29 Kicking some balls

***POV - Melaena

“MEL!” Kiara grabs me into a bear-collapsing hug as soon as my feet cross the threshold and she’s not letting go. “Never do that to me again, bitch.”

I smile and try to wiggle out of her arms cause I swear she’s restricting the blood flow to my lower regions.

“What happened to those weak arms of yours?” She immediately drops her hands and glares at me.

“Gmf, making jokes at a time like this. It was a one-night weakness, okay. Only happens whenever I need an ANNOYING guy’s help.” We both burst out in laughter leaving Jackson with a WTF expression saying “I don’t even want to know.”

“Okay, go get out of those bloody clothes, whatever they are.” She wiggles her fingers at me and pulls her face as if she’s Valentina and I just crashed her stage with a Prado outfit.

“Yeh, why are you wearing Damion’s clothes?” Jackson looks at me with his suspicious face. Damn.

“I was cold, don’t read too much into it.” I don’t need Jackson, of all people, on my case