Riches | The inheritance games

Chapter 58

Dark Red by Steve Lacy.

Something bad about to happen to me.

I woke up in Jameson's bed at around 11am. My whole upper body feels achy and painful. I look around and see my dress on the floor piled like a mountain. Jameson sleeps peacefully beside me. Watching him makes me feel better about everything that happened last night. 

I crawl out of his hold and creep to his bathroom. I take off the t-shirt he gave me and see thousands of bruises lining my rib cage. That fucking dress. The corset was so tight it's left bruises all around my upper body. 

I get in his shower. When I'm finished I wrap one of his ridiculously soft towels around my body. I walk into his room again and see him still sleeping, now cuddling a pillow close to himself in place of me. 

I get changed into some denim shorts and underwear I left here from a couple days ago and one of his white band shirts. I don't know the band and the shirt is too big but I wear it anyway because it smells like him.

It's 12pm now and Jameson continues to sleep. I flop down beside him. He ditches the pillow and cuddles into me again. "I'm hungry Jamie, get up and get something to eat with me." I beg. 

"I love it when you call me Jamie." He smirks against my neck. "Well I'll just have to go call someone else Jamie because this Jamie is not letting me get food." I complain. 

"You're lucky i love you." He groans, pushing himself out of bed and throwing on his shoes from last night. 

"Seriously? You're not even changing?" I ask as I look at his shirt and trousers from last night, his hair messy and face tired. He walks into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. 

When he returns he walks out, looking exhausted as if he didn't sleep at all last night.

I catch up with him, closing his door for him and grabbing his hand. 

"I'm not a morning person." He whines as the bright lights of the hallway make him squeeze his eyes shut. "Well it's a good thing it's the afternoon." I smile, dragging him faster.

We get into the dining room, where everyone sits at the long table. He waddles lazily towards the kids table.

The kids table. A thing only recently brought into Hawthorne House to give us privacy to talk about our own things but letting the adults think they're the ones getting a break from us.

We sit beside each other, with Max and Xander opposite us, Avery and Grayson both sit at either heads of the table.

I place my hand on Jameson's knee, slowly rubbing circles with my thumb. We are served our lunch: a bowl of vegetable soup, some bread and a side salad. 

Jameson looks like he's about to fall asleep in his soup. "How are you Paris?" Avery asks quietly, next to me. "I'm fine." I nod. And I'm not lying. Somehow after all that happened last night i'm okay. "You sure?" She asks again. "Positive." I smile, glancing to Jameson. Everyone else seemed to listen in on our conversation except Jameson, who is struggling to stay awake. 

"Is everything okay?" I ask Jameson. "Yeah, just a little tired." He murmurs. 

"You should go back up to bed." I tell him with a frown. "No." He shakes his head. 

I've seen him morning tired. This isn't just a morning kind of tired. This is exhaustion. As if he never slept last night. 

I don't push it, letting him struggle to not fall asleep whilst we all start eating.