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Chapter Twelve

Jolie

I don’t know if I have mentioned how awesome the food is here at Olympia. Everything is ordered through an app on my phone. Breakfast, lunch, and even dinner is an option to take home.

They also have a breakfast bar set up in the morning for things like cereal and muffins. All hot food, though, has to be preordered. Lunch is the same; there is a selection of pastries you can just grab, but anything else is made to order. The fridges are fully stocked with drink selections and fruit.

You literally take your seat and use your app to say where you are seated by inputting your table number. And like magic, your food appears.

A server brings my food out on a tray, as I chose the dine-in option. Sinclair and Jimmie are sitting with me today since, unfortunately, we don’t all have lunch at the same time every day like we did in high school.

“I don’t know how people do this more than once,” Sinclair complains. “I thought I would be glowy and radiant.”

“You’re radiant in my eyes, sweet cheeks,” Colt says, plopping down beside Sinclair and kissing her lightly on the lips.

“You’re the reason I’m so fat! You keep feeding me!” She laughs lightly, slapping Colt in the arm.

“If my baby boy wants food, I will feed him. He is doing his prime growing inside that cute belly.”

I watch as Colt rubs her stomach, and Jimmie sighs.

“I think Betty wants to have sex,” he blurts out, causing all eyes at the table to move to him.

“And there is a problem with that, why?” Colt asks, bewildered that anyone would not want to have sex.

“Because I don’t know if I like vaginas,” Jimmie throws back.

“There is only one way to find out—go muff diving—and if you don’t like it, try a cock meat sandwich,” Colt says matter-of-factly, as if it’s just that easy.

“You’re so eloquent with your words,” Sinclair says with a laugh, and Colt gives her one of his signature megawatt smiles. Jimmie groans and rests his head in his hands, rubbing his face.

“If you want, I will make a bet with Khoda. When he loses, he will have to have a three-way with you,” Colt offers.

“Because that doesn’t make him look desperate,” I say as a server places Sinclair’s food down in front of her, along with Jimmie’s and Colt’s.

“This whole situation sucks. At this rate, I will be a father before I lose my virginity. I should have just taken you up on your offer.”

“What offer?” Boston asks, taking a seat. Laughn squeezes between us, making me move and sit on his lap.

“None of your business,” I snap defensively. Poor Jimmie doesn’t need them breathing down his neck for something I offered before we were together.

“Everything about you is my business,” Laughn growls in my ear.

“I was just kidding, and Jolie knows that. She offered to take my virginity when she first came back.”

I can feel Boston’s glare cutting into me like a jagged piece of glass. “Did she just?”

“Jolie, the virginity stealer. What’s your count... three?” Laughn asks, tickling my side.

“Four, actually.” I giggle, trying to dodge his fingers. Sinclair laughs, and Colt leans forward and high fives me. My phone vibrates, and I pull it out of my pocket.

Melinda

Hi, sorry I haven’t replied to your messages. I have been under the weather and Ziyon made me rest for a few days. I’m all better now and can’t wait to see you again.

Me

I’m glad you’re feeling better. Let me know when you are free and we can catch up again.

Melinda

Soon, I promise. Ziyon is taking me somewhere for my birthday but I will let you know.

Sending back a smiley face, I pocket my phone just as the bell goes, and excitement fills me. I signed up for a class with Creed, designed for anyone who wants to be a forensic technician. Though, I just want to cut dead bodies open.

“Wildflower, I’ll walk you to class,” Laughn says, standing as I do. He throws his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body.

“I’m perfectly capable of walking to class by myself.”

“I know, you’re a badass bitch, but I miss you—I’m being needy.”

Trying my hardest, I hold in my laugh at him being dramatic. “Laughn Taylor, you’re not needy. You’re perfect for my crazy ass. And you don’t treat me like I’m breakable.”

We stop just outside the classroom, and he pulls me into his chest. His arms wrap around me, then he drops his hands down to squeeze my ass.

“That’s because you’re not breakable. Our journey will be epic, even with the babies. I love the fuck out of you.”

