"Those are my fucking brothers. Secondly, what is it with you and veins? Thirdly, stop fucking raising your brows at me like I don't know what I'm saying."

"But you don't, darling." She says sweetly, making me fake gag again.

I groan and shake my head, exasperated. "I'm clearly not getting anywhere with you."

"Damn right, bitch." She replies.

She sighs, sitting on the stool in front of my vanity mirror. I meet her eyes and catch a sad, wistful look in her eyes.

"Maybe I just need to get laid. It's been a while." She says, making my eyes widen in disbelief.

"You literally had sex with one of my bodyguards two weeks ago."

She smirks. "Yeah, yeah I know." She turns to me, her body facing mine. "Actually, when was the last time you got laid?"

I mull over the question for a bit. Actually I hadn't really had sex in a long time. Like in a year. It's not like I didn't want to, but I just wanted, I don't know... better sex? Not like it had to be the best. But I wanted good sex. And I certainly wouldn't get it from my bodyguard, or from the perverts I met at nightclubs, neither was I going to get it from the numerous blind dates my best friend had set me up with. Or the flirty young guys in college.

Nope. I wanted great sex. Like earth shattering, mind blowing, toes curling sex. Dominant sex. Sex that would blow me away the next morning when I woke up and tried to sneak out on my one night stand.

I hadn't had sex in a long time, so I wanted the next session to be unforgettable.

I did need to get laid. But it certainly wasn't going to come anytime soon. So it'll just be me, my hands, my fingers and my numerous toys.

Not the fucking twigs I somehow seem to always fucking come across.

Jennie bursts into laughter, making me realize I just said that out loud. I slap my hand over my mouth, embarrassment making my cheeks red, my ears hot and my neck sting.