Page 33 of One Baddie for Three Daddies

She opens her mouth, but I cut her off. "You didn’t think I’d find out? Damn it, Bia, I thought we had something real here."

Her shoulders sag as she sits down, guilt and resignation on her face. "I didn’t plan it like this. It just... happened."

"Just happened?" I scoff. "You ghosted us back in college because you couldn’t handle saying goodbye, and now you're playing us against each other again?"

"No!" She shakes her head vigorously. "It’s not like that."

"Then what’s it like? Enlighten me."

She takes a deep breath, her eyes locking onto mine. “We’re working together and they were angry, so I thought that--”

“So, you thought screwing all of us was the solution?”

Her jaw tightens. “It’s complicated.”

"Uncomplicate it," I say, leaning in closer, my voice low but firm. "Either you're with me or with them. You can't have it both ways."

"James," she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes.

“No,” I cut her off. “Choose now: me or them.”

She hesitates, looking torn, but that just pisses me off more.

My thoughts are all over the place. I'm fucking pissed that Liam and Alex would be fucking her when they clearly saw her at my place. They're obviously fucking with me, trying to get back at me for dropping them all those years ago.

Bianca shakes her head, her eyes dropping to the floor. She sits down on the couch, silent for a moment. I can see her gathering her thoughts, the weight of what she’s about to say pressing down on her shoulders.

“James,” she begins, looking up at me with those big, expressive eyes. “I have feelings for all three of you again.”

I stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?”

“I can’t choose just one,” she continues, her voice steady but her hands trembling. “It’s not fair to any of us.”

“Not fair?” I scoff. “You think this is fair to me? To them?”

She sighs, running a hand through her braids. “I know it’s messy, but that’s how I feel. Seeing you all again... it brought everything back.”

“So what? You want us to just share you like before?” My tone is sharper than I intend, but I can’t help it.

Bianca’s eyes lock onto mine, hope and desperation flickering in them. “Would you ever be friends with them again?”

I shake my head, the question pulling at old wounds. “It’s not that simple, Bianca.”

“Why not?” She leans forward, her hand reaching for mine but stopping short. “Liam and Alex are still fine with sharing me. They love it.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” I say, the words tasting bitter. “We didn’t just fall apart because of you. We had our own issues.”

“Couldn’t you just try?” she pleads, her voice soft but insistent.

I lean back, running a hand through my hair. The room feels too small, too suffocating. “You don’t get it. We were supposed to start a company together. We had plans, dreams...”

“And you think they’ve forgotten that?” she asks, her tone sharper now.

“They haven’t,” I admit. “But it’s not just about business. It’s about trust. You left, and it felt like everything crumbled.”

Her eyes soften again, and she reaches out to touch my arm. “James, I know I messed up back then. But things are different now. We’re older, we’ve grown.”

I scoff, pulling away slightly. “Different? You think just because we’re older everything’s magically fixed?”

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