Though I’m pretty hopeful you didn’t get to live on as a bean. That would be a shitty fate. No one wants their afterlife to end in a burrito.
Okay, I’ve totally circled the point here but if you are watching me from a bean somewhere in this house then you probably already realised I’m dating four men including my husband. Weird, right? You should see the faces of the sorority girls who show up here daily looking to party with my boys. Kyan put a sign up on the door once with a filthy picture of me naked on a throne between all of my guys with the words: a queen with four consorts lives here. They definitely think I’m some kind of witch, but most of them think I’m the boss kind. I even made a few friends out of them who I get to do girly shit with.
OMG I didn’t even tell you. So Saint bought a whole frat house for us and named it Nu Kappa, it was legit set up and decked out with everything we needed when we arrived. And he totally let a load of guys pledge themselves to the fraternity too and then the Night Keepers put them through the most insane hazing you could ever imagine – and to top it all off, Saint didn’t offer a single one of them a place in the house. He said he didn’t want anyone else living with us, so he clearly just went through with the whole thing so that he could haze those guys!
Honestly? I think it’s overkill. Especially the super super super king bed he got specially made for all of us. I have no idea how they got it in the house, it takes up a whole room. But it’s sooo comfy. And yes, I’m a total whore who sleeps with four guys every night and yes I let them do all kinds of crazy shit to me. Okay that was TMI. But there it is. And I’ve never been happier.
“What are you up to, baby?” Kyan’s mouth pressed to the scar on my temple as he leaned over me, resting his tattooed hands either side of my letter on the desk as his bare chest brushed my shoulders.
“Writing to Jess,” I said, tilting my head all the way back to look up at him.
He smirked as he dropped his head and kissed me upside down, his tongue stroking the roof of my mouth in the weirdest fucking way. When he pulled back, he snatched my pen and wrote underneath my last paragraph.
Hey Jess! It’s Kyan here. The psycho husband. If you’re a ghost, I strongly encourage you not to haunt this house when I’m around your sister. She can’t help but take her clothes off and throw herself at me whenever she sees my massive c
I snatched the pen back, elbowing him in the gut and writing on below his words.
Sorry about him. I had to buy him a neck brace to help support his big head.
Kyan started kissing my neck. “I wanna show you something…”
I smiled, leaning into his touch and finishing up my letter.
I’ve got to go now but I promise I’ll write again soon. Oh and…I wanted to tell you I’ll be scattering Dad’s ashes today. He’d have wanted you to be there and I know in some way you will be. But just in case you didn’t get the memo. Here it is.
Love you forever,
Tatty xxx
“Tatty,” Kyan murmured into my neck. “I like that.”
“You can’t call me it, it’s sacred,” I laughed as his mouth tickled my neck.
“Damn, you shouldn’t have said that. Now I have to defile it.” He nipped at my flesh and I batted at him as I got out of my seat. I was in pink yoga pants and a white sports bra. It was only spring, but I was tempting fate by dressing for summer, begging it to come to Connecticut soon.
I ran my fingers down Kyan’s chest, following the lines of the ink to the raised scar on his left side. He’d tattooed the word ‘bulletproof’ along the length of it and it made me wish he was.
“Why’d you have to go and make a memento out of one of the worst moments of my life?” I asked, looking up at him and batting my lashes.
He rested his forehead to mine and smiled darkly. “Because I like to remember that even a bullet can’t take me from you, baby. I’m