The Kennedy's Charade [ An mmf Romance ]

Chapter 5

Aubrey

The husband and wife duo follow behind me silently.

The stares from the office are still heavy but I set my eyes ahead avoiding their gaze. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

They both follow behind me, the heels of Mrs Kennedy being the reason I know they are still following.

Instead of walking to my table, I open the door for them, James’ huge frame brushing against me. He smells so good. For a split second I am tempted to close my eyes.

I close the door eyeing the staff staring into the room. This is going to be a thing.

They don’t sit behind the table but rather sit in front on the table together. Looking at me.

“What do you guys want from me?” I question back to the door. I needed to make sure to stay away from them before my body betrays me again.

The last couple of days have been unusual to say the least. So many boundaries have been broken, and instead of trying to return to normal they have been making it worse.

“We want you to be with us, Aubrey.” Zara spoke looking at me with a light smile.

James doesn’t interrupt, he doesn’t correct. He just looks at me.

Be with them. Be with them, what does that even mean? They aren’t even together. I doubt they have even kissed. The secrets I knew about them both scared me into even considering anything more.

God- if her father found out he would kill us all.

“You-”

“You guys aren’t even together. For as long as I have known you, you have barely cared for each other. Now you want-” I exclaim hands in the in frustration.

They share a look, lips clipped. They know I’m right. This isn’t healthy and it won’t last.

“We aren’t exactly normal, and weren’t going to pretend to be, not to you anyway.” James Speaks coming closer to me.

“No.” I point at him, pushing back further on the door.

“I am not interested in being your unicorn, “

“Tomorrow, we go back to work as usual. I am uninterested in what you have going on personally. If not, I will quit Mr and Mrs Kennedy.’’ I exit the room before either of them can respond.

One of us has to be the responsible one.

I need to remove myself from their mess quickly before I dig the hole I’m in deeper. Rich people often forget that there are consequences for actions.

One of the consequences being the looks I get from the rest of my colleagues. Some pretend to be sipping coffee, yet they look at me and when our eyes meet they glance away.

Deciding the best option for the day is to go home I head for the elevator. They will be fine for one day if I’m not there. I need to get them out of my head.

The sun is bright and the city is buzzing. The beauty of this city was that it was lively, always something happening. The reason I had come here, sick of the small town living. Right now however it made me want to pull my own hair out.

Instead of getting an uber to my place I walk. I walk in the sweltering heat in a suit.

Flashes of my kiss with both of them flashes. I should have left, should have denied them both, whenever Zara asked me to do anything I melted in to a puddle. A puddle that had gotten me into trouble.

Tomorrow I would act like nothing happened. I would go back to barely seeing Zara, and maybe I’d go on a date. Download Hinge again.

At my apartment I head straight for the shower ordering food, by the time I finish it arrives and I sit at my couch chewing slowly. Thinking.

I don’t even know what to do with this free time, normally James and I were attached to the hip.

The silence of the apartment makes me uneasy. Pulling me into thoughts of this morning.

I turn on a random cop show and focus on it. The show mimics many buddy cop shows, this time with a psychic and cop.

Two seasons deep, the sun has set and I have ordered yet again, I get a notification from James Kennedy.

Morning meeting have been moved to my house. See you tomorrow.

Fuck. They’re doing this on purpose. It is a lot harder to avoid Zara in her house. When she was home she barely wore anything, outfits normally tiny showing her legs and chest.

The pink lingerie plays in my mind, her in towel at the club.

Zara f*****g Kennedy nearly naked.

So close.

And she wanted me, they both did. A tension rises my pants.

Fuck.

I try to focus back on the tv. Focus on anything but the image of her perfect body. Instead of fighting it anymore I move my pants down.

I spit in my hand, sound muffled by the tv. My eyes close on their own imaging them telling what to do. She calls me her little puppy as usual. The motion on my c**k hurry as the image of her moaning in that tiny towel plays again.

His lips on mine, her lips on mine.

Being pinned by the both of them.

Sprouts of warm c*m mess my sweatpants and stomach.

Fuck. I need to get them out of my head.

A wave of shame overtakes when the high of my orgasm subsides, I turn the tv off and stare at nothing.