There was so much space that I didn't know what to do with myself.
I wasn't alone though. Storm had no idea what to do when Alec brought him inside. At first he tried to mark his territory, but Alec's shout kept the piss inside him. He then settled on rolling his body over every square inch of the floor, and walls, in each room. He rubbed himself all over the sitting room, the hallway, the kitchen, and the downstairs bathroom. Now he was sleeping in his bed in the kitchen, exhausted from his antics.
“Everything we brought with us is unpacked, and the place still looks empty.”
Alec slapped my behind. “So go shopping.”
I stepped down off the stepladder and turned to face him. “Don't say it like that, you know I'm broke.”
Alec groaned, “Please don't start this again. My money is your money.”
“But it's not. It's just your money,” I argued.
Alec pinched the bridge of his nose. “We're engaged, we share things now.”
“I don't care if we're married and have fifty kids, you can't convince me that all your wealth is now mine. I don't feel right about it. Just wait until I start earnin' money so I feel like I'm contributin', okay?”
Alec was staring at me. “Fifty kids, what the fuck do you think I am?”
I surprisingly burst out laughing and shoved Alec who was grinning at me.
“Fine, I understand what you mean. You want to contribute, and don't want to depend on me for everything.”
I hugged him. “Yes, exactly.”
Thank God he got it. Finally.
We got back to sorting our things out around the house. An hour later my phone rang as I was in the middle of pushing a cushion into its cover. I needed a break, my arms were hurting from the surprisingly difficult task.
“Hello?” I asked when I answered my phone.
“Well if it isn't my future sister-in-law.”
A smile lit up my face as I said, “Damien!”
Damien's rich laughter flowed through the receiver of my phone and warmed my heart.
“How are you, Kay?” he asked.
I sat on the floor of my half empty sitting room and crisscrossed my legs, over one another. “I'm hangin' in there. It's movin' day for us, I'm in the new house.”
Noise came from Damien's end of the phone then it went away as he cleared his throat. “Sorry, damn street races. What were you saying?”
I smiled. “I said I'm in the new house, it's movin' day.”
Damien chuckled. “Is my big brother still alive?”
I gasped. “Of course, why wouldn't he be?”
“Because Alec doesn't take a lot of things seriously. I have a strong feeling he is making moving houses a bit more difficult for you.”
He had no idea.
I snorted. “He actually hasn't been too bad. He won a bet so he is actually pretty happy and keeping to his own company.”
“A bet?” Damien asked, a smile sounding through his tone. “What were the terms?”
“Boys against girls, whoever packed up their sections and got the boxes into the moving van first, won. Us girls lost... but we went down fightin'.” I smirked.
I imagined Damien shaking his head as he laughed.
“What did you and the girls do to try and prevent my brothers from winning?” he asked.
I blinked. “Why do you think we did somethin'—”
“Keela,” Damien cut me off, his voice knowing.
I giggled. “We used our bodies to... distract them from completing their task before we completed ours. We were very successful.”
Damien's laughter at the other end made me smile, but the gasp of horror behind me didn't go a miss.
“You cheating little bitch! I knew it!”
Uh-oh.
I looked over my shoulder and gnawed on my inner cheek when the pissed off form of my fiancé came into my line of vision.
“Hey baby.” I innocently smiled.
“Don't you 'Hey baby' me. You cheated, Keela... and you lied about it!” Alec snapped as he stomped over and stood in front of me.
I had to lie back on the ground so I could look up at him without hurting my neck.
“It wasn't cheatin', not really. We didn't physically do anythin' to halt your process of packin', apart from us havin' sex, we just—”
“Got us so hard we couldn't see straight let alone pack fucking boxes.”
That sounded about right.
“He sounds mad,” Damien’s voice whispered in my ear.
I snickered. “He is mad.”
Alec reached down and snatched my phone away from my ear and out of my hand.
“Hey, that's rude!” I snapped and stretched my arms up high trying to reclaim my phone, to no avail.
Alec ignored me, and my slapping at his legs, and placed my phone to his ear. “Who the fuck is this?”
Silence.
I watched as a smile stretched across Alec's face. “Baby brother! It's about damn time you called, you have Dominic worried sick!”
Silence.
I lifted my arms and placed my hands behind my head as I gazed up at Alec.
He frowned as Damien spoke. “Anything we need to worry about?” he asked.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at Alec expectantly, but the arsehole ignored me.
Alec released a breath. “So come home then, if you're bored over there why stay?”
I tilted my head to the side when Alec began to pace from left to right in front of me.
“How soon?” Alec asked then when Damien answered his face dropped. “That could be years away, Dame.”
I sat upright and got to my feet, then I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around Alec's waist and rested my head against his chest. Alec used his free hand to rub up and down my back.
“Yeah, I know, you've got shit to work through.”
I hugged Alec tightly when he sighed and his body deflated.
I felt horrible for him.
He missed Damien—all the brothers did.
“Yeah, man, you got it,” Alec said to Damien then chuckled. “You want to speak to her again?”
Alec nudged me and handed me my phone back when he got my attention.
I took the phone and placed it to my ear. “'Hello again.”
Damien chuckled. “You're driving him crazy, you realise that, don't you?”
I snorted. “I'm aware of it, yes.”
Damien cackled through the phone and Alec vibrated with silent laughter because he heard it.