Lust

Chapter 2- Isabella

Present
I'm awakened by music. Music ?

I reach for my ears, nothing. I didn't fall asleep with my headphones on so who the fuck is playing music at, I check the time ... 6 AM!

I'm about to walk down stairs and I think, am I wearing proper clothes? I look it the mirror, joggers that are sticking to my skin with sweat and a band t-shirt which I have no memory of ever buying.

At least no one is getting a front row seat to seeing my tits.

I walk out my room which needs to still be ... personalised.

I trip over the boxes I've stupidly left right outside my door , cursing myself for being so lazy but not really finding it in myself to actually care.

The music is louder than before and that when it dawns on me, I'm not alone. Roman Kent or his new nickname The Destroyer Of Peace is here as well.

Roman is the least harmful out of all of them so I see it as a small mercy that it isn't any of the others who's babysitting me. God, how much money did Ryan pay him to stay here with me, it must have been more than I've ever had.

I nearly stumble over my own two feet walking down the stairs, why was I scarily unsporty?
The music gets ear piercingly louder the further I walk down the stairs, I get to the kitchen and I suddenly feel like I want to cry, throw up and be fucked all at the same time. It wasn't just Roman here Jack Lain, Micheal Torres and Alex Viper were also here. All four of them. IN MY KITCHEN.

Surrounding a box ?

Roman notices me and his smile at seeing me fades into a frown "awww, I really hoped you were in your bra and panties again." All eyes were on me and the music was off. "Nice piercings by the way," he points to my tits were he's obviously referring to my nippel piercings. I got them done a year ago, they hurt like hell but were worth it.

Micheal gives me a questioning look meaning that he wants me to confirm and elaborate on what Roman was saying, I will not give him my acknowledgment, not when he didn't give me his after that night. None of them did. I expected it from Alex, but the rest of them broke my heart in the cruelest of ways.

"Why are you here?" I ask trying to hide my shaking voice. They give each other a look, all of them smirking.

This time Jack was the one to talk "we live here, doll," his thick southern accent making my knees nearly buckle, I forgot how much I missed that. His voice, all of their voices.
"No you don't, he does apparently," I say pointing in the direction of Roman "and I don't particularly want him here either,"
Roman puts one hand over his heart like he got shot and I can't help but let out a small chuckle at the action.

It's then when I see Alex, oh fuck he really has changed, his hairy was buzzed and tattoos covered the entirety on his arms which could easily break me in two. He was only wearing joggers, they were all only wearing joggers. Was this a weird sex dream?

By the ache in my foot from falling over that box all signs point to no.

"I don't know what bro code your trying to follow by babysitting me but you all obviously don't want to be here so do yourself a favour and leave,"

The tension in the room doesn't ease like I thought it would, it tightens like a noose around my neck.

"What makes you think this wasn't our choice to be here?" Michael says through clenched teeth, his last remaining slice of patience dwindling.

I ignore him again and the question all together and start asking my own "what's in that box?" Jacks feline grin which I recognise all to well curves his lips.