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My eyes rounded. “No, he’s fine—I just feel like an inconvenience,” I told the partial truth.

“You’re not. And you’re going with him unless you want one of us to drive you. Got it?” Aiden finalized.

“Fine,” I gave. I trusted them, and if they trusted Vincent, so did I.

Saturday was approaching fast, and I couldn’t decide if I was dreading the day or eager to see what awaited me. Regardless of Charles’ intentions, I knew one thing for sure: For my peace of mind, or possibly my demise, I would go into the one room I was never allowed in—the one I knew I had never seen... hopefully.

If I recognized the room, if it felt like I had been there before, the dreams were real. If not, it was my stick, demented mind playing tricks on me.

“Come on, Babydoll, let’s eat dinner, Aiden broke me from my thoughts, wrapping his arm around me and leading me back into the kitchen. Whatever Niko made smelled terrific, and my mouth watered.

I shrieked as he continued his tickle attack, completely catching me off guard. I fell to the floor, and he didn’t let up as he hovered over me. “Say it, and I’ll stop,” he bargained.

The tickling hurt, and I was breathless from laughing. “I want you! I give, I give,” I screamed.

He stopped tickling me and smirked down at me. “And how old am I?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Thirty-something?” I guessed. I genuinely didn’t know.

“I’m 29, and the next time you call me old, I’ll strap a vibrator to your clit and see how long you can last being tickled then.”

Chapter Sixteen

Odette

“If one of you doesn’t take me up to a bedroom and fuck me thoughtless, I’m going to lose it.”

“Please just calm down for a second and tell us what happened. Let us help you, Odette.”

“I don’t want to be comforted. I want to be distracted. Please.”

Six hours earlier

“I have nothing to wear,” I groaned, staring into my closet.

Niko was sitting on my bed, doing his best to help me pick from my many dresses. How was it possible to have so many clothes yet nothing to wear? A better question: how did I find myself in this predicament so often? “You’ll look like the bell of the ball in anything you wear, Cariño,” he promised.

With a huff, I sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulder. “I don’t even like these people. They’re lucky I’m showing up at all, let alone dressed up. Who even hosts formal events like this anyway? It’s literally a dinner, not a wedding,” I complained.

“You could stay home,” he suggested with a naughty hint in his tone. “You could be the bell of the ball here, and you could do it naked.”

My oil leak ended yesterday, and I was once again available for sex. I smirked at him. “I still have half an hour before Vincent picks me up...” I looked at him hopefully. “Real quick.”

Niko broke out in a fit of laughter. “You’re so God damn cute,” he gushed while laying on his back with his hands covering his face. “Odette, do you really think any of us would waste weeks of teasing, the fun of sexual torture, and edging for a quickie?” He asked. “I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re going to take our leisurely time with you,” he promised. “Also, you’ll probably have to be able to walk tonight.”

“I had to try,” I defended, lying next to him. “Soon, though, right?” I practically begged.

“You’ve been trying for weeks. You’ve almost got each of us to break, so kudos to you. You’re giving us a run for our money, that’s for sure,” he joked. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me to his side. “I’m partial to the blue dress.”

“You didn’t think it was too much?” I asked. The dress in question was light blue, silk in texture, floor length, skin tight, with thin straps. It was a favorite of mine as well, but I’d never had the chance to wear it.

“Try it on,” he encouraged.

He slapped my ass as I stood, and I yipped. I grabbed the gown from its hanger and went into the bathroom to change. “Really?” Niko chuckled at my modesty.

“Trust me, me squeezing into this thing is the most unsexy thing you’ll ever see,” I assured with a chuckle.

“I highly doubt that.”

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