40 - Ladyballs

~Gemma~

Tyson made coffee while we three ladies sat at the kitchen island. I had to admit, the Chase boys were real handy in the kitchen.

Damon sent me a text, wishing me and Irina a pleasant visit and promising to contact me soon. I sent him a heart eyes and a kissy-face emoji.

Irina took my phone and set it on the counter. “Gemma, he did wrong tonight. Let that hot-headed vamp sweat it out for at least a day.”

“You’re right.” I pouted. “But I don’t have to like it.”

Alpha Devlin strolled in wearing black jeans and a white tee. His hair had been combed. He caught me ogling him and he smirked. Dammit.

“Now who the fuck is hungry?” He asked.

We all raised our hands, including Tyson.

“Hey Ty!” I grabbed the corner of his shirt as he poured me coffee.

“One lump or two?” He asked cheekily as he grabbed the container of my stevia sweetener.

I ran a finger down his arm. “I prefer two. But then you know that, right?” I winked at him.

“Christ, Gemma.” He swallowed, his Adam’