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“How was it? I need all the details.” I sit up and abandon my sandwich, wanting to hear about her night at the Ball.

“It was wonderful.” She gets a faraway look in her eye, and I know exactly how she feels. “I mean, I would never do it again. It was a one-and-done type of thing.” She adds, picking at the bread on her sandwich.

“Sure,” I smirk. Thinking about my own broken vow of only one night, “So, who were the guys?”

“Um, just some guys I met at the Ball.” She hesitates, “OK, but you can’t judge me. The first time I met them was at the Ball that night.”

“No way!” I hit her shoulder a little harder than I intended, too shocked that we have the same thing in common, “You are so bad. Hooking up with three strangers all in the same night at the same time.” I say, gauging her reaction before telling her about my adventures with Alec, Ryan, and Jake.

I lean in and whisper in her ear, not wanting anyone else in the park to hear our conversation., “Were they, you know, in every hole at the same time?”

“Yes. They all took turns. At one point, we were all in the shower together. It was the biggest shower I’ve ever seen. I think it was bigger than my living room.” She giggles.

“So, um, did they cross swords?” I ask. Not that I’m against that.

“What?” She blinks.

“You know, were you the main course, or was it family-style dining?”

“I was definitely the main course.” She laughs.

“Good. Not that there is anything wrong with crossing swords, but I don’t think I would like it. I mean, if I were with three guys at the same time, I would want their complete focus on me. I wouldn’t want to compete for attention with any of the guys.”

She gives me a look I can’t describe so I change the subject, “You are positively glowing. Maybe I need to try this. Do your strangers have any friends they can set me up with?” Something catches my eye, and I squint over Ella’s shoulder until I realize Alec, Ryan, and Jake are striding toward us—a stern look on all of their faces.

"So, are those two his flying monkeys?" Ella’s gaze follows mine, referring to the comment I made the other day in the park.

“She’s ours.” A voice I don’t recognize says behind me.

Ella stands, and the guy behind me grabs her arm, pulling her closer to him.

“And she’s ours,” Alec replies, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet, an angry-looking Ryan and Jake flanking each side of him.

I watch as the three strangers drag Ella away. She doesn’t seem to be struggling, so they must be her three men from the Ball.

Now I need to deal with Alec, Jake, and Ryan’s possessive macho shit, “What are you going to do next? Pee on me to mark your territory?” I glower at them.

“I thought we made ourselves clear last night, Beauty. You're ours, and we don’t share.” Ryan says, catching me off guard.

He’s the shy, quiet one of the group, but the hard glint in his eyes has me wanting to drop to my knees and call him Sir as I take his cock in my mouth.

ten

Bri

Iget through the day with no mention of what happened at the park yesterday. Alec and Ryan have me sit in on a few meetings with a major client. Later Jake invites me to a lunch meeting with another important client. They are treating me like a real assistant, and it feels good.

But now, in the darkness of the club, with my short, tight dress on, I feel like a fraud. I’m never going to fit into their world. I’ll always be the poor little girl who lost her parents. Never knowing love, always looking in from the outside.

“Hey, Bri, you’re a popular girl. You got another request for a private party. It’s only one guy tonight.” Leslie tells me as I’m fixing my hair and makeup in the dressing room with the other dancers.

I didn’t say anything to the guys about working at The Palace tonight, and with it being just one guy waiting for me, I know I’m not going to be saved by my men tonight.

I snort. They’re not my men, they are just three guys I screwed twice. Both times in some shady club, not in a real bed like someone they respected. At least I wasn’t their whore. I didn’t take anything other than my cut from the private party they requested.

I meet Leslie’s eyes in the mirror, “How long did he pay for?”

“All night.” She replies, “He’s waiting for you in the same room you used the other night.”

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