BET

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kasia

"Are you alive?" Juliette's voice says over my phone's speaker.

I chuckle to myself, feeling the pain in my lower back from getting fucked on the floor by Simon, Henry, and Keagan earlier in the day. But I know she isn't referring to that. Instead, I recall the drunken night that we all had together just before.

"I'm surviving." I respond, raising my voice to try and get it to carry to my phone that sits in the center of my bed while I stand in front of the sink in my bathroom, my fingers running through my hair, trying to detangle what I can.

"I'm not." she starts and I hear her groan. "Peter has had to hold my hair back all night."

"Awh," I frown in the mirror, walking out the bathroom and over to the phone. "Poor thing."

I try to sympathize with her, lying and saying that I have been feeling just as nauseous as her, but I can't help feeling the exact opposite. After a drunken night partying and dancing and then waking up this morning and engaging in our... activities, I would expect to feel dead. Unable to get out of bed for a week or maybe longer. But somehow, I've never felt better. More myself, more powerful. Knowing that the three of them want me like they do, feels like it is enough to cure even the worst hangovers.

"Yeah, give me more sympathy." Juliette says and I can hear the smile in her words. "Not all of us have three boyfriends to take care of us."

I snort, flopping down onto the bed on my back and grabbing the phone, holding it up to my face so she can hear me clearly.

"Ha, ha, ha. Very funny."

"I'm serious!" she insists. "They fuck you, feed you, let you sleep in their house when you're drunk... thats what boyfriends do. At least in my experience."

I stare up at my ceiling, pondering her words. "They don't feed me." I finally respond.

"I'm hanging up on you," Juliette threatens.

I laugh into the phone, flipping over onto my stomach. "No, don't. I need someone to go with me to the Halloween party this weekend."

I hear Juliette's groans through the speaker. "Evelyn loves Halloween."

"I know, she is already going to like three other parties that weekend." I say, picking at my faded nail polish. "I need you."

"Can't. I'll still be hungover by then, I'm sure."

"Don't you know the best cure to a hangover is to get even more drunk?"

I hear Juliette giggle under her breath. "Where did you learn that, AA?"

"Yeah, at the same time I got my 90 day chip." I joke.

"That is probably offensive." Juliette says, unable to hide her laugh now. "Fine, I'll go with you. But if I puke, you're responsible."

"That's fine. I'll hold your hair back in my sexy nun costume." I say, wiggling my shoulders in excitement.

"Oh a sexy nun? Why didn't you say something sooner? I can't miss that." she says, managing to sound at least a little excited despite her hangover.

"Good. Pick out your costume and meet me here." I confirm, sitting up in bed.

"Aye, aye Captain."

"And they're not my boyfriends." I add, grabbing the phone and pressing it up to my lips.

"Whatever you say," Juliette says, her voice fading as she hangs up the phone.