Page 63 of Beneficial Misfortune

By ‘that type of shit,’ he means dating and feelings. Vincent fucks plenty of women, but none of them ever makes it further than two times before he cuts them loose.

“I’ll keep you updated.”

The line goes dead before I can respond, and I’m left sitting at my desk wondering if he’s lying to himself or to me and how I would feel about either.

For now, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and move on to my next task. Figuring out more about Kat and how we’ll keep her. She might have fallen into our laps unexpectedly, but now that she’s here, I plan to make her mine.

Permanently.

Chapter 21

Alex is insatiable.

Last night, I’d been sure I was going to get fired, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Instead of firing me, they had offered me the chance to be theirs…

I’m not sure what it was—live-in employee with benefits?

No, that sounds awful.

I’m not sure what the name for what I am is, but I know Alex had fucked me on Nathan’s desk…while Nathan watched. Then he brought me back to my room and fucked me again until my legs were shaking, and I was so tired I passed out before he even pulled out of me.

Shit, that wasn’t another dream, right?

I blink my eyes open slowly, but it’s not necessary. Even before I can see, I can feel the warm body pressed against my back. Strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight to a very bare chest, and I can’t miss the erection pressed firmly against my ass.

“Good morning, Cherry.” Alex’s voice is husky with sleep. Jesus, how does he sound even sexier?

“Good morning,” I manage to say through my daze. I’d almost half convinced myself this was all a dream, but nope, we're both here, in my bed…naked.

It’s too much. My mind replays last night, the meeting in Nathan’s office, the way Alex fucked me on his desk, how Nathan watched, and their offer. I feel myself getting flustered at the memory. There's still so much I don’t understand. Like why they would want me, whatthiseven is, and the one question that’s really bugging me.

If they all share, why hadn’t Nathan joined us last night instead of just watching?

I don’t have any answers, and honestly, I don’t want to ask Alex and risk sounding like an idiot.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” I mumble, trying to untangle myself from his hold to slip away. For a second, he doesn’t move, and I wonder if he’s fallen asleep again, but when I move away from him, he pulls me back against his chest, nuzzling into my neck with a sigh.

“Do you have to?” he asks with a chuckle, and I can’t help but chuckle as well. “Fine.” He relents when I pull away again, and I quickly climb from the bed, worried I’ll lose my nerve. Walking toward my bathroom, I glance back at him. He’s lying on his back with an arm slung over his eyes and an adorable little pout on his lips.

Shaking my head at his antics, I go into the bathroom, closing the door behind me with a sigh. I’d thought some distance might help clear my mind, but even after I go to the bathroom and splash some cold water on my face, all I can think about is last night.

Crap.

I doubt a shower will help, but it can’t hurt. Honestly, I could use some freshening up. Not to mention, I’m not sure I can face Alex right now. What do I do when I walk back out there? Do Iget back in bed or go down for coffee? Shit, I didn’t grab clothes either.

How will I face Nathan or Desmond after last night?

Fuck, how did this get so complicated?

Actually, that’s one question I do have the answer to. Everything got complicated when I started letting my need to get fucked outweigh my brain. Damn these men and the magnetic pull they seem to have on me.

I never stood a chance.

I turn on the shower without letting it warm up before I hop in. The cold water shocks my system. For a few glorious moments, my brain is blissfully silent—that is, until strong arms once again band around my waist.

I’m not proud of the sound that leaves my mouth, but to be fair, he scared the shit out of me. He’s not sorry about it either, based on his chuckle.

“In your own little world in here, huh?” I feel his warm breath on my neck as he presses soft kisses down it, working his way to my shoulders. “What are you thinking about, Cherry?”

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