Contract Marriage With the Alpha Triplet

JASMINE On the night before my wedding, the powers that be gave me the middle finger. Alan: *attached image* wanna recreate? Alan: Room 303, The Bridge Hotel. Alan: The best bachelor party sendoff would be filling your holes with all the c*m I can spare. The f*****g attached image was a bloody nude. And not just any. A bride-to-be’s nightmare. It was one that included my best-friend—who doubled as my chief bridesmaid—and my fiancé in the damned home where we were meant to raise a family together. They were both standing naked in front of a mirror, his hands cupping her t**s while she grinned and he stared down at her like he was about to f**k her brains out. I felt sick to my stomach. The two people I trusted with my life had just shattered my heart to unrecognizable bits. I was inconsolable. My fingers froze over the screen, and I glanced down at the pendant on my neck that spelled “ALAN.” The one I’d been wearing since I was fifteen because Alan was my first and forever love. Tears stung the corners of my eyes, burning and searing painfully as I tried my hardest to keep it from falling. “Did you get that Jas? He put his ass in my mouth!” My best friend, Jade, yelled over the loud club music as her fifteenth stripper of the night fondled her. A loud smack on her ass from another stripper made her giggle, and she grabbed a shot lodged in his crotch and threw it down her throat with a squeal. I was holding her phone and streaming an i********: live video of her having the best time of her life at my bachelorette party, and that’s when those heartbreaking texts rolled in. “Jas! How many viewers do I have now!? Check my following count too, I’m sure it’s gone up!” Jade shook her t**s, swaying her hips as she backed her ass into yet another stripper. My chest was about to explode from the anger now searing through me. How dare this b***h have a swell time after betraying me in the worst possible way? I wouldn’t let her! If I was having a shitty night, she would too! Enraged beyond words, I stomped towards her, gripping her obnoxiously pink hair and yanking her away from the dance floor. “What the f**k is your problem? Let go!” she struggled to pry my hands off her, but I didn’t let her. Her protests carried on, but I kept ignoring her until we reached a considerably less noisy part of the club and then I harshly let go of her nasty hair. “What the hell was that about? Since when are you a violent drunk?” she hissed, adjusting her hair. Oh—did I forget to mention? I’ve been drunk out of my mind for the past two hours. Courtesy of Jade shoving tequila shots down my throat every chance she got. Sober Jasmine would’ve never done what I just did, because she’s a naive, goody two shoes who lets everyone walk all over her. But not drunk Jasmine, nah. She wasn’t to be f****d with. “Have you been screwing my fiancé?!” I flashed the nude in her face, my voice trembling with pain. I expected anything but the reaction that followed. Jade was laughing in my face, clearly unmoved by the pain and betrayal that was radiating off me. Shrill, heartless, remorseless, laughter. I grabbed her arm, sinking my white manicured nails into it. “Answer me, damn it!” “For four f*****g years, yes! All those times that we claimed to be bonding for your sake? We were draining each other’s bodies of c*m, you naive b***h!” she shamelessly confessed, enjoying my suffering. Did she even have a shred of conscience? I was too stunned to even react. I just froze in place, replaying her words in my head over and over as my heart shattered repeatedly. “Go cry about it or whatever, but don’t ruin my fun,” she rolled her eyes, snatching her phone away from me and storming off. Jade waltzed off towards the dance floor and soon she was jamming her tongue down the throat of a random man who she’d bumped into. The heartache I felt was unbearable. Inexplicable. A swarm of emotions slammed into me, every one of them demanding to be satiated immediately. I needed to be alone. I needed more liquor. I needed to dance the pain away. I needed to let it all out. With a heart too heavy to handle, I walked by the bar, grabbing the two bottles of beer and throwing my purse at the bartender. He could have every last dime I owned for all I cared, I had nothing to live for anymore. In seconds, I’d downed both bottles and I was being drawn somewhere unknown by mesmerizing music and an unspeakable magnetic pull. Now, I needed a way to completely numb the ache of betrayal. Soon, I was yanking open red curtains and walking into a dimly lit room with a strip pole in the middle. I had just latched my body to it and tugged my shirt off when I noticed a figure lurking in the corner. A statue? I believe. Upon closer observation, I realized the figure was an equivalent of a Greek god. And that’s all it took for my liquor-filled body to gravitate towards the figure and begin to throw my ass back in its face. I danced my heart out for a while, the sultry music making me move like my waist and hips were made for seduction and nothing more. Then, I started to drag my ass down the chiseled chest behind me, all the way to the crotch. I didn’t expect to feel anything but stone, until a pulsing sensation grazed my ass. And that’s when I froze, realization slamming into me. There was a monstrous and erect c**k pressed against my ass, and I might’ve believed it was because the statue was forged by some s*x-crazed artist, but the pulsing nature of it suggested otherwise. That I’d been rocking a man, not a statue. “Why stop now? We’ve only just gotten to the best part,” his voice was an effortless blend of control and charm. Before I could spin around to face him, the red curtains parted and two men walked in. My mouth has never watered upon seeing anyone. But for these men? Even my core was throbbing. They were identical. Strikingly so. With broad shoulders, golden skin that glinted under the dim lighting, sleek lustrous black hair, godlike facial features, bulging muscles, peeking tattoos, and the height of giants. And their domineering aura that filled the room? It made me want to fall to my knees in worship. “Garner already sent us a stripper and you’re hogging her all to yourself?” One of the delicious looking men asked, his eyes raking over me lustfully and causing heat to pool in the pit of my stomach. I swallowed, my insides begging for a single touch from him. I felt like I’d simply melt if he put one of those perfectly thick fingers on me. Or in me. Even better. “Were you sent by Garner?” I was spun around by the man behind me, only for a fresh wave of attraction to render me breathless when I saw that he looked exactly like the two other men. Three f*****g Greek gods? I never wanted to leave this heaven. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but by the time it happened, I wanted nothing more than to stick to it even though it’s the wildest thing I’d ever done. “Yes,” I lied, “Garner sent me to entertain you.” Rich, deep, laughter floated in the air.“Obviously, she’s been entertaining you just right.” I turned around to see one of the men pointing at the evident erection in the pants of the man I’d been unknowingly teasing with my ass a while ago. Getting another glance at it made my p***y a mess of juices in seconds. It was unreal how easily these men could stimulate a woman. Before I could process another thought, the sound of locks rattling forced me to look at the third man by the door. “Just so you know,” he slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he stepped away from the door. “We like to f**k our strippers after a show. We’re not the type of men who take being teased lightly.”