Page 66 of Undisputed Chaos
"So generous," I teased, unlocking my screen.
My smile faded as notifications flooded my display. Thirty-nine missed calls from Crew and a barrage of texts, each more freaked out than the last:
Crew
ISLA WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL????
WHO WAS THAT GUY
CALL ME RIGHT NOW
I’M GOING TO KILL YOU
ISLA ANNIKA HILLS
HELLO?????????????????????????
My stomach swooped.
"Oh god," I breathed, scrolling through the messages with growing horror.
Adrian lifted his head, instantly alert to the change in my mood. "What is it?”
I twisted the phone so he could see, scrolling through the horror-filled messages. “My brother saw the livestream. He’s… freaking out.”
Adrian's expression shifted from concern to something more calculating, then settled into a smile that was equal parts apologetic and utterly unrepentant.
"Oops?" he offered, not looking remotely sorry. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand still tracing patterns on my skin.
"Want me to talk to him? FaceTime to stun the guy?”
The thought of Adrian—six-foot-four of tattooed muscle, not to mention famous in a way Crew was definitely aware of,meetinghim… that would be insane.
Crew might literally pass out.
"Maybe not yet," I mumbled, trying to imagine how that conversation would go. "I should probably call him first so he doesn’t die.”
Adrian nodded, surprisingly understanding. "Fair enough." Hepressed a kiss to my temple, then rolled onto his back, pulling me with him so I was sprawled across his chest.
"But after that, you're all mine again. No more distractions, not even little brothers.”
I made a face, and then took a deep breath, thumb hovering over Crew's contact.
Adrian shifted behind me, his large body radiating heat as he propped his chin on my shoulder to peer at my phone screen.
"Thirty-nine missed calls," he whistled, his breath tickling my ear. "Your brother's persistent."
“He’s younger, but he’s always been protective,” I explained, thumb hovering over the call button as I blew out a breath.
Adrian's arms locked around my waist, lips brushing my skin. "I like him already. Guys who take care of their girls are my favorite kind.”
I leaned back into his heat, drawing strength from his solid presence as I finally hit the call button.
Crew answered on the first ring, his voice bursting through the speaker.
"ISLA! What the actual—" His voice came in a shriek, concern and panic colliding. "Where have you been??? I've been calling all night???”
"I'm fine, Crew. I was just?—"
