Warning- this chapter contains graphic smut and sexual situations you may not be comfortable with-read at your own risk
This is so long omg I'm so sorry
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter nonetheless :*
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You wake up with a jolt, sitting up feverishly as the nightmare you just had works it's way out of your brain. Your heart is practically beating out of your chest, and dry tears stain your face.
You rub your eyes and look around, eyebrows furrowing as you realize you aren't in your room. You look down at your hands by your side, and see a plush black comforter. You look over, to the vacant spot next to you, and see a note.
You pick it up and being it up to your face, reading 'Had to go train this morning, breakfast is downstairs already cooked for you. And don't worry, I slept on the floor.-bill' you feel a smile creep onto your face, heart filling with joy.
You climb over to his side and look down, seeing a blanket and pillow on the floor. He really did sleep on the floor, all so you could have the bed and not feel uncomfortable. You feel giddy as you step onto the floor, and go to the bathroom.
Another smile appears on your face as you see a new toothbrush on the counter, along with toothpaste. You do your usual morning routine, feeling a mixture of butterflies and nausea as you think about all of last nights events.
You try to push the thoughts out of your mind as you exit the bathroom and make your way to the door, and then through the hallway. You're about to step onto the elevator, until a voice startles you. "Got room for one more?" You jump, turning around to be met with a pair of blue eyes. It's James.
You laugh, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me, but yes, I'm pretty sure we'll both fit." You say, making him chuckle. You both step in and the elevator doors close. He makes sure you're going to the same floor as him, and presses the 1 button.
"According to fifty shades of grey, this is when we're supposed to violently make out." He says in a humorous voice, making you bust out laughing. You slap his arm, making him laugh along with you. "Fifty shades of grey is problematic and gross, also, in your dreams gardener." You say, as he playfully nudges your shoulder.
The elevator doors open and you both walk into the main entryway, heading for the kitchen. You see Jax and Christo, and their faces light up once they see you. "Breakfast is in the fridge, i'll warm it up for you." Jax says with a smile, walking to the refrigerator.
"I can do it myself." You say with a laugh. "No, sit." He instructs, pointing a finger at you. You put your hands up and sit at the swivel bar stool resting behind a large marble countertop. James sits beside you, and you turn as you hear another voice. Sam.
