So, if you see a short, curvy, gorgeous, black-haired woman with two babies, she’s ours, don’t even try to flirt with her, or you will be out on your ass without a thought,” Dawson warned.
I looked at the group of men, my eyes finally settling on Bryce and Bryson. I saw the others nod, Bryce and Bryson’s eyes were still blazing heat at me. I felt myself start to blush.
“May we ask how your friend is doing?” Bryson asked.
I inhaled sharply.
“You know Ava?” Ford asked.
“No, but I was on a date this weekend, and she had to rush off to the hospital when she got a call about her friend falling.”
I could see and feel all four of my so-called brothers turn their heads slowly and look at me. Now I knew my face was on
fire.
“Oh, so that’s the tension I’m feeling here,” Ford said.
My head snapped towards him and my eyes narrowed.
* Ava is doing fantastic. She’s completely fine. There’s something else you should all know. Shay is like a little sister to us, especially me. I’ve known her since she was a teenager. Now she can make her own decisions in life and love, but I will tell you all now. My husbands and I will tear you apart if she sheds one tear. Not to mention, she has a whole d*mn motorcycle club behind her, for one of her best friends is married to two members of the Lords of Chaos. So, with that
being said, good luck,” Dawson said with a huge smile.
I rolled my eyes. With the meeting ending, I walked out of the conference room quickly. But apparently I wasn’t quick
enough. Bryce and Bryson followed me right into my office.
“Can I help you?” I asked, going around my desk to put it between us and using it as a shield.
“How are you?” Bryson asked.
“I am well, thank you,” I said politely. I don’t know why I was feeling shy and a little bit embarrassed, but I was. I think it was because I knew they had discussed me and Bryson knew I had s*x with Bryce.
“We talked, and we would both like to date you,” Bryce said.
My mouth dropped open. Together? Individually?
“We thought maybe you could rotate us, go on dates with each of us,” Bryson said.
“And you’re both okay with that? You know I f*cked him right, I let him finger me on our date,” I said to Bryson.
He licked his lips and cleared his throat, shifting his stance. His eyes darkened, “Mhmm, yeah, we talked.”
“Look, I’ll think about it. But right now, I’ve got work to do,” I said a little shocked.
“Well, what about tonight? We can take you out to dinner,” Bryce said.
“I can’t, I have a date,” I said, regretting the words the moment they came out of my mouth.
“What?” Bryson asked, shocked.
“I don’t f*cking think so,” Bryce snapped.
I was flustered. What the hell were these reactions?
“Listen up, you don’t own me. I can go on a date if I want. We aren’t together. We’ve gone on one date, and you and I Bryce, haven’t even gone on a date, We had a quickie in a bar.”
“And I had my fingers in you just yesterday.”
3/4
< Game On
I knew he was going to bring that up. I took a huge deep breath, held it and let it out slowly, trying to bring my blood
pressure down.
“Regardless, I have a date.”
“When, where, and with whom?” Bryce demanded.
Bryson put his hand on Bryce’s bicep, I guess, to calm him down.
“That’s not any of your business,” I said primly.
+8 Points >
A dark chuckle left Bryce, “Oh, pretty girl, how wrong you are. Okay, you want to play games, game on. Bryson and I are extremely competitive. Brace yourself sweetheart, we don’t lose.” He then whipped around and left my office. I looked at Bryson. Longing is the look that I would describe was all over his face.
“Have a nice date, Shay. Can I take you out to dinner Friday?”
I felt my whole demeanor melt. He was the sweetest guy ever.
“I’d like that. You have my number. Text me the details.”
“Okay. Have a good rest of your day. And don’t worry about Bryce, he just likes to get what he wants. And believe me Sunshine, he wants you and so do I,” he said. Then he winked, turned and left.
“Holy f*ck,” I said out loud. I then groaned, leaned forward and started banging my head on my desk. I was so f*cked.
