Page 32 of Tormented Kings

“Yeah.”

“Are you together?” Alice asks.

“I think? He told me to think about it.”

“Thinking about it means fucking two of the sexy Host Club members who you also have feelings for?” Emma raises a skeptical brow.

“No.” I gave her a blank look. “Collin said he would share me with the guys, as long as it means he gets to have me too. At first, I thought it wasn’t fair to him to settle just to make me happy. But then I went and talked with the guys.”

“And let me guess, they told you they liked you, wanted to be with you, and were willing to share you too?” Alice grins wildly.

I nod. “Pretty much.”

“Holy shit, girl,” she sighs. “You're living my bookish girl dream.”

“What?” My brows furrow.

“You're getting your own reverse harem!” Mia laughs. “Lucky bitch.”

“Wait. So you’re with all four of them now?” Emma asks.

My stomach drops. “No. Just the three of them.”

“Not Preston?”

Sucking my lower lip into my mouth, I shake my head. “No.”

“Why the fuck not!” Mia grumbles.

“Because it’s Preston. Do you think he’s just going to magically admit he has feelings? No. He’s going to be a broody asshole about the whole thing until he can’t take it anymore and then snap, confessing his undying love for her,” Alice says as if it was that obvious.

“This isn’t some enemies-to-lovers romance.” Mia glares at Alice.

“But isn’t it?” Alice wiggles her eyebrows. “Could totally be.”

“Preston doesn’t want me like that,” I tell them. Then my mind goes back to what he said at the ball. He wants me but hates that he wants me? What does that even mean?

“Yeah, okay,” Emma snorts.

“You like him, though?” Alice asks.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t matter. Because I already have enough to deal with, I’m not going to chase after a guy. If he wants me, then he can grow a fucking pair and tell me. I’m all for being treated like shit in the bedroom, but I won’t allow it in real life.”

All three of my friends’ eyes go wide. “Holy shit, babe.” Emma bursts out laughing. “You really are a dirty little freak, aren’t you?”

“Oh, fuck off.” I push at her, sending her rolling to her side on the bed.

She’s right, though. But if the guys are into it, then that’s all that matters... right?

“What about this?” Alice asks, holding up a bra.

“Ahh, we’re here for a costume, not underwear.”

“It’s a part of a costume,” she counters, looking it over.

“What is it supposed to be?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “It’s cute, though.” She puts it back on the rack and continues to look.

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