Chapter 52

▫️ Stella's pov...

I blushed furiously at Chris's filthy words, my hand smacking his bicep on instinct "You're impossible."

Chris just grinned, eyes dark with mischief. "I'm serious, love. I don't want another night without those sweet, sweet clapping noises."

I groaned, my soul leaving my body as I covered my face. "Chris, for the sake of God—”

He nudged me "We should we make love, right?"

I peeked through my fingers. "I  would love to, but... "

His smirk dropped. "But  what?"

I sighed dramatically. "What if Nick and the other overhear? Like last time."

Chris cursed under his breath. "Fuck ."

I smirked, victorious. "Yeah, sure. But later."

He shook his head, chuckling. "Soon  and, we can be quiet."

I crossed my arms. "I’m  a screamer, dumbass."

Chris groaned, running a hand down his face. "Should we go somewhere then?"

I shook my head. "Nope . I don’t want to move."

Chris leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Don’t worry, they won’t be glued to the fucking walls this time. They won’t even suspect."

I raised an eyebrow. "You  sure about that?"

Chris shrugged. "They  didn’t get the hint today."

I sighed, finally relenting. "Fine . But if they overhear, you’re dealing with it."

Chris grinned. "Deal."

Just as he leaned in, I hesitated. "Wait … Do you have protection?"

Chris chuckled. "No. I would love to have a little Stella."

I was about to call him the biggest dumbass alive, but then... A bastard interrupted.

"I have condoms. Need some?"

Nick.

GOD.

I fucking DIED on the spot. Screeching, I leaped off Chris's lap, dove under the covers like a damn ostrich, and pretended the blanket could make me soundproof.

Ava’s laugh echoed through the room. That wicked, witchy cackle of hers.

Chris groaned, rubbing his temples. “Fucking asshole. Why are you always there? Do you have a damn tracking chip on my dick?”

MJ snorted. “We actually came to ask you something.”

Chris shot them a deadpan look. “Yes, at this hour you remember everything.”

Nick continued like he hadn’t just traumatized me. “I’m serious. I can give you some. Just don’t get her pregnant this soon.”

Liam, the goddamn menace, decided to chime in. “By the way, what were you guys doing? What do you need? Please ellaborate.”

I peeked out of the blanket and shouted. “We were doing the thing that made Ava and MJ rush to Edinburgh, because they knew you horny degenerates would swing your single asses here to disturb us.”

The hallway erupted in laughter. Chris smirked. “Yeah, and even the servants complained about having to throw away buckets of used condoms daily while you were in Edinburgh. Fucking perverts.”

Nick waggled his eyebrows,I'm sure “So you both are planning to fill the bucket too? Naughty.”

I gasped. “I am done with you all.”

Chris had had enough. He reached for the nightstand, grabbed his gun, and stood up. “I’m gonna shoot you all. End of the fucking story.”

I yelped, yanking him back by the elbow. “Where the fuck are you going with this boner? Gonna show them, huh? Stay the fuck inside.”

Chris gritted his teeth, threw the gun back, and sighed.

Then.

A condom slid in under the door.

And another.

And another.

“What the actual fuck?!” I screeched. “STOP THROWING THEM! WE DON’T NEED THEM!”

Nick’s laughter echoed from outside. “Just in case, you never know!”

Ava’s voice followed, dripping with amusement. “Enjoy, guys! We won’t listen! Scout’s honor.”

Chris groaned, running a hand through his hair. He stomped over, grabbed the condoms, and shoved them into the drawer.

I glared at the door. “You all need to FUCK OFF.”

Ava snickered. “So you can fuck?”

I banged my head against the pillow. “AVA, YOU TRAITOR. I SWEAR, IF YOU REALLY ARE MY SOUL SISTER, GET THOSE BASTARDS AWAY FROM HERE.”

Ava cackled. “Fine, fine! But you owe me.”

The chaos outside escalated.

I heard Ava yell, then a loud thud.

“OW! What the fuck, Ava?!”

“I KICKED SOMEONE. NOT SURE WHO.”

There were loud scuffles, dragging sounds, and a lot of cursing. Ava was on a rampage. My soul sister saved my ass.

Chris exhaled deeply. “Finally, she took the bastards away.”

I burst out laughing, clutching my stomach.

Chris turned, grinning wickedly, and jumped onto the bed, snatching the quilt away from me. “Now, no one can stop me.”

I chuckled but then,

“I have all ears.”

Nick.

Damn.

Ava sighed. “YOU!”

Another kick sound followed.

Nick screamed. “OW! LET GO OF MY FUCKING HAIR, YOU PSYCHO.”

Ava just laughed. “Enjoy, lovebirds! I’m locking these dumbasses inside their rooms!”

We laughed, but then Chris scratched his neck, looking way too serious for my liking. “I think we should go on a world tour. It would be better.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Looks like we have to.”

Chris pulled me by my legs, dragging me near the edge of the bed, and leaned closer. “Let’s restart.”

I ungipped my leg and sighed. “Honestly, I’m not in the mood now. Another day, maybe.”

He sighed dramatically, placing his hands on his waist. “Fucking hell.”

I chuckled, jerking his t-shirt down so he’d sit on the bed. “It’s okay, drama queen. Just sleep.”

Chris pouted like an actual five-year-old. “Fine. My unromantic wife.”

I rolled my eyes, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. “Good night, dumbass.”

And with that, we finally got some damn peace because those bastards can't let us have pleasure.