My hand went to my mouth. On one wall there was an open wardrobe space with all of my clothes hanging in neat lines. A whole section was dedicated to all my shoes and trainers. Then there was a beautiful chest of drawers. I walked over to them, finding a framed photo of the five of us when we were teenagers. It brought tears to my eyes seeing us like that. We’d been through so much since it was taken, but it was a reminder of a time when we were innocent of things to come.
I set it down and continued looking around. There was a dressing table on the opposite side of my clothes with a mirror on the wall and all my makeup set out. A large rug covered half the room. It was black with little silver stars running across it, representing the night’s sky. There was a huge dark blue sofa by the window facing the cityscape. I went over to it, running my fingers along the soft fabric. My eyes darted up to the picture hanging above the sofa on the wall. It was a painting of Nyx, the goddess of the night, and four horses below her, each representing the horsemen.
I’d complained to Drake about not having a space in the penthouse. And they’d made me one. They’d changed their war room with its creepy photo display into a room for me. A space of my own. It not being a bedroom didn’t bother me. It would mean my clothes were all in one place. My very own personal dressing room and somewhere I could come when I needed space.
I turned and practically sprinted across the room. Then I was jumping on Drake, who had to take several steps backwards to stay upright. My legs wrapped around his waist as I buried my face in his neck.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
He put his arms around me. I shifted my head back and started planting kisses all over his face. Not sure how he felt about it, but he was smiling by the time I was done.
“You’re welcome.”
It was definitely him who had made this happen. When Drake got an idea in his head, he usually followed it through.
“I won’t tell anyone else how sweet you are to me. I mean, they know already.” I waved at Prescott and Francis. “But it’ll stay between us.”
He laughed and set me down, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Well, you can thank those two. They designed the room for you. I merely suggested we should.”
“When on earth did you have it all done?”
“We had people up here whilst you were at work to install all the wardrobe space. Today, we had all the furniture delivered and the finishing touches added.”
For Drake to be so thoughtful was a miracle in itself, but he’d changed so much since I’d broken down his walls. He’d become more like the boy of our youth whilst still maintaining the man he’d grown into. I got to see all sides of him and it made me appreciate him all the more.
“I love you so much.”
He bit his lip and stroked my cheek.
“My heart and all its love are yours, little wisp.
I rushed to Prescott next, who gathered me up in his arms, his blue eyes glinting as he smiled down at me.
“My perfect king made me a perfect room.”
“I’m glad you like it, little lamb. We wanted it to be special for you.”
“I love everything about it.”
He kissed me, making my heart melt. The way I loved this man and all his beautiful imperfections made my chest swell. He might like to think he was bad, but in my eyes, he was kind, caring, and compassionate. He loved me fiercely, knew exactly what I needed before I did, and never failed to give me whatever I asked him for.
“I love you,” I whispered against his lips.
He nuzzled my nose before he pulled away.
“I love you too, sweetness.”
His arms fell back to his sides. I stepped up to Francis. The way his silver-grey eyes glittered as he took me in had my heart soaring.
“Let me guess, you chose the colours and the furniture.”
“How did you know?”
“Because it’s you, Frankie.”
He took my hand and tugged me against his chest.
“Me, eh?”
“Yeah, my sneaky deviant who knows me so damn well, it’s scary sometimes.”
He rested his forehead against mine and cupped the back of my neck.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It’s a compliment of the highest order because I’m so in love with you, I don’t know what to do with myself.”
His smile could have lit up the whole damn room. Francis deserved all my love, praise, and compliments. He was my safety in all the madness of our lives.
“My beautiful little whore, I love you to the stars and back.”