Page 14 of Three Rugged Bosses and a Clueless Girl

“Touch her, and we’ll have to break your hand,” Marc said. He really had that terrifying darkness down to an art form. Well, he was grumpy with everyone, really, but it had always only been Michelle who managed to make him grin when he thought no one was looking.

“I beg your pardon. This is a private dinner, and you are intruding. I will have my security remove you from the premises immediately.” He clicked his fingers, and his three bodyguards appeared out of nowhere.

Okay, Evan really hoped that Michelle appreciated the fact that they had dressed up in fucking tuxedoes for her and had their hair cut and their beards trimmed neatly. But they were going up against a prince and they had to dress accordingly. By the look on her face, she was not as impressed as they thought she would be. In fact, she looked a little mad.

“Actually, you’re the one trespassing,” Jake said lightly, holding up his hand to the three bodyguards, keeping them in place.

“My father owns this hotel.”

“Not anymore, he doesn’t. And we’re the boss of her panties. All of them.”

Yeah, and if they were going to don suits, they might as well buy the whole fucking hotel for her too.

“If you don’t mind, we’re going to take our wife. But stay and enjoy your dinner,” Evan said as he easily pulled out her chair and scooped her up from her seat. She did not go quietly with them as they brought her up into the penthouse suit.

…Where they planned to make her their wife in every way possible.

Chapter Eleven

Michelle was so mad, that she wanted to spit.

How dare they just waltz back into her life after three days of no contact, three days since they refused to touch her, to make her come when she needed it so badly, and then she ruined her life yet again. By touching herself. In front of them. So shamefully it sat like a rock in the pit of her stomach afterward. She never wanted to see them. Ever again. But here they were again.

They had taken her to what looked like the penthouse suit, and she was getting less and less impressed with their antics. But that didn’t take away from the fact that her heart pounded wildly in her chest and her body steamed up at the sight of them in suits, so well-groomed they looked like… billionaires.

“You just wasted your time bringing me up here because I’m leaving and I’m going to Prince Aldric because he owes me some money for my panties and then I’m going pay my mafia loan shark guy and then I’m going to buy a plane ticket to the other side of the world, as far away from you as I can get.”

She stormed toward the door and then spun around.

“And what you did to Aldric was pathetic. You don’t own this hotel. His father does.” She turned on her heel again and headed for the door once more except it wouldn’t open. She jerked and jerked at the handle and the damn thing wouldn’t budge.

“This hotel is in your name, Michelle. It belongs to you.”

She couldn’t believe Jake’s words, so she chose to ignore him. Why would they buy her an entire hotel? But Aldric had been forced to leave. He wouldn’t have otherwise. Did they really buy the hotel? It didn’t matter.

She turned around yet again. “Let me out.”

“Back up a little. Did you say mafia loan shark guy?” Jake asked, his face both incredulous and protective at the same time.

“Yes. Lots of people have one so stop judging me.” She didn’t care that they knew. It didn’t matter anyway. She could have been the most put-together person on the planet, but they wouldn’t have wanted to touch her with a ten-foot pole.

Oh, she had heard them that night.

“Now let me out so I can go and get my money from Aldric, pay my debt, and never see you three again.”

“This is why you need three husbands because one or even two is not enough.”

What?

“One of us has to make sure you don’t go up in flames with your business,” Marc said.

“One of us has to make sure you don’t take money from the fucking mafia.” Jake added.

“One of us has to make sure you don’t go around selling your panties to strange men,” Evan said his bit.

“Well, I was managing fine with all three before you came along, so—”

“Let us take care of you, Michelle.” She lifted her head and her gaze collided with Marc. She had never heard that side of his voice before. Gentle and yet still so dominant.

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