Xavier
The minute I entered the house all eyes were on me.
Corbin was sporting a bruise under his right eye I knew he didn’t have yesterday. And Jay sat on the couch, with his head hung, looking like he was paying dearly for his shit from last night.
Isaac had marks on his face, a faint resemblance of ink faded. But redness outweighed the marks, as if he’d been scrubbing his face heavily.
I still had not spotted Red.
“How was your night?” I looked up just as Calvert entered the living room. “Because that blonde dragging you out of here looked like she was hungry as fuck.”
I narrowed my eyes at him in warning.
He chuckled and walked off toward the couch to join the others.
“Nice eye, Corb,” I said and he flipped me off.
A couple of guys walked into the house holding their phones in their hands, laughing at whatever it was they were watching.
“What are you watching?” Isaac asked and stepped up to their side.
“Hey Jay,” he hollered out, chuckling. “You’re famous, man.”
Jay jumped up from the couch, moving in their direction and looked horrified when he saw whatever it was they were watching.
He walked backward, his back bumping against the wall just before he slid down it and sat on the floor.
“You even have a hashtag, man,” Brent, another brother, said as he joined the crowd watching the phone held out for all to view.
“A hashtag?” Jay asked, still covering his face.
“Yeah,” Brent said as he looked around the group. And as if it was planned, each one of them took position and began swiveling their hips. And all together they began to sing “dick’s a swinging,” waving their hands in the air.
Jay groaned out and curled over on his side, holding his head.
I turned around, intending to head upstairs, but stopped in my tracks. I was face to face with Red.
“Hey buddy,” he said with a smirk. “How was your night?”
“How the hell did you get into my room, anyway?” I asked, skipping right to the point.
Elijah watched me for a moment before a sly grin spread out over his lips. Then ever so slowly, he held up a keyring with a number of keys on it and shook them, making them jingle. “I have a key that fits every one of you fucker’s rooms. You all need to keep that shit in mind. Ya know, for future reference.”
He walked off laughing, leaving us staring after him, knowing full well he’d been playing us all along.
“Oh, Tequila,” I mumbled as I walked up the stairs.
And even though I felt like hell, I found myself still hearing that sweet moan in my head.
Morgan could pretend she didn’t want a repeat but I’d break her down. One way or the other I would get another chance.