Chapter 12
1470 Words
As usual, I woke up early the next morning, even though I barely got any sleep last night. Who could sleep after being told that four men—who were supposed to be my employers, the people I served—wanted to be with me? It was easy for them to say that they didn’t care about my status in life, but what about the people around them? I didn’t really have a choice either, did I? If I didn’t choose one of them or all four of them together, I’d lose my job.
But how would that kind of relationship even work? Four men sharing one woman? That’s impossible! Should I just choose one of them—maybe Jagger, since he was the first one, I met and spent time with? But I couldn’t deny the attraction I felt toward the other three as well. It was exactly the same as when I first met Jagger, and I was curious about how they would treat me. Poppy, what are you even thinking?! Mom would disown me for sure!
I felt nervous as I placed the food I had prepared on the table. Today was my deadline—the last day they had given me to make my decision. Did I really have to answer them now? Oh no, the pressure was unbearable! But at the same time, there was excitement in knowing that I would be with them. Why was I feeling this way? Why did I want all four of them? I must be going crazy.
I was slightly startled when the brothers appeared, greeting me one by one. Just like last night, they each kissed me on the cheek. These four were really pushing it! Had I already agreed? I handed them their coffee, and Jordan pulled me to sit and eat with them. Jozer immediately put food on my plate and was about to feed me, but Jagger beat him to it, smiling sweetly at me. I took the spoon from him and fed myself instead. He pouted like a sulking child.
"Come on, Jagger, you've fed me so many times when we were together. Give the others a chance," I told him. He paused, then suddenly laughed.
"Fine, fine, I'll let my brothers take care of you this time. Does that mean you'll go out with one of us every week?"
I simply shrugged and didn’t answer.
"Who do you want to go out with first? Don’t worry, it’s fine with me. I would have introduced you to them anyway if you had come with me before."
"Really?"
He nodded.
"You mean you’re okay with me spending time with your brothers too?"
He held my hand and looked at me seriously.
"I am willing—but only if you want to, Poppy. I won’t force you into anything you don’t like. And no matter who you choose among us, I’ll accept it."
I simply nodded and looked at each of them one by one. My gaze stopped at Jordan, and he smirked. He rubbed his thumb against his lips, and his eyes twinkled mischievously, as if he was planning something naughty.
"Since you’re the mastermind behind this, J -Jordan, you go first," I said shyly, feeling my face heat up.
"Sure, darling. But you’d better get ready—this week won’t end without you going crazy over me," he said in a deep voice. Instead of being afraid, I felt my whole body heat up, and anticipation flooded through me. I could already feel myself getting wet between my thighs.
"You probably thought he was the most decent among us," Jozer teased, making me look at him curiously. He just winked at me.
After we finished eating, the other three left, while Jordan stayed behind to help me clear the table, even though I told him I could handle it alone. I walked him to the door, and my eyes widened when he suddenly pulled me by the waist, bringing me closer to him.
"Don’t I get a take-care kiss, darling?" he asked sweetly.
I swallowed hard, my hand resting against his firm chest as I stared at him. My breathing quickened as he leaned his handsome face closer.
"Uhm… c-can it wait until our date?" I asked softly.
He smiled and gently kissed my forehead.
"Whatever you want, Poppy. We’re going out tonight, so don’t cook, okay?"
I nodded again.
"I’ll see you later, darling. Be ready."
With that, he let go of me and finally left. I clutched my chest, feeling my heart pounding wildly. I took a deep breath and held my head, feeling a bit dizzy. His scent was addictive, and his gaze and voice made my knees weak. Was I really doing the right thing? Mom’s words echoed in my mind, but I knew that even though these men were rich, they could make me happy. They could show me things I had never experienced before. I had spent my whole life in the countryside, and now that I was in the city, was I really going to let this chance slip away? Forgive me, Mom, but this time, I’m going to follow my heart and mind.
As I cleaned the house, Jordan called me several times to check on me. His voice sent shivers down my spine, and sometimes he would tease me, which I actually enjoyed. During his lunch break, he called again, and we talked for an hour. He asked me about my life in the countryside, my favorite place there, and my family—especially my father. That conversation made me feel even more comfortable with him.
Jordan came home alone, without his brothers, and he brought me flowers—my favorite ones. I shyly thanked him and accepted them. It was my first time receiving flowers. Back in the province, people usually gave vegetables or chickens as gifts, which I was still grateful for because at least we had food.
He excused himself to take a shower and change for our date. I placed the flowers in a vase and set them on the center table. I waited for him in the living room, dressed simply—jeans, a T-shirt, and my old rubber shoes. I let my hair down and put some powder on my face, along with the only lipstick I owned. I hoped we weren’t going to a fancy place.
A few minutes later, he came down, also dressed simply, and we were even wearing the same color. I wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose, but it was kind of cute. He didn’t hold my hand, but he placed his hand lightly on my back as he guided me outside.
We had dinner at a fast-food restaurant in the mall. That was fine with me since I hadn’t eaten this food in a long time. He ordered almost everything on the menu, but I think I ate the most because I was really hungry. I skipped lunch because I was too nervous.
After eating, we strolled around like friends hanging out. I felt a little sad that he wasn’t holding my hand. We passed by a pet store, and I couldn’t help but gush over the cute animals. It made me miss my dog, who had passed away from old age.
Next, we went to the cinema. He bought popcorn and drinks and guided me inside. The movie turned out to be horror—but with steamy scenes because of a vampire character. Instead of feeling scared, I felt hot and flustered because of the scenes. I glanced at Jordan, who chuckled, and I knew my face was bright red.
He took my hand and kissed it, not letting go. His thumb rubbed against my skin, sending tingles up my arm. At one point, he leaned close to my ear, and I thought he was going to whisper something—but instead, he licked it and gently bit my earlobe.
Damn! It was only our first date, and I felt like I was going to give in already!
After the movie, my body was still burning with heat. As we walked to the parking lot, I fanned my face.
"Did you enjoy the movie?" he asked.
"It was good. I thought it would be scary, but it wasn’t."
"I'm glad you had fun. We have one more stop, is that okay?"
I smiled and nodded.
We went to a park and lay on the grass, looking up at the sky. Then, suddenly, fireworks lit up the night. I gasped in delight and hugged him tightly, thanking him repeatedly.
When I pulled away, we gazed into each other’s eyes. Slowly, our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.
And just like that, I knew—I was on the right track.
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