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“The only thing we have to do this weekend is get to know each other. Nothing else has to?—”

“No,” I cut Sam off. “No, I don’t know how long it’ll be before I can get away again, and I need… My life is awful. I know we’re not talking about that… them…” I say with a flick of my wrist as if my husband and his father are over in the corner of the room. “But I need this. If I’m going back there on Sunday, I need this weekend for me. I need you two to make me forget…” I trail off because I don’t want to mention the unmentionable again.

The room’s silent as my eyes slice between the two men.

“Tell us what you need?” Frankie says quietly.

“I need you two to help me forget.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

“You want something to help you relax? It’s perfectly safe, I promise.”

I nod.

Frankie nods too before saying, “Just one more thing. I understand you’re married, and you need to do what you need to do with your husband, but outside of him and us, there will be no one else. That rule goes for us, too. While we have this arrangement going on, for as long as it lasts, for us, there’ll only be you.”

I nod again, my head now swimming with confusion as well as Prosecco and anticipation. Does he think I do this kind of thing all the time?

“Of course,” I say, hoping to have hidden the hurt I feel because of the kind of person he must think I am. “That goes without saying on my part, and I’m glad to have that reassurance from you two.”

“Also…” Frankie clicks his fingers and points at me, making me jump. “Condoms for blow jobs, or are you good without them?”

“I, erm, I…” I stutter, unsure what I should say, but at the same time, my internal muscles clench, and my dry mouth now waters at the thought of giving these two beautiful men head…together!

At the same time.

Fuck me. My head and emotions are all over the place.

“Shit, I didn’t give you the test results. Did you bring yours?” Sam saves me from responding.

“Y-yes, yes,” I sputter. “All clean. It’s in my bag in the hall. But, yeah, all clean.”

“Ours, too,” Sam adds as he moves to the benchtop, collects two sheets of paper, and brings them to me.

My eyes skim the documents, which state the men are both clear of HIV and all of the STIs listed.

“I want you to treat this place like your own,” Frankie tells me. “You have the passcodes for the parking garage, building, and lift. I’ll send you the one for the front door. You can come here any time, for whatever reason. There are four bedrooms. I’ll give you a tour later, but you have your own room, I have mine, Sam uses the guest room when he stays, then there’s our room.”

I nod again because I’m not sure how else to respond. This whole situation is surreal. I thought I’d come here and get my brains banged out by two blokes. Instead, this is like a whole new way of life—one I can’t wait to experience.

“I know this is a lot, Mila, but please try and understand, we’re the joint owners of one of the world’s most, shall we sayinfamoussex clubs. The press speculate enough on our reputations, none of which is true. We have our brand to protect, and we need to make it very clear to you what we expect, and what you can expect in return.”

My head does its thing and nods as if on autopilot.

“Now, I can see that you’re almost hyperventilating over there, so why don’t we fix you up with that little something I mentioned earlier, so we can all get comfortable, and get to know each other better.”

“Sounds good,” I say with a smile while feeling like I’m about to vomit with nerves.

CHAPTER 2

Mila

Get yourself together, Mila. You’ve got this, girl. Just look at these two. You’re about to get yourself some and have your mind blown!

I give myself a mental pep talk as I knock back the last of my drink.

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