Looking up, I take in his green contact lenses, a sight I’m now used to. It was weird at first, but now he looks odd when he takes them out. While he may be a freak to others, when you get under the surface and see his layers, he is fierce, protective, loving, and yes, a little crazy. Laughn found his armour after he lost me. It was a way to cope—everyone has something. Some armour is visible on the outside, and for others, it’s harder to see, but it’s there. Like me, for instance. When my makeup is on, I’m invincible, and I don’t allow others to see beyond the pretty face.

“Don’t eat her before class. We have bodies to cut open,” Kai says.

I must admit, when I first met Kai, his personality was forced, and I didn’t connect with that, but once he let his guard down, I got to see the goofball who can barely dress himself before coffee. The guy who cares enough he purchased copies of baby books for everyone.

“She can’t resist this tongue,” Laughn says, flicking his snake-like tongue at Kai, who just flips him off. Laughn leans down and makes a show of kissing me as we stand in front of the classroom slash cold room. Students whoop and some complain, but it isn’t until someone clears their throat that Laughn pulls back and winks at me. My legs go weak, and Kai steps up behind me with a laugh.

“That’s a man I would be happy with on top of me,” he whispers and sighs.

I need to broach the subject of his bisexuality. I know Kai chose me, but I want to see how we explore it. There has to be a way.

“Everyone in, and you,” Creed says, looking at Laughn, “get to your class.”

“My brother, the cock blocker,” Laughn says with a laugh. The hallway has cleared out, and Creed looks around carefully before he moves closer to Laughn.

“That’s because I want her on my cock, not yours.”

Kai chuckles and pulls me into the classroom before the dick measuring starts. “Since when are you in classes?” I ask him as he pulls out a seat for me. This room is set differently. It has a metal bench that runs around the room with stools. A metal bed is in the centre of the room, and it’s damn freezing in here. I should have remembered my jumper.

“I graduated, but we can still take specialist classes if we register for them. And since Creed is an asshole and never lets me in the morgue, I figured I would join his class.”

“He’s going to kill you.”

“Kill me, fuck me—he would have to lay hands on me to do either.”

I laugh and shake my head. Fuck, I love him. It’s hard to not be happy around Kai.

“Talking about fucking, I’ll fuck you,” I offer.

Kai swings his body around to face me. “You already fuck me, and it’s great. I’m only joking about the guys.”

“I’m not worried about that. I mean me doing you if you catch my drift. There has to be a way,” I suggest.

Recognition hits, and a smile creeps up on his face. “Pegging.”

“What? Now isn’t the time to talk about pegs. I swear you’re so weird sometimes.”

“No,” Creed purrs, coming to stand beside me. Since I had turned to face Kai, I didn’t see him approach. A shiver runs through my body and goose bumps break out over my skin. “Pegging, where you ram a strap on into his ass.”

“Oh,” I say, squeezing my legs together. The thought of that turns me on, me holding all the power.

“Can we get on with the lesson instead of having to endure the start of this orgy?” Khale snaps.

I turn slightly and see him scowling at me, and I flip him off. Why hasn’t the dude pulled the stick from his ass yet? I may have to talk to Summer about this pegging stuff. It might do the wanker some good.

“Detention with me after class. There will be some disgusting shit to clean up, and I just heard you volunteer for the position, Khale.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he snaps. “Ever since this bitch has been back, she has caused trouble.”

Creed moves silently as usual, and he is across the room before I can even blink. Khale chose the wrong time to fuck with Creed because Kai is the type to watch before he intervenes. Creed picks Khale up by the throat, and he has no choice but to move himself as Creed moves. Khale’s large hand comes up to try to pull Creed’s hand from his throat.

“Don’t ever disrespect her again. She is your fucking boss now. And don’t think you can question me in my classroom. You want to hurt me right now, but do it the right way. Fight nights are still a thing—so it’s me and you. If you can beat me, then you can talk shit, but just remember, we are bigger, stronger, and faster than you will ever be.”

Khale’s face turns a weird shade of reddish blue before Creed throws him to the floor. “And that goes for any of you. If you have an issue, let’s do it the Olympia way, where you have the chance to beat the shit out of people you don’t like.”

