Page 52 of Mated To The King's Gamma
“Yes, but I don’t think I can keep the promise I made to her if she tries to do it again,” I whisper.
“I don’t think she will try again, Gannon. Whatever Azalea did, it made her want to live. Abbie spent so much time trapped in her past that she forgot she now has a future, and that future is with you and Tyson. You just may need to remind her of it occasionally,” she tells me, passing me the soap and loofah.
I take them, and she pats my cheek before leaving. “I will take Tyson for the night. I will have Dustin come and grab Tyson for me, too,” she tells me.
“Thank you,” I tell her, and she nods, closing the door and leaving me with Abbie. I strip my pants off and climb into the shower. Abbie sits at my feet, with her back pressed against the shower wall while I quickly wash myself before kneeling to wash her. She jerks awake when I pull her head under the water, coughing and spluttering. She wipes her eyes, peering around.
“You’re safe. It’s just me,” I tell her, and she sighs before starting to relax realising she is safe with me. Leaning out of the shower quickly, I grab her toothbrush and mouthwash.
I put toothpaste on it, passing it to her, but her eyes are already closing. “Abbie, brush your teeth,” I tell her, placing the toothbrush in her hand and bringing it to her mouth. She chews on it while attempting to brush her teeth. I quickly wash her hair before tilting her head back while laughing at her when I try to pull the toothbrush from her mouth.
“Open your mouth,” I chuckle, scrubbing her teeth the same way I watch her scrub Tyson’s every morning and night.
“Spit,” I tell her when I am done. She does, mostly spitting it on herself, and I quickly wash it off her.
“Come on,” I tell her. She sluggishly peers up at me, returning to her surroundings and glancing around again. It is clear she has already forgotten where she is. She is completely shitfaced, and she smiles lazily, and I roll my eyes, grabbing her under the arms and pulling her up.
“I think I drunkded too much,” she giggles, slurring each word and making me laugh.
“That you did,” I tell her.
“Did you find my bunny?” I raise an eyebrow at her, not knowing what she is talking about. I half drag her while she stumbles out of the shower. It takes me a solid twenty minutes to dress her because she keeps demanding her bunny, which I finally figured out is her damn slippers.
I place her in bed, tucking her in, her slipper tucked under one arm. Shaking my head, I put my boxers on before moving toward the door. I realize is slightly ajar. As I close it, I catch movement and open it, wondering if it is Clarice and if she needs something. When I open the door, I catch a glimpse of something I wish I could unsee. I blink at the scene before me. Damian had Tandi’s legs around his waist while he impales his cock in her while pressing her against the damn wall. I clear my throat. Staring up at the ceiling instead of his white ass.
“We have rooms for a reason!” I call out, and Tandi shrieks.
“Noted, we are getting there,” Damian growls, quickly rushing to his room down the hall. I shake my head, shut the door, and fall onto the couch.
Abbie will freak out if she wakes up with me on the bed next to her. She never lets me sleep next to her unless Tyson is between us. Besides a few stolen kisses and brief hugs, which is it. It is also what caused the incident the other day. Tyson has his own room now and still she refuses to sleep in the bed without him, or when I have put him in his room, I wake up to her there with him, or her creeping over to the couch. Shutting the lamp off and closing my eyes, I drape my arm across my face. The sky is already starting to lighten, yet sleep takes me.
A while later, I am abruptly awoken from oblivion by a loud crashing noise, which has me sitting up instantly. My eyes peer around the room, adjusting to the darkness as my night vision kicks in. I sigh, finding Abbie getting to her feet from the floor. She giggles, and I sit up just as she stands.
“Abbie, you should be asleep,” I groan, rubbing my eyes when I feel her body hit mine as she stumbles into me. I catch her to realize she has shredded her clothes in her sleep.
“Abbie,” I stammer. She only giggles, climbing into my lap, her lips attacking me. I grip her arms, but she pushes me back, straddling me. Her mouth crashes against mine, and I groan, kissing her back before regaining my wits and pushing her back.
“Abbie, you’re drunk,” I tell her. She slurs and mumbles while her hands continue to tug at my clothes. I remove my shirt, dragging it over my head.
“You don’t want me,” she pouts while sitting up.
“Not while you’re drunk, I don’t. Now lay down,” I tell her, patting my chest. She ignores me, instead trying to kiss me, and I sigh.
“Abbie!”
“I want you,” she whines, licking my chest.
“And if you still want me in the morning, you can have me, but not while you’re like this,” I tell her, yet still she insists, and I roll my eyes, tucking her beside me and locking my arms around her squirming body. Her ass rubbing against my crotch, making me extremely uncomfortable as I trap her between the back of the couch and my chest.
I sigh and purr before realizing my calling will work on her now, and I take full advantage of it, letting it calm her and essentially knock her out.
I am not giving her another reason to hate me. And fucking her, while she is like this, will make me hate myself as much as she will hate me in the morning.
“Sleep, love, you’re safe with me,” I whisper, kissing her cheek. She squirms but gives up eventually, while I enjoy having her this close, loving the feel of her body safe in my arms.
20
I am livid. Gannon said he would get one of the guards to watch over them; I just didn’t expect it to be Liam. And why would she agree? And she was acting like it was no big deal, and I was the one overreacting? I stalk after her as she storms off toward our room, where I left Clarice to watch Hunter and Tyson.
