BOUND TO THREE BILLIONAIRES

*Chapter 1 — The Night That Ruined Everything* My name is Lyra Vance, and I was not supposed to be at that party. If anyone asks me tomorrow how I ended up in a penthouse on the 10th floor wearing a borrowed dress held together by office pins, I will not have an answer that makes sense. My mother needed surgery. The hospital said we don't have much time. My landlord had already sent a letter to pay the rent. I was already owing for 2 months, and Tasha,my only friend who still picked my calls said,"Follow me, just carry tra, they pay $200." $200 can pay my rent atleast and a month of medicine for my mum. So, I followed her. The dress was not mine. It was Tasha's own, Champagne gold, she called it. to me. It was not shiny and too tight on the hips, too loose on the waist, so she pinned the back with three office pins. Every time I breathed, I prayed it would not pop. My shoes were also borrowed, one size bigger, so I had to drag my feet when I walked. The service elevator was smelling of different stuff i cant even specify.When it opened on the 10th floor, the air changed. It was an elite party. Everywhere was screaming luxury. Cool music, not too loud, no people shouting and no girls dancing. The place was calm, the kind that rich people like. Low golden lights, glass walls showing all of New York, lights like stars. About twenty men in suits, all standing in small groups, talking low, holding whiskey. No women, only me. Just me, checking. I held my tray with two small glasses of red wine and tried to be invisibe. move b***h, don't stand there like a statue. I moved. My bigger shoe caught on the thick carpet. And then it happened. The tray tilted. It fell. Glass shattered. Wine flew and landed straight on the white shirt of the man standing alone by the window. Silence. The whole room turned. I wanted the floor to open. "Oh my God! Sir, I'm sorry, sorry," I started shaking. "I will clean it, I will -" He didn't shout. He put his glass down gently and looked at me. He was young, maybe 28. Black hair, grey eyes, jaw so sharp it could cut, and a well shaped lip. I was so lost admiring him. How can a human be this handsome and rich? "You," he said. His voice was low but everyone heard it. Now I was jolted out of my thought by that voice. "Oh God, am I mad? In this situation, I was busy admiring this man. I definitely need help." "I... I can pay..." I said stupid nonsense. Pay with what? He stepped closer. He was so tall I had to look up. He looked at my name tag, then at my back where the pins were. "Lyra - Staff, with office pins holding your dress. Tell me, Lyra, how will you pay?" Before I could answer, two other men came. One in black leather jacket, dark hair, scar on his lip. He smiled like he already knew my secret. The other in navy suit, with blonde-brown hair, eyes that scanned me from head to toe. "Julian problem?" the leather jacket one said. "Your caterer ruined my $3000 shirt," Julian said. His hand was still on my waist, his fingers touching the pins. "Interesting. Cute. Come here, sweetheart." "Don't touch me," I said, pushing him. The one in suit laughed. "Fire. I like fire." Julian grabbed my wrist, not to hurt, but I also couldn't run. "She's mine tonight," he said. "No, no," the leather jacket one — Damon — said. "The game remember... Anyone you find interesting tonight is shared." Cole, the one in suit, nodded. My phone vibrated in my purse. Mama. She was waiting in the hospital. I said, "Please, I need to go. My mum is in the hospital. I just came for a catering job, please." The three exchanged a look. Not pity. Interest. Like bored lions seeing something move. "How much?" Cole asked, lifting my chin. "I'm.....I'm not like that," I whispered, tears coming. "No one said you are..." Cole said softly. "One night, company, talking, and your mum gets surgery. We all win." My phone vibrated again and again. I looked at the three of them. Three handsome billionaires who owned the city and hated each other, but shared this one sick game. I should have run. I should have said no. But I thought of Mama in white bed, coughing. "Just... one night?" I whispered. Julian leaned, lips near my ear, yourself wild night, that's all, and you get paid. You stay with us one night, no one will force you" My heart was screaming No... But my head said otherwise, and I nodded that ruined everything. My heart was beating so loud I thought they would hear it. Boom-boom, like a drum in my chest. My legs were shaking inside those big shoes, and my hands were sweating so much. Julian was so close I could smell him. Not just perfume. Something clean, expensive, like cold water and wood. His grey eyes were looking down at me, and for a second, I forgot about the pain. I forgot about my mother. I forgot... I saw a man who looked at me like I was priceless, like I was something... "Damn, this man is so hot," I said before I could stop myself. He smiled and whispered, "Are you sure?" "You can still say no, Lyra. You can walk out that door now, and I will still give you $2000 for your trouble." Damon laughed behind me. "Julian, stop pretending you are a good man. We all know you want her." "I want her to choose," Julian said, his eyes still on me. "Choose? What choice do I have? Go home with $0 and watch my mother die? Or stay one night with three strangers and save her?" My phone vibrated again — maybe the hospital calling that she is in pain. That... made my decision. "Yes," I said, my voice shaking. "One night... Please don't hurt me." Cole stepped forward, the gentle one, and took my phone from my shaking hand and switched it off. "We won't hurt you, Lyra, we promise." Damon picked up my small purse from the floor where it fell when I spilled the wine,He put the bundle of cash inside, zipped it, and handed it to me like I was a lady not a caterer. Julian then removed his stained white shirt right there in front of everyone, and I saw his chest — broad, with a tattoo on the side. He didn't care. He walked to the bar with just under shirt and poured himself a glass of whiskylike nithing happened. "Come," he said to me, holding his hand out. And I Lyra Vance, the gurl who came to carry tray for 200 dollars,held a rich man's hand and followed three billionaires into a private room,with my borrowed dress and office pins, and my fake gucci purse. My legs were shaking with every step and my bigger shoes making tap tap sound on the marble floor. I knew I was sinning, i knew this night would ruin everything But I walked anyway. Inside that private room was not what I expected. I expected bed immediately. But no, it was like living room itself with black leather couch, fireplace burning low, and a big window showing the whole city lights From here, the city looked so small. From here like toys and I felt even smaller. Damon closed the door behind us, and that click made my stomach drop. "Relax," Cole said, seeing my face. He poured water for me not wine "drink You're shaking." I took the water but my hand was shaking so much that it spilled on my hand. Julian collected the glass from me gently, his fingers touching mine for a second,His hand was warm mine was cold. "sit" he said. I sat on the edge of the couch, knees together, holding my purse tight like it would run. "Damon sat opposite me, legs wide open, eyes never leaving me. "you've never done this before,have you" he said, i shook my head,"No." Good Julian said quietly. sitting beside me but not too close."we don't like experienced we like real. Cole sat on the other side, so I was in the middle, Julian on the left,cole on the right, Damon in front staring. Three billionaires, and me, a broke girl with office pins holding her dress. I smelled my own cheap perfume,mixed with their expensive ones. I felt out of place, dirty, but also for the first time that night I felt seen ,nit as a caterer, not as a poor girl but as a woman. And that feeling scared me more than money. I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn't notice Julian had moved closer I only noticed when I felt a warm chill run through my spine. I turned and found him smirking, so annoying I wanted to scream but I remembered I agreed to this plus jeez this man is so fine, the nose, eyes, lips everythingso perfectlike he was created separately from the rest of the world. A grab on my waist brought me back to reality,I looked at the whole roo. three handsome billionaires staring at me like am some food there were waiting to devour,I won't blame them,who won't stare,Am not rich but God gave m ea sexy body as a compensation. I was not too slim nor too fat just perfect, a small waistline,a curvy ass and nice boobs I always admire myself each time I look at the mirror and I always smile and appreciate God for that. Julian grabbed my jaw and the next thing his lips landed on mine. It was my first, I was supposed to be feeling disgusted right? but no felt good. i even wanted more, His hand lingered around my waist for a while then he stopped poured himselfa drink and gave me a glass too, i staredat his brothers shame washing through me, there were all smilling I hoped for the ground to open and swallow me cus I was so flustered i took a sip and it felt sweet and hot at the same time am not a fan of alcohol but I liked it and I was given another and another the next minute I was feeling like I own the world and laughing like a lunatic,they were busy teasing me and I was laughing so loudly. Julian came close again and I grabbed him myself. Damon came behind me and grabbed my ass I moaned a bit,Cole was still sitting and watching the show,the next thing Julian lop was on mine,the kiss was so intense I could the feel the hotness of the room even with the A.C on. Then Cole came,touching my boobs, I was in cloud nine, jeez I didn't realise I was already naked then Julian whispered softly,"it's gonna hurt a but then pleasure" I nodded like a fool . Three billionaire's, one waitress, I came to serve for 200 dollar, and now i would be going home with 10,000 dollar,without my viginity, I should have ran but I stayed and that's where it all began.