“Stop whining. You asked for this, kitten.”

Sylus’s deep voice, along with the sharp sound from his smack on your rear, rang in your ears. Currently bent over his knee, you whimpered in pain as his hand collided with your exposed skin. Meanwhile, Rafayel and Xavier stood in front of you, just by the armrest of the sofa. Xavier held your chin and tilted your head up while Rafayel slightly crouched down to meet your helpless gaze.

“Aww. Poor you. What happened to the mighty little brat? Cat got your tongue?”

Rafayel taunted mockingly with a shit-eating grin. Xavier, on the other hand, clicked his tongue and shook his head in disbelief.

“We told you to be patient, right? But you didn’t listen. Like you always do.”

How did this happen?

Well, despite knowing it wasn’t the best idea, you couldn’t resist being playful and mischievous around your boyfriends. After distracting Xavier and Rafayel from their game in an attempt to play the next round, you quickly ran to Sylus for cover, who was busy cooking in the kitchen. In your haste, you accidentally knocked the bowl of soup from his hands which was supposedly your dinner.

As if on cue, Zayne entered the living room, fresh from hospital duties. Your eyes lit up upon seeing him—a sliver of hope amidst this ordeal.