“I don’t need this shit,” Khale spits, storming from the room.

Creed removes his jacket, passing it to me as he walks to the front of the room and pulls down a projector screen.

“Welcome to my class. I don’t pussyfoot around those with a weak stomach. If you puke, I will remove you from my class. All the bodies that we will work with have been donated. Everyone needs to be in their lab coats and gloves before class begins. There is a storage cupboard at the back of the room which will have face masks and goggles for those who want them. Kai, could you get the box in the back with the lab coats?”

Kai slips from his chair and moves to the storage room. “Gloves are on the wall over there, and a wastebasket is also in the corner of the room for you to dispose of your gloves before you leave each lesson. Your coats have your last name stitched onto the back, but they need to be thrown into the green basket. They will be washed and returned here for the next lesson. Again, you will find them in the storage room. It’s your responsibility to be here before I’m here, to be ready. Any questions?”

I raise my hand.

“Jolie.”

“Can we eat snacks in here?”

“If eating around dead corpses is your thing, have at it.”

I shrug in response. It would take more than a dead body to stop me from snacking right now. I’m so grateful that Petra packs me a snack box for the day. I pull a muesli bar from my pocket and wrap Creed’s suit jacket around my body to keep the cool air out.

Kai returns and hands out our lab coats. I’m thankful for the additional layer. I underestimated how cold it would be in here—that, or Creed just hasn’t noticed the chill.

“Um, teach,” Kai says with a smirk, and Creed just raises a brow at him. “Did you wanna check the temperature in here? Not all of us are immune to the cold, and we don’t need the babies to get frostbite.”

I’m not the only pregnant girl in the class. I’m not sure who she is, but I have seen her face in the meetings with the pregnant girls and their teams. She is one who doesn’t plan on keeping the baby after it’s born. She doesn’t even know if it’s hers, and neither do we. The research Chester has gone through suggests that a lot of these women are just incubators for embryos the scientists had been working on over time. We still don’t understand why Mr Z even bothered to use Summer, Sinclair, Blayne, and Betty, and for them to be the biological parents. Was it just him trying to be nice in his own weird way? Or did he think it would make it okay? Since he isn’t here, I can’t ask him. I just hope Chester and his team of scientists can figure it out.

Creed takes pity on all of us girls and fixes the temperature. It’s still cold as hell since we don’t want the body to smell out the room. Khale ends up stalking back into the room with an even bigger scowl than before he left.

Since this is the first lesson, Creed runs us through the toolkit we will need, which everyone was provided with and must bring to class. It’s weird knowing we can just walk around campus with what are essentially weapons, but I suppose we won’t be the only ones. I was hoping we would have jumped straight in and started cutting up body parts, but Creed takes his job seriously. It’s extremely sexy to see him talk about something he is so passionate about. Time flies, and once class is over, Creed calls me to the front of the room and dismisses everyone else. Kai says he will wait for me outside.

“You know, Tenshi, I like you wearing my clothes in front of everyone,” he says as I walk to the front of the room where his desk is situated.

“I like wearing your clothes, but if you think this,” I say, gesturing between us, “is going to lead to sex, you’re mistaken. I have been scarred for life over the last morgue experience. So you will have to wait until you get home.”

He smirks at me. “No, that can wait until the babies are born. I just wanted to tell you I have a body coming in. The Order called in one of their favours, and I have to do a full autopsy tonight and wanted to see if you would like to be my assistant.”

“Are you serious?” I ask in excitement, wrapping my arms around his neck and pushing up on my tiptoes so I’m closer to his face. Damn these Taylor men and how tall they are. “Do I get to cut things?”

“I might even let you cut the skull open this time.”

“And I might just suck your dick in the shower once we’re done,” I say, pecking his lips, and his jaw drops.

Creed gapes at me for a beat before he finds his voice. “I say you have yourself a deal, Tenshi. After dinner, you’re mine.”

Kai knocks on the door and gives us a pointed look, tapping on his imaginary watch. We still have another class before the day is over, and now that Creed has promised me a good time, I just know the rest of the day will drag on.