Chapter 9
1660 Words
I wake up with warmth surrounding me. Two sets of hands entangled around my waist, my thighs, my breasts.
I look in turn at each of these glorious men entangled with me. I can’t keep the smile from growing on my lips.
I never imagined that this could happen to me. That I would fall for more than one man.
But here I am, laying on my bed with these two Greek gods.
But why do I have the sinking feeling something is missing?
Slowly untangling myself from them, I place my robe and make my way to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I grab the cold brew and milk. As I turn around, I jump and silently scream as I come face to face with Gregory.
“You scared the living s**t out of me!” I whisper yell.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to,” he says, his face impassive.
“Look, Snow, I’m really sorry about what I said last night. I didn’t mean any…”
“You’re up early, beautiful.” A sleepy and still very naked Sloan moans out with a wide yawn.
My eyes bulging out, I look from him to Gregory, stuttering unintelligible words.
“What the hell?!” Greg yells a deep frown etched on his brows.
“What’s with the yelling?” Bash says, stepping out of my room equally naked.
“What in the world are you two doing?!” I almost scream, not believing that they would be so bold as to walk around naked when someone else was in my apartment!
“Are you serious guys!? You spent the night with both of them?”Greg growls.
“Why do you care so much?” I ask, confused.
He looks at me for a moment but then turns his angered attention toward the other two men.
“You!” He points at Sloan “How could you do this, knowing how I feel about her!?”
“Sorry?” Sloan says, shrugging his shoulders.
“It wasn’t really planned out, you know. It just happened.” Bash says, making my frown deepen.
They b***h and bicker for what seems like an hour before I’ve had enough.
“Will you guys stop fighting and tell me what the hell are you all talking about?” I scream, throwing my hand in the air, gathering their attention.
“I’ll show you what I’m talking about!” He snaps.
In two large strides, he grabs me by the back of the neck and kisses me deeply, biting my lower lips.
I gasp, letting his tongue inside my mouth, devouring me. I don’t respond at first, but his skilled kissing takes over all my senses.
Hearing Sloan clears his throat brings me back to the present.
I push Greg away as hard as I can, a hand over my lips. The guilt of what I’ve just done engulfs me entirely.
How could I do this in front of them after the night we spent together?! I am the worst person in this world! I am a w***e!
“I-I…” I mumble.
What am I supposed to say?
“It’s OK, Snow.” Bash, says, walking towards me, but I back up.
“How can you say this is OK?! After we’ve decided to be together! He was right!” I say, my eyes glossing over with tears.
“What do you mean, he was right?” Gregory asks, a deep frown etched on his brows.
“Nothing,” I mumble, turning away from him. My heart still aches.
“No, not nothing. What does it mean?” He asks again.
“Don’t you dare say that about yourself again, Snow! We’ve told you multiple times now, you are not a w***e! You're not even close to being categorized that way!” Sloan says, giving Greg a furious glare.
“Snow…” Greg says, his gaze softening, stepping towards me, my back still facing him.
He places his hands on my shoulders, rubbing them up and down gently.
“I am so sorry Snow. You will never know the depth of regret I have for ever uttering those words to you. I didn’t mean them, truly.” He says, snaking his arms around me to hold me tight against his chest.
“Even if I was angry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I am not making excuses in saying this, but I was so angry, and my heart couldn’t handle the way you were giving yourself so freely in the bars. To idiots who didn’t give a rat's ass about you, or your wellbeing.”
“Why would you be so angry about who I was having s*x with?” I ask.
“Well, the thing is, Gregory’s also in love with you,” Sloan says, making me gasp and turn around.
“What?!” I utter, looking at Gregory, searching his eyes for confirmation.
“How is that even possible?” I say, a hand on the side of my head.
“Well, it’s pretty easy, you know, to love you. Have you met you?” Bash says, his usual shade of pink etched on his cheeks.
“This is just so confusing,” I say, looking around at them.
“Would you be open to having one more person worshiping you?” Sloan asks, stunning me.
“Are you serious?!” I ask with furrowed brows.
“Well, why not?” Bash adds on.
“This is insane!”
For a few minutes, everyone is silent.
“Am I not good enough to be loved by you too?” Gregory finally asks, shattering my heart. “You let the two of them into your heart, why not me?”
“I-I…” I stutter.
“It’s okay to want us all, Snow. There is nothing wrong with any of this. And we are OK with it. “Sloan says, sharing an agreeing nod with Bash.
“Share… You mean me? You, all three of you want to share me?!” I ask in utter shock.
“We do. But this is only if you want to. We would never force you into anything you didn’t want. And we will respect your wishes.” Sloan says, walking closer and taking my hand in his, lifting it up to his lips and kissing it gently.
I look at Greg and see the wheels turning inside of his head.
Would he even be okay with this?
“Greg?” I question, making him look up at me.
He doesn’t say anything until Sloan hits him on the arm, giving him a reproachful look.
Scratching the back of his head, he huffs.
“This could be a little weird at first. But I do want to be with you. I have for months now. I’m fine with sharing, but I won’t touch either of you guys,” Gregory says.
“All three of us want to worship you and make you feel like the queen you are. A little like what Sloan and I did last night, but possibly better with Greg in the mix.” Bash says looking in turn at each man.
“How… How would we even work?” I ask, chewing the corner of my inner lip.
The sigh of relief I hear from all three men makes me frown
“What?”I ask, looking at them curiously.
“The fact that you are open to discussing this, gives us hope that we can make this work,” Sloan says with a huge smile on his face.
“Not to be the ballbuster here, and not that I don’t want to finish this conversation, but I just got another alert on my phone and it’s reminding me why I’m here so early in the morning,” Gregory says, fishing out his phone from his pocket and looking at it intensely.
“Which alert?” Sloan asks his back straightening, his whole demeanor changing into an asserted and authoritative one.
“s**t! She’s already on the move. Soren is following her. He’s got Donavan on the way, but he needs backup. She heading towards one of the Huntsmen meetup shacks.” He says, making my heartbeat quicken.
“What does this mean?” I ask, my eyes losing focus for a moment.
“It means she’s making a mistake and we might be able to get the evidence we need to have her locked up for good! We’ve been watching her every move and trying to keep tabs as best we can on the Huntsmen.” Sloan says with a glint of hopefulness in his eyes.
“She really was the one responsible then. She really was the one that killed my father and tried to kill me. All for a stupid company?!” I whisper.
“I’m sorry Snow. I know you still had hope she wasn’t the one responsible for all of this. But trust me, trust us. We will make her pay tenfold for everything she’s put you through.” Gregory says, making a light smile appear on my face.
“Come on guys, we have to get a move on if we want to catch her!” Bash says, getting his keys out and walking toward the door, Sloan and Greg hot on his heels.
“Humm, guys…” I say, looking at them, trying not to laugh.
“Yes, Snow?” Sloan asks
“You might want to get dressed before you leave. Not sure I want everyone to see what’s mine out there in the open, for everyone to see.” I say, blushing crimson.
They both look down, realizing they are still naked.
“Well, that would have been embarrassing,” Sloan says, strutting towards my bedroom.
“So we’re yours, hmm?” Greg asks, a smirk etched on his lips, while Bash joins Sloan to get dressed.
What have I got myself into?
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