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No dominant.

Naturally submissive.

Eager to please.

Daddy issues.

Drop dead gorgeous.

I didn’t believe she felt nothing like she claimed to. This morning, she seemed frazzled, to say the least, when she saw me in little to nothing. The way she eyed me gave me chills; that wasn’t nothing.

Odette wasn’t as simple as I thought. She was different from any girl I’d ever met. There was obviously some attraction towards us, but she didn’t throw herself at us like most women did.

One thing I was sure of after my little eavesdropping session was that I was going to do everything in my power to drive her crazy. She was a virgin who’d never touched herself—that alone was tempting. Her little drought issue wouldn’t be a problem for much longer.

I was going to make her little pussy wet. Once I had her squirming, I’d play dumb and leave her wanting more. After a few days of toying with her, she’d be the one to give in.

I smirked. This was going to be fun.

“I’m glad I was wrong,” Aiden admitted.

“Me too,” Dominic agreed lowly, his mind clearly elsewhere.

I could see the intrigue as clear as day on each of their faces now. If they weren’t already fantasizing about her in the way I did, they were now.

She was such a sweet girl, innocent and caring. It was going to be so much fun to ruin her.

I could picture it now. All of us standing around her. She’d be kneeling on the floor, hands and arms restrained behind her back. Knees spread, gag in her mouth. The attribute I could picture most clearly was her eyes. Her deep blue, eager-to-please, begging eyes.

I never wanted someone to the point where it physically hurt. This feeling was new to me, and it lit me on fire.

I hope she felt the same way about us.

The biggest challenge will be patience, which I lacked. I’d understand if she didn’t feel the same way or didn’t want to be in a relationship with four men.

At the end of the day, we could charm and seduce her all we wanted, but if she wasn’t interested, that was all that mattered.

I’d wait however long she needed. I waited years, wasting time chasing the wrong women because we hadn’t met her yet. I may not like it, but I could wait.

The front door slowly creaked open, and my eyes immediately zoned in on Odette. She was waving out the door as she closed it, probably to Anna and Henry, who dropped her off.

She was wearing athletic leggings and a black top. The ponytail she had in earlier had dropped lower from the weight of her heavy hair.

I was genuinely glad she decided to come home. She’d feel better in her own bed rather than staying at someone else’s house with nothing packed.

“Hey,” Wyatt greeted, his voice casual, like we didn’t just learn things about her that interested us. “How was your volleyball match?” He asked.

She swayed gently, blinking slowly a few times before walking over, concentrating on not stumbling. “It was fun. We won,” she answered vaguely, trying to hide her slur.

Was she trying to act sober? She was very obviously drunk; her attempts to play it off were adorable. She earned an A for effort.

“What’d you do after?” Aiden chimed in, not hiding the teasing tone as well as Wyatt did.

She rubbed her eyes. “Um,” she thought. “I went to Anna’s house. We watched movies for a few hours, and then Henry asked us to play Dungeons and Dragons. After half an hour of him trying to get us to understand the rules, Anna got the wine. The game got a lot more fun after that,” she explained.

“It sounds like you had fun. I’m glad you decided to come home,” I smiled.

Heat rose to her cheeks, painting them pink. “I’m just worried about tackling the stairs,” she quickly changed the subject.

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