Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 142: A Chill Day 1

The living room glowed with soft sunlight filtering through the blinds, the air warm and lazy as Freya, Rhea, and Kael sprawled on the couch.

Rhea kept sneaking glances at Kael, her grin sly as she munched popcorn. "Hey, Kael, you paying attention? Why’s Ember keeping her powers secret from her brother?" She tossed a kernel at him, her voice teasing, checking if he was following.

Kael caught it, popping it into his mouth with a smirk. "Doesn’t want him stressing. He’s got enough going on."

Rhea nodded, but her amber eyes narrowed playfully. "Alright so..., what’s the deal with that creepy crow the sorcerer’s got? Always stalking her."

"It’s his lookout," Kael said, leaning back. "Spies on Ember so he doesn’t have to get his hands dirty."

"Nice!" Rhea said, flicking another kernel, which Kael dodged, chuckling.

Freya’s breathing had slowed, her face relaxed against Kael’s lap, lulled to sleep by either the movie’s predictable plot or the steady warmth of his presence.

Her lips parted slightly, her long legs tucked under her, serene in the quiet moment.

Rhea noticed, her amber eyes softening, but she didn’t call her out, focusing instead on the screen as Ember unleashed a fiery explosion, destroying the sorcerer’s lair in a vibrant climax.

The credits rolled, and Kael clapped, his enthusiasm more for Rhea’s sake than the movie—it was decent, but her excitement carried it.

"Hell of a finish," he said, his voice warm.

Freya stirred, blinking awake, and quickly joined the applause, her blue eyes bright as if she’d watched every second. "Yeah, awesome ending," she said, stretching with a yawn, her long arms reaching high.

Rhea’s grin turned mischievous, her amber eyes glinting. "I saw you sleeping, Freya. You were out like a light."

"Oops," Freya said, her lips curving into a sheepish smile, rubbing her eyes.

By mid-afternoon, their stomachs growled, and Kael stood, stretching. "Late lunch. We’re cooking together."

Rhea groaned, slumping against the counter as they moved to the kitchen. "Fine, but I’m not chopping onions. They make me look like I’m crying."

Freya smirked, grabbing a knife and a cutting board. "You’re on cleanup then. I’ll handle the veggies."

Kael took the stove, pulling out chicken, bell peppers, carrots, and rice for a stir-fry.

Freya chopped with quick, steady slices, her hands cool from her ice powers, the peppers and carrots piling neatly. Rhea stirred the sauce—soy, garlic, and a touch of honey—sneaking tastes with a spoon, dodging Kael’s playful swats.

"Quit eating it all," Kael said, grinning as he seared the chicken, the sizzle filling the air with a savory aroma.

Rhea stuck out her tongue, stirring faster. "It’s quality control. You’re welcome."

Freya laughed, tossing a carrot slice at Rhea, who caught it in her mouth with a triumphant grin.

"Show-off," Freya said, her blue eyes amused.

They sat at the dining table, plates heaped with stir-fry, digging in with gusto.

Rhea, her mouth full, couldn’t stop talking about Melted.

"It’s got two more parts, you know. In the second, the sorcerer’s back with this ice dragon—total badass—and Ember’s brother finally steps up. They take it down together. And the third? Her best friend turns on her. Like, gut-wrenching betrayal."

Freya chewed slowly, her blue eyes narrowing. "Thanks for ruining it, Rhea. Guess we’ll skip the sequels."

Kael laughed, stabbing a piece of chicken. "Like you were gonna watch it."

Rhea grinned, undeterred, launching into another plot point. "Oh, and there’s this part where Ember’s brother finds out she’s been lying, and they have this huge fight—gets me every time."

Freya rolled her eyes but smiled, her fork pausing. "You’re obsessed. Maybe watch something new next time."

After lunch, they cleared the table, the clatter of dishes giving way to a new plan. Kael dug out a deck of cards from a drawer, his grin sly. "Go Fish. You guys know it?"

Rhea’s eyes lit up, her competitive streak flaring.

"Nope, but I’m gonna dominate. Teach me."

Freya leaned back, her blue eyes skeptical but intrigued. "This better not suck."

Kael explained the rules—ask for cards, match sets, steal from each other.

The first game was a mess, Rhea shouting "Cheater!" when Kael nabbed her queens, while Freya quietly built her pile, her face unreadable.

By the fifth game, it got heated. Freya’s sets stacked high, her blue eyes glinting with triumph as she outplayed them both, her long fingers deftly organizing her cards.

Rhea slammed her cards down, her amber eyes blazing. "No way you’re that good. Arm wrestling—now, Freya."

Freya’s smile was calm, confident. "You sure? I don’t want to hurt your pride."

Kael cleared the table, setting up an impromptu arena, his hazel eyes sparkling.

"This I gotta see."

Freya and Rhea locked hands, Rhea’s grip fierce but unsteady.

Freya pinned her in seconds, her strength overwhelming, her long arm barely straining.

Rhea rubbed her wrist, scowling. "Okay, you’re tough. But left hand—I’m taking you down."

Kael went next, his arm tensing against Freya’s. It was closer, but Freya’s focus won, her arm slamming his down.

Rhea, using her left hand, caught Kael off guard, pinning him with a triumphant yell.

"Yes! I’m the champ!" She danced around, pointing at Freya. "Left hand, you and me. Let’s go."

Freya’s grin was almost pitying.

They locked hands, and Freya crushed her, Rhea’s arm hitting the table with a thud.

Rhea slumped onto the couch, pouting. "You’re a freak," she muttered, grabbing the remote and flipping channels.

They settled back on the couch, Rhea landing on Gigantic, a romantic movie with characters named Zack and Pose.

The screen showed Zack and Pose at the ship’s bow, Pose’s auburn hair flowing in the wind as she stood behind Zack, her arms around him.

"I’m flying, Zack," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, the ocean glittering below.

Zack turned, his eyes locked on hers, and they kissed, slow and deep, the ship’s grandeur framing their embrace, the music swelling with soft violins.

The scene was raw, intimate, their love palpable as the camera lingered on their entwined hands, the ship’s deck fading into the starry night.

The romance hit Freya and Rhea hard, their breaths quickening, the movie’s passion stirring something deep.

Freya leaned closer to Kael, her fingers tracing slow, sensual circles on his arm, her blue eyes soft but intense, lingering on his lips, her breath warm against his shoulder.

Rhea pressed against his other side, her hand sliding onto his thigh, her amber eyes smoldering as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, whispering, "You feel that, Kael?"

Her fingers tightened, her touch bold, a silent challenge to Freya’s subtlety. The air crackled, their sudden affection fueled by the movie’s fervor, their bodies inching closer.

Kael’s pulse quickened, his hazel eyes darkening, but he grabbed the remote, shutting off the TV.

"Dinner time," he said, his voice a bit strained, standing quickly. "It’s late. We’re ordering out."

Rhea pouted, her amber eyes playful. "Pizza. Extra cheese, extra pepperoni."

Freya nodded, her blue eyes amused. "Sounds good."

The pizza arrived, and they sprawled around the dining table, sharing slices, cheese stretching with each bite. Rhea stole a pepperoni from Kael’s slice, grinning as he fake-glared.

"Thief," he said, tossing a crust at her, which she caught and ate with a smirk.

Freya ate neatly, chuckling at their antics, the meal loud with teasing and laughter.

Rhea started a mock debate about pineapple on pizza, insisting it was a crime, while Kael defended it just to rile her up, Freya siding with Kael to gang up on her.