I laughed the whole way down the stairs.
As I came to the end of the staircase, I noticed the girls were sitting in the room with the guys.
"Nicki, can we talk to you?" Mason said, motioning to Eddie.
"Sure." I already had a feeling about what they wanted to discuss.
I led Mason and Eddie to music room and made the room soundproof.
"What do you think about what you saw in my room?" Eddie asked me.
"I'm fine with it; just make sure you lock the door in the future."
"You're okay with it?" Mason squeaked.
"I do have one condition."
"Which is?" Eddie said.
"You have to tell the others that you're gay."
Mason and Eddie looked at each other.
"What happens if they call us freaks or fags?" Eddie barely whispered.
"How long have you two been together?" I asked them.
"I've been secretly dating Eddie for thirteen months." Mason told me.
"Do you love him?" I said.
"More than myself."
I understood what Mason had said. Even though I had only known Dimitri for a couple of days, I felt like I was in love with him. He knew more about me than my own mother did. That was saying a lot, considering that my mother raised me until I was nineteen.
I snapped out of my inner monologue and returned my attention to Mason and Eddie.
"Eddie, do you love Mason?"
"So much. I would die for him."
I smiled. "Then it shouldn't matter what everyone else thinks or says about the two of you. You both love each other and anyone who has a problem with that can go fuck their selves. Got it?"
"Okay, we'll tell them." Mason said.
"Agreed." Eddie grinned.
We left the room and sat down with the rest of the group.
"Eddie and Mason have some news." I told everyone.
Eddie cleared his throat. "I'm gay… and in love with Mason."
"And I'm gay and in love with Eddie." Mason said.
No one spoke. Tasha was, of course, the first to break the silence.
"So, I've been living with two fags?"
Everyone started verbally attacking her. I got up and stood in front of her.
"Let me tell you something," I seethed, "If you think that there is something wrong with two guys being in love, then you should pack your bags and get out of my house. And if you ever call Mason and Eddie fags again, I will break your neck. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"That goes for everyone else too." I said, sitting back down. "Anyone have anything else to say?"
"How long have you two been together?" Dimitri asked Eddie.
"Thirteen months."
"Well, why didn't you tell us?" Christian shrieked.
"We were afraid that you wouldn't accept us being together." Mason explained.
"Well, we do," Dimitri assured him, "Right guys?"
"Right!" everyone but Tasha chorused.
"Do they get to make out in front of us? That's really raunchy."
"Tasha, damn it, just shut the fuck up! I am getting so tired of hearing your fucking mouth!" Christian yelled.
"Fine." she huffed.
"Well, is everyone ready to go?" I asked, standing up.
"Yeah, we're ready." Lissa said.
"Okay. Lissa and Christian are riding with Mia and Marcus in the Lamborghini. Adrian and Tasha are riding with Eddie and Mason in Adrian's Pagani Zonda. Dimitri is going to ride with me on the motorcycle. Got it?"
Everyone followed me to the garage.
"Why do I have to ride with all guys?"
"Tasha, what do you do all day? Do you have a job or something?"
"Prostitute." Adrian coughed.
"Is your existence only for the sole purpose of making people miserable?" I continued.
"I have a job." Tasha protested. "I'm a model. In Russia anyway. This is my vacation."
I met eyes with Adrian, Lissa, Mia, and Marcus. They all looked doubtful at Tasha's job description.
"You're kidding." I said.
"No, I'm not. Jealous yet?"
"No, not at all." I assured her. "I guess that explains why you're so skinny."
"Why aren't you jealous?"
"I'm a princess. I've only found two people in my whole life to be jealous of."
"Who?" Lissa asked.
"Dimitri and Christian."
"Why us?" Christian said.
"Your mom is Olena Belikov!"
"And?"
"And? Olena fucking Belikov, owner and founder of Love Trap is your mother. That's the only makeup I use!"
"Your mom owns Love Trap?" Lissa yelled at Christian.
"Yeah."
"I don't like that brand. It makes girls look like sluts," interrupted Tasha.
Lissa turned towards Tasha at the same time I did. Dimitri and Christian stared at her.
"Are you saying that we look like sluts when we're wearing makeup?" I growled.
"Well, yeah."
"Tasha, you told my mom that you loved her brand." Dimitri said.
"Yeah, it's called lying."
I started towards her, but Dimitri wrapped an arm around me before I could get to close.
"The beach remember." he whispered in my ear.
"Fine; get in the cars you guys." I huffed. "Dimitri, you're driving."
"Hell yes!" he yelled, jumping into the driver's seat.
Dimitri pulled out of the garage as soon as the others moved the cars. We reached Langora Beach in fifteen minutes.