WET DESIRES WITH MY KINGS

Chapter One

​~ MIRA ~

​The world was beginning to tilt. I watched through a golden haze as I drained the second glass of champagne Freya had bought. I didn't care about the burn or the way the room hummed, I needed the numbness. I needed something, anything, to patch the broken parts of me. My father was deliberately tearing apart.

​I refilled the glass for a third time. I held it up like a trophy, watching the bubbles dance before pressing it to my lips. One small sip to tease myself, then I tilted my head back and let the rest burn its way down.

​"Arrgh..." I groaned, a loose, giddy laugh escaping me. "It feels like heaven. Oh my days, I love this!" I didn't care that the other patrons in the upscale bar were shooting me judgmental looks. For the first time in years, I felt light.

​"That's enough, Mira. Put the glass down," Freya snapped. She sounded irritated, which was strange considering she was the one who had dragged me here and convinced me that alcohol was the cure for a broken heart.

​"Come on, Freya! I'm having fun," I slurred, snorting as I reached for the bottle again. "You were right. The pain... it's going away. I feel different."

​I reached for a fourth pour, but a hand snatched the bottle away before I could touch it. It wasn't Freya's manicured hand.

Shocked, ​I whipped my head around, my vision swimming until Nora's face came into focus. She looked angry. She pulled out a chair and sat down with a heavy thud.

​"I didn't invite you here, you hungry cheap lizard!" Freya hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Who called you? Mira... did you call her?"

​I shook my head slowly, staring at the table as it seemed to vibrate.

​"You don't need to invite me," Nora shot back, her eyes fixed on Freya. "I don't wait for invitations from evil people like you."

​"Girls... please," I managed to mumble, blinking against the spinning room.

Nora and Freya had never liked each other. ​ Nora thought Freya was a dangerous friend in designer clothes, Freya believed Nora was a bitter bad influence dragging me down. I was caught in the middle, loving them both and losing myself in the process.

​"Sit and enjoy the view then," Freya sneered, leaning back. "I know a place this luxurious is a shock to your system. It's only thanks to Mira because if she weren't my friend, you'd never know that a bar like this exists." She shook her luxury handbag in Nora's face, a silent reminder of the gap between them.

​Freya started to stand, but Nora's hand shot out, clamping onto her arm.

I swallowed hard and ran my fingers through my hair. I hated seeing them fight because of me. And whenever they started, I could never stop them; and to be honest, I hadn't invited Nora. She showed up on her own. She consistently appears