Waking up, I tried to roll away from the heat that was pressed against me, but only rolled into more heat. If you could even call what I did, rolling. Opening a single eye, I was looking at Luca, who was sound asleep still. If I had to guess, Demitri was the one behind me. It was kind of amazing the way all three of us had fit on my king-sized mattress. Well, more like the two of them holding me hostage between them.
The clock on the nightstand said it was twelve in the afternoon and that was more than enough sleep for me. I had work I needed to get done. The current issue was, how the fuck was I going to get out of the bed?
I debated what one might be safer to climb over, and Luca seemed like the smarter choice. Carefully standing up, I stepped over him.
“Careful, he went to sleep last, Theo.” Demitri groaned.
Carefully, moving back from him, I choose to sit back down until the blanket. I was still naked too, so this made it even more awkward when I slid over Demitri, who also was super naked.
“Oh. You’re naked.” I muttered.
“Yes, so are you.”
“Right. I am.” I said.
“Would you like to get out of bed?”
“Maybe.”
Currently, I was sitting on his chest, rocking back and forth, trying to ease some of the pain in my back. All too aware of the side effects I was causing us both because of this.
“Theo. Hold still.”
“I’d love to. But you and Luca wrecked my hips and my back is aching.”
“I’m fucking hard again.” He hissed, throwing a hand over his eyes.
“I am too. But my hips are throbbing, even if I want you right now.” I groaned, sliding off his hips and out of the bed onto the floor. My legs, not at all holding me up.
“Theo, are you alright?” Demitri hissed.
I heard movement on the bed and looked up at Demitri and Luca who now was awake and looking over the side of the bed.
“What happened?” He groaned, rubbing his face.
I started to openly laugh now. Tossing my head back against the side of the mattress. Luca was looking at me with concern, leaning over Demitri’s legs. He sighed before rolling back onto the bed.
Demitri got out of the bed and helped me up off the floor. Luca didn’t make a move to get out of the bed. He just laid there.
“You coming?” I asked.
“I guess.” He sighed.
He moved the blanket and got out of the bed. His nakedness matched the level of the rest of us.
“Wait. I need boxers.” I hissed. Demitri let go of my arm and I limped to the closet, yanking open the drawer in the built-in that had my boxers. Pulling a pair of maroon coloured boxers on, Luca stood by me closely to make sure I didn’t fall.
“Alright. Now I can go to the kitchen and find coffee and food.” I hummed.
Demitri walked across the hall to find a pair of boxers for himself. Luca dug through a bag on the floor, and pulled out grey boxers, and I watched him pull them up his hips from where I was standing in the doorway.
That all had been interesting last night, but there was no way it could happen again. It was bound to explode at some point, and I didn’t need to be wedged in the middle of that nuclear fallout.
Pulling down coffee mugs in the kitchen, I took down three and set them by the coffeemaker. Grabbing my phone off the counter, where it was plugged in, not by me, and checked all my calls.
I had a few texts from my dad, and a few missed calls from Romeao, and a private number. I had a guess who the private number was. It was a complete mood killer. Taking a deep breath. I hit the call back, and he picked up almost immediately, which was never something this man had ever done for me.
“Hello, Theo.”
“Marco. What do I owe for the displeasure of your call?”
“Displeasure, huh? I can assure you, you won’t find this dis-pleasurable.”
Putting the phone on speaker, I set it on the counter and started making coffee.
“Please then, Tell me how this isn’t dis-pleasurable?” I hissed, dropping the polite tone.
“I have some of your things from the summerhouse, before I sell it, and I want to make sure that you get them, as well as I have a favour to ask you.”
“You’re selling the summerhouse?” I said, almost offended.
“Yes. I don’t want it anymore, and it was never my dream home, you know this.”
“Are you just wanting to rub it in that you’re selling my dream home or?”
“No. I couldn’t care less about rubbing that house in your face. But Romeao mentioned you might want your things from the house, that you didn’t have a chance to grab when you left.” he said, his tone rather flat and emotionless.
“So, is that why he called me then?” I said, looking up, Demitri meeting eyes with me, in just boxers.
“Yes, I would assume so.” Marco said, some of that cocky attitude slipping into his tone.
“And this fucking favour you had the nerve to ask me for?” I said, annoyed by the sheer balls of this man.
“Hunt and Hero. I want you to come and take them.” He said.
“You want me to take Hunt and Hero? The two things you told me right off the bat I would never get.”
“Yes. I’m too busy for them and it’s not far. So you are the best option.”
“Where in your tiny—Where do you think I’m going to put two large king shepherds, Marco?”
“You should have plenty of space in our condo for them, you have a spare room, you were well acquainted with it by the end of our marriage.”
“My condo. I bought it.”
“Yes, after you removed my name illegally from the lease.”
“You dirtied our marriage bed. Only seemed fair.”
Marco sighed. He was clearly losing his patience with me. Like I was with him.
“This was a mistake. I’ll find someone else that can—--”
“I’ll take them, Marco.” I hissed.
“I’d hate to make you take something you didn’t want.” He snapped.
“Oh, is that how you’re going to turn this now? That I didn’t want Hunt and Hero, I begged you to let me have our dogs and you refused me. You know I did. You enjoyed it while you crushed me when you told me I couldn’t have them.”
“I get it Theo. Alright, I get it.”
“Do you really Marco? Yesterday you didn’t seem to get it. What did Romeao have to dangle over your head for you to want to even try to admit you were wrong?”
“You are the last person I’d willingly talk to about that kind of shit with.” Marco said, anger sliding into his tone.
“Right. Fair enough.”
“If you can stomach coming back to our—My house, you can get the dogs, all their stuff and your things. I brought it all back there. I figured it would be easier for you to pick up. But word of advice, it won’t all fit in the car, your going to need to borrow someone’s SUV at the very least.”
“I’ll figure it out. Is there a time that works best for you?”
“Don’t worry about it. Whatever works for you is fine. You know where the spare key is and you know the pin code if you would rather go that way.”
“Right. I’ll try to find a time today or tomorrow to get all that stuff.”
“Alright.”
He hung up, and Luca was leaning against the countertop, the distaste thick on his face.
“Would either of you like coffee?” I asked, trying to contain the sadness welling up inside of me. Marco was selling my summer home, and it couldn’t come at a worse time. I couldn’t even begin to afford it.
Luca looked at me, and he tried to reach out to me and I shook off his hand.
“Sorry. I just need a few minutes to process this and I swear—”
“You can borrow my SUV. Or one of the company ones, but make sure you take someone with you, hell ask Maddox. Maybe he would—--”
“No!” I yelled at Demitri, feeling entirely too overwhelmed with everything. I felt terrible when I watched Demitri close off to me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—-Forget it.”
Grabbing my phone and my coffee, I stomped down to the office and slammed the door. Before tears started running. I knew Marco was going to sell the house eventually, but I had hoped I would have had something saved up or more money available to use to save my dream home.
One of the few places that Marco had not tainted with his shit behaviour. Only because he hated the house, but he didn’t buy it for himself, he bought it for me.
Our dogs, My stuff, My dream home, all things Marco had bought for me. He was cleaning up, moving on. It was bitter, but also very sad for me. But we both knew it came to an end when he lost the value of partnership, and I left. It was beyond anything fixable then—-No; it had been beyond fixable for a long time; I was just too bitter and upset to realize it.
“All things come to an end.” I said, setting my coffee on the desk, feeling overwhelmed again.
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