The Nature of Chaos

Copyright © 2023 Rayne WellsAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.Cover design by: KreatediNKhaosPrinted in the United States of America If you want to fly, you have to give up everything that weighs you down. Chapter OneSamI woke up with my face resting on a plump ass I had apparently been using as a pillow for who knows how long last night. When I propped myself up to look around the room, I realized my hand was still wedged between Mystery Woman's legs.Well, hello there.By the looks of the lace-up tattoos running up the backs of both of her tawny thighs with big bows inked right under the aforementioned plump ass, I knew it was Sasha. I withdrew my hand, and she whimpered sleepily as she rolled her ass up toward my face."Mmm, good morning, handsome,” she purred.I stretched and let out a yawn. "I don't know if I'd say it's good, but hey, beautiful."She rolled onto her back, and as a result, her bare, naked pussy was right in front of my face. I grinned and bit her thigh, then slowly sat up in the bed. It was only then that I realized a girl I didn't recognize was passed out with her hand down my boxers.Holy shit–did we have a threesome? What the hell even happened last night?Well, for starters, some idiot decided to throw a party.It’s me. I’m some idiot.I have zero regrets, though–I never do.I remembered the shots, the beer pong, the keg stand, and the nose candy. I even remembered bending Sasha over the sink in my bathroom at some point, but… I couldn’t remember shit else.Okay–I know that sounds bad.Hear me out.I've always been a free spirit, okay?I like to let loose. Sometimes I get a little... carried away.What can I say? My friends call me ‘The King of Chaos’ for a reason.I removed New Mystery Woman's hand from my boxers, but not before her hand tightened around my morning wood—and holy hell, that woman has a grip. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and stood, immediately regretting the sudden movement. My head was spinning, and my brain felt like it wanted to jump right out of my skull and run into oncoming traffic. Realistically, it had a right to–it was probably one hundred percent hydrated with alcohol.I stumbled over a few more people who were passed out on the floor in my room and felt my way down the walls of the hallway. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I puked like a geyser straight into the toilet. My head pounded, and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.Hangovers from hell are the literal fucking worst.Guess I partied a little harder than I remember.Cloey, my admittedly chubby English bulldog with a ridiculous underbite, came snorting her way into my bathroom to check on me. She was, in my humble opinion, the best pick of her litter. She was sweet, loyal, a cuddle bug, and slept about as much as I did–maybe even more. She had one blue eye and one brown eye, and her coat was a mix of white and fawn.Cloey walked up to me and rooted around at my calve, then began licking my leg until I reached down to pet her.“I know, girl. I’ll let you out in a sec. Just let me get at least half of my cylinders firing again.”My best friend, Ethan, appeared at the bathroom door and patted Cloey on the head. “Hey, fat-bottom girl. You making sure your jackass dad’s still alive?” He chuckled, stood up straight and took a look at me. “Fuck, man–you look like shit. You should be happy it’s Friday.”I flicked him off and rinsed my mouth out in the sink.Ethan and I had known each other since we were kids, and he was the only person who knew every single thing there was to know about me–even my little recreational nose candy habit. He didn’t care for it. I kept telling him I had it under control, but to be honest, lately I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince more–him or myself.“Good morning to you too, asshole.”He handed me three ibuprofen and a bottle of water. “Drink up, ya big baby. It’s already eight-thirty.”Fuck. Cam’s probably really pissed at me right now.“Damnit, why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”“I tried, man. You were passed the fuck out; I was almost worried. I checked on you a few times to make sure you didn’t suffocate yourself between Sasha’s amazing asscheeks.” A grin curved his lips.I pursed my lips. “I mean, it wouldn’t be a terrible way to go…” I flushed the toilet and ambled back down the hall and into my room. Sasha was back under the covers and appeared knocked out again. The passed out partiers that were lying along the floor just a few minutes ago had left the room. I walked over to my closet and rummaged through my dresser drawers until I found what I was looking for, then headed back to my bathroom.“Jesus, Sam–don’t you think last night was enough? Maybe you should give it a rest…”Ethan reached for the dimebag in my hand, but I yanked my hand away. “Oh, calm down, don’t be a vagina. I just need a little pick-me-up before I go to the shop so Cam doesn’t give me shit for being so hungover.”Ethan leveled me with a look. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You also shouldn’t be high as a fucking kite and working on peoples’ vehicles, Sam–that’s beyond reckless. And, vaginas are, objectively speaking, quite strong. They squeeze babies out. Your insult would