The Contract

Chapter 153-The Fidels'

I I let out a sigh—one last attempt at salvaging my sleep—but the loud hammering noise outside was relentless. I groaned, pushing myself up in defeat, knowing the battle was lost.

Kourtney’s voice drew my attention. She stood by the window, a bottle of beer in hand as she gazed dreamily outside. “Morning, sunshine,” she said without turning. “Took you long enough.”

“Where are we?” I croaked, my voice hoarse as I rubbed my eyes and tried to make sense of my surroundings. The room was spacious, with couches on one side and a door directly across.

“Sierra Madre,” Kourtney replied casually, sipping her drink.

Sierra Madre? I frowned, my head throbbing as I tried to remember how we got here. “What’s that noise?” I groaned, massaging my temple.

“Oh, that?” Kourtney turned, eyes lighting up. “That’s Eric’s hot brothers chopping wood. Shirtless.”

“What?” My brows knitted together in confusion as I swung my legs off the bed.

“Come see for yourself.” She stepped aside, and against my better judgment, I shuffled over to the window.

And there they were.

Two guys. Shirtless. Swinging axes as though the woods had personally offended them. Muscles rippled under the morning sun, sweat glistening like some kind of Hollywood montage. My headache briefly disappeared.

“Oh my gosh,” I breathed, leaning against the windowsill.

“Right?” Kourtney smirked.

“They look like… carved marble,” I whispered, completely mesmerized.

“Greek statues,” Kourtney corrected.

I blinked, trying to tear my gaze away as the headache crept back in. “What happened last night?”

“You don’t remember?” Kourtney turned to me, her grin devilish.

“No.”

“Oh, it was epic. You got drunk on the ride here and went completely batshit crazy. Like, dancing-on-the-seats crazy.”

“What?!” I nearly fell over.

“You were wasted,” she said with a shrug. “We got here around 10 p.m. You passed out, and you’ve been dead to the world since.”

Panic shot through me as I grabbed the clock on the nightstand. 3:15 p.m.

“I’ve been asleep for over fifteen hours?” I shouted, pulling at my hair.

Kourtney laughed like it was the highlight of her life. “You needed it.”

“Oh my god!”

Before I could spiral further, the door flew open, and Bethany stepped in, head-to-toe in obnoxious pink. “Oh good, you’re up.”

“Bethany,” Kourtney blurted, pointing dramatically at the window. “Who are those Greek gods?”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “Greek gods? Those are Eric’s brothers—Theo and Trevor.”

I gawked at her. “Wait, those guys are real?”

Bethany ignored me, fixing her gaze on my still-horrified expression. “Feeling better, Pearl? After, you know… last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, I forgot that part.” Kourtney waved a hand. “You puked on Eric’s aunt.”

“I what?!”

“You made a lasting impression,” Bethany quipped, grinning as Kourtney doubled over laughing.