BFFs?
Mic
What did that mean, BFF’s? Did that mean Best f*cking flirts? Boyfriends forever? Because I knew it couldn’t mean Best Friends Forever, right? Because I wanted to be more than friends. Waking up to Isha’s text made my day until I read it.
I walked into the living room. Ford was lying back on the couch, his legs spread as he held Davis, whose head was on Ford’s stomach. Ford was running his fingers through Davis’s hair.
“What’s wrong with him?” I asked as I rounded the couch and crouched down, rubbing his back.
“He’s upset by Isha’s text. Gotta say I’m a little upset too.”
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“It’s the BFF’s comment, right? Yeah, I don’t like that either. All our eyes snapped to Dawson, who was sitting in his
recliner, staring at his phone.
“She seems to have met Bran and Jordan. Good guys. Don’t really like how Bran has his arms across her shoulders like that though. I mean I know they’re married, but they occasionally share women,” he said.
“We all know Isha isn’t going to get with those two. Look at her stance. She’s got her polite smile. I feel like I saw her real
smile all during the barbecue, that’s not it,” Ford said. Davis and I nodded.
“You guys shouldn’t be upset over her BFF’s comment. We can use this to our advantage. She just got out of a relationship. I don’t think she wants to jump right into a new one. What if we offer her to move in here? We give her her own room while we “help” her find a place of her own. We tell Aaron to tell her he’s just too busy to take her on as a client, so we “help her”, but really don’t help her find a place. We flirt, and give little touches, maybe a couple of secret make-out sessions. Then we drop hints about how we all want to be with her. We’ll also have to introduce her to your guy’s
relationship. She doesn’t know about the three of you.”
“D*mn, that’s a solid plan,” I said.
“Yeah, maybe if she catches us making out, she’ll like what she sees. Yeah, we offer her friendship and to become our room mate while we drive her wild. I f*cking love it,” Ford said, and again I nodded.
“Cccan wwwe bbuy hhhher thhhings aaas, friends?” Davis asked.
“I don’t see why not,” Dawson said. “So, yeah, why don’t we be her BFFs for now. But flirt hard with her. Watch.”
Dawson got up and took his shirt off, pulled down his joggers that he wore when he was home for the day, to just above his d*ck. You could actually see the beginning of his shaft since it was pointing down, held by his waistband. Huh, he shaves. He set up his phone against a cup that was on the table and then he stepped back. He made a couple of poses, showing off his muscles. Davis, Ford and I all stared. I was pretty sure all three of us had our mouths open, probably a little drool escaping. The man was hot as f*ck.
“Now, I’m going to send her these pictures and ask her as my new BFF. Should I work on my tan? And also should I get rid of the tan line I have by laying out naked in our backyard. You know, asking for friendly advice. One of you should message her about moving in here, make it sound like we all discussed it, and then one of you truth or dare her.”
“F*ck Dawson, see this is why you were in charge in our unit. You always come up with good plans,” I said, as I started typing on my phone. “I’ll truth or dare her.”
Davis signed that he’d suggest she move in here, and told Ford to keep playing with his hair. Ford smirked. We all coddled Davis. He was the youngest of us all and, with him being a selective mute, the most vulnerable.
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Isha
I still hadn’t heard from the guys. It was ten a.m. Mom and Nana decided to go to the early nine a.m. bingo and I declined to go with them. They were insane. We didn’t get home until well after midnight, and they were up early enough to go eat breakfast and then go to the 9 a.m. session of bingo. I knew they’d be there all day, so I could catch up with them later.
I checked my banking app for the thousandth time just to see all those zeros again. I still couldn’t believe it. There were just under eight hundred million in it, with the shares in Coke. If I sold them all, I could become a liquidated billionaire. Everything combined, plus the two hundred and forty thousand and the forty thousand I had in there already from my writing, It was a hair under eight hundred million. I was really thinking about selling those shares. But then again, God forbid something happened to all that money, I’d have the cushion of the shares. All together, though, I am technically, with my total assets, a billionaire. I still couldn’t believe it. Jason would be sh*ting his pants right now.
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Speaking of Jason, I looked down at my phone and noticed fifty missed calls and 99 plus unread messages. They were all from an anonymous number, but I knew it was him. I don’t know what he was so upset about, and I really didn’t care. I deleted the calls from the log and deleted the text thread. As I was doing that a message icon popped up from Dawson.
Dawson: Do you think I should work on my tan and get rid of this tan line? Our privacy wall is tall enough for nude sunbathing. As my new BFF, your opinion matters.
Then a message from Mic came in on our shared text thread.
Mic: Truth or Dare, Baby Girl?
Truth
Mic: If you had a choice between the four of us being with you for one night, who would you choose?
F*ck, why did he ask that? I can’t choose between the four of them. If I was honest with myself, if I had a chance with them, I’d choose them all. Savvy said the poly life was great. Could I find something like that? Would the guys like something like that? Could they all share me? What if two of them are like Mac and Jack? I hadn’t seen anything like that,
but what if I just didn’t pay attention?
I bit my lower lip then a private message from Davis came through.
Davis: Hey Sweet Angel, I had a great idea and I talked to the guys about it and they agreed. We have room at our house. Wouldn’t it be fun if you became our roommate? We can do movie nights, and Mic is a fantastic cook. You could just stay here, until you find your own place. We’ll help you. Please, Angel, for me?
Oh my God! They want me to move in? My heart was beating so fast, even though I’m freaking rich, I don’t have a rich person’s heart yet, and this would save money. Plus, their house is amazing, and living with four extremely hot guys wouldn’t hurt seeing them everyday.
Yes! I’d love to live with you guys! I don’t need anything from Jason’s house. I have clothes and what I don’t have I can buy, and I have all my important papers. I also have some great news. I can’t wait to share with you all, but it’s best done in person. Thank you Davis! You are all the sweetest.
Clicking over to the Truth or Dare thread, I looked at Mic’s question again.
First, you are all the sweetest. Thank you for offering for me to move in. I gladly accept, if Davis hasn’t told you yet. Second, why choose?
Holy f*ck that was bold of me. I felt my clit pulse and I squeezed my legs together. Clicking over to Dawson, ugh, he was so fine. I seriously want to lick every freaking muscle he has, especially the one between his legs. Just a peek of it, it
looks like it would be a lot of fun.
You’re going to give me wet dreams. I mean I wouldn’t mind the eye candy if you wanted to get an all-over tan.
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I squealed, and threw myself on the living room couch. I knew my face was red, I could feel it. I looked at the time on my phone. It was only ten-thirty. I could make the eleven o’clock bingo. I ordered an Uber, ran upstairs to get my shoes and purse and made it back down just as the Uber pulled up. I couldn’t wait to tell my Nana and mom about my new living
arrangements.
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