Chapter 90. Not the Worst Part

Nathaniel

I narrow my eyes at her clothes. She's wearing Justin's fucking shirt and looks rather comfortable with only that on—Jesus Christ.

Maximilian looks up from his plate of food and straight at her. "You got high?"

"Yeah, it was my first and last time." She wraps herself up with the blanket. "I must say—I don't understand the hype. The after-effects aren't good." She grabs a glass from the cupboard, making the blanket lift Justin's shirt to reveal more of the back of her bare thighs.

Jesus Christ.

I stuff a ravioli in my mouth and turn to Alexander. "Can you ask her to put on some fucking clothes?" I mumble to him.

Sebastian shakes his head as he drinks a bit of his wine. "I second that," he mumbles and goes back to staying silent.

"I was honestly lied to." She walks over to the fridge, still in her own little world. "Who the fuck likes getting hi