Page 31 of Her Three Tech Bros

I know she’s only joking, but something inside of me hates hearing that. The idea of any of them seeing someone else makes my chest tighten.

“Too bad! Get your own men!” I joke.

“Boo, you suck. Well, hopefully, I can visit you soon so I can meet them.”

“Please come soon. I don’t think I can survive much longer without seeing you. There still hasn’t been much going on in the friend department over here.”

“Yeah because who has the time for friends when they’re in a throuple?”

“Oh my God, it is not a throuple!”

“Whatever you say!”

“Hey, listen, I have to go. My pizza’s getting cold.”

“Okay, call me tomorrow!”

Kayla and I hang up, but despite the comment about my pizza getting cold, I’ve lost my appetite. I stare at the pizza, wondering what the hell is wrong with me. How did I get myself in a situation like this?

I think back on the last three weeks and all the amazing experiences I’ve had in that time. Dinners at the fanciest restaurants in LA, driving around in the most expensive cars, visiting art galleries with Logan, lounging on Ethan’s yacht, and exploring nature with Ryan.

All of it was amazing, glamorous, and exciting. But my favorite moments didn’t involve any of that stuff. Sure, all of that was fun, but the best moments were waking up next to them. Eating breakfast with them, no makeup, no clothes, and my hair a mess.

Having deep conversations late into the night with Logan, laughing until I cried with Ryan, or cuddling for hours with Ethan as we discussed all the places we want to go in life. Those moments were priceless, and I’d do anything to continue having more of them.

I’m addicted to all three of them in ways I never thought possible. How can I give that up? What if they make me?

I stand up and make my way to my living room window, looking out at the street below. I know that I can’t keep going on like this. Sooner or later, this is all going to fall apart. I can’t let it. I need to get in front of it. Make a decision now, before anyone gets hurt. Before I get hurt.

The question is, what will that decision be? It’s not like I have a lot of options. There are only two that I can see – either break it off with all of them now or keep going until it blows up in my face.

I know what the right answer is, but that doesn’t make it easy.

13

ETHAN

The evening sun sets as I walk out of the master suite onto the penthouse terrace. Looking down on the boulevard, I reflexively tap my watch. When the watch’s screen wakes up, I give a command. “Call Ryan.”

I hear several rings. Then, “‘Sup, boss?”

“You're coming over, right?”

“I’m on my way, man.”

“Alright. See ya.”

I tap the phone again. “Call Logan.”

I don’t hear the phone ring, though. Silence fills the other end.

“Hello?” Logan gives me a cautious greeting.

“Hey, man. Sorry. I didn’t hear the phone ring.”

“I was just about to text you when I saw your profile pic flash.”

“What were you texting me for?” I ask Logan.

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