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In this dream, I can die happy and safe and not in the room made of nightmares.
Chapter Sixteen
RAELYN
“Do you want any of this?”Kayce stirs the Alfredo sauce into the fettuccini noodles, and I am practically drooling. The cheesy buttery sauce with a hint of garlic hits my nose. The minute it does, my stomach growls. Kayce’s lips turn up. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
He walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a bowl for me. Then he takes the scooper thing and puts some in there for me. Steam wafts off the pasta, and I close my eyes and take in the aroma. He passes me a fork, and I don’t waste any time diving in. The minute the creaminess touches my tongue, I moan.
Kayce drops the pasta scooper, and his eyes widen. “That was the best compliment a chef can get. Also, please continue. Don’t hold back. Make love to that pasta, Rae.” He smirks.
I can feel the heat in my cheeks as I look back down at my pasta. Kayce chuckles at getting the reaction he did from me. He loves to cook and has been making sure I’m fed and not going hungry.
“Jesus, it’s pasta, not sex.” Cameron frowns as he walks into the kitchen.
“Fuck off, asshole. She loves my cooking.” Kayce flips him off as he takes a bite of his pasta, munching happily.
“She’s a big girl. She can fend for herself,” Cameron scoffs.
He has a point. I don’t want them to feel like I’m taking advantage of them.
Suddenly, I’m no longer hungry. I push the plate away and get up to head to my room. The last thing I want to do is make it seem like I am asking them to take care of me. It’s quite the opposite.
“Look what the fuck you did. Goddamn it, you need to get laid. You’re a miserable cunt,” I can hear Kayce yell at Cameron.
I quickly head up the stairs and run into my room, shutting the door behind me and locking it to ensure I am left alone. It’s been a week since Drew brought me here, and it’s been nice to have a safe place to sleep.
I’ll be honest, this bed is way more comfortable than many of the other places I have slept with Ronnie or that room I was held in.
Ronnie.
I need to find her. I have no idea where she could be. I’m a little mad she left me at the bar. Or she disappeared long enough for me to get drugged.
Or maybe something happened to her? Maybe she was drugged too and wasn’t as fortunate to have a giant of a man come to her rescue. I rub my forehead. All of this is so much. It’s so overwhelming.
But being with all these men is a bit overwhelming, too.
Drew is a nice guy, and I oddly feel the most comfortable with him. Could it be some ‘he saved me’ sort of thing? I have no fucking clue, but he makes me feel at ease. He gives me space and lets me roam about.
Kayce likes to feed me. He’s constantly cooking and putting food in front of me. He makes funny little jokes that I try myhardest not to laugh at. Though it’s kinda nice to laugh. He seems to be the funny one in the group. And he talks a fucking lot.
Then there’s Tristan. The complete opposite of Kayce. He’s quiet. Tristan barely says much when he is around, but he’s always watching me. His blue eyes just bore into me. He tracks me throughout the house when he’s here. But he keeps his distance, sort of.
I walked into the kitchen needing some coffee the other day, and he already had a mug ready for me just the way I like it. I always know when he’s watching because I get a little tingling feeling.
Asher has been, well, professional. He is constantly monitoring me and asking me how I feel. My answer is always the same. I shrug and tell him I’m fine. What else can I possibly tell him? That my mind is a mess and I feel like a little lost puppy? That I try to stay awake at night so the dreams don’t come?
Asher has even mentioned that he would like me to talk to someone. I don’t know what they are going to tell me that I don’t already know.
That I’m fucking crazy. That I’m damaged goods.
And that leaves Cameron. What a fucking asshole. A complete and total ass fuck. He does everything to try and get the guys to hate on me.
Here’s the kicker: I have no idea what I did to deserve that.
Though what I gather is that he and Drew are tight because he has to catch for Drew. I’ve heard him tell his pitcher that I’m a distraction. He constantly acts like I stole his puppy. But whatever, he can hate me for whatever reason he has. It is what it is.
The worst part? All of them are literally hot as fuck. Like, each one of them is right out of the pages of the spiciest of romance novels. They shouldn’t be real. Yet here we are.