Page 10 of Four Fiances & I

“I know you have no plans to leave, that you love us all in various different ways. But there is more chance of you choosing one of us over the others. We all had to discuss that before we agreed to share you, which we did at length. I don’t think there is a scenario we haven’t made a plan for, and one thing we all agreed on is that your happiness will always be our priority. If this relationship became too much for you, we would let you make your own choices, even if it meant that three of us had to let you go.”

“I don’t want to lose any of you. Not now, not ever,” I whisper as my eyes fill. “I could never love one of you over the others. Since the day we all met, I knew you were all equally important to me, and I was terrified of the day you would leave me.” A single tear slips down my cheek as the truth consumes me. Maximus smiles at me softly, brushing it away with his thumb, and cups my cheek.

“We quickly realised that you wouldn’t want to choose and were scared we would run. Why do you think we waited so long to tell you how we felt?”

“I thought you were waiting for me to be twenty-one?” I ask, frowning. That’s what they all told me.

“That was part of it,” Maximus starts. “We figured our arsehole parents wouldn’t be able to come between us if you were classed as a full adult. But that’s not the main reason. We wanted to show you that we weren’t going anywhere.” He wipes away another tear whilst keeping eye contact.

“We knew very early on you believed we would only be in the picture whenever our parents demanded it, and that wasn’t what we wanted. We wanted the type of relationship where we would be there for every event in your life, even if you didn’t know at the time. We wanted you to know how much we cared about you and how important you were to us. Most importantly, we wanted you to know that we loved you and you were stuck with us, whether you liked it or not. Even if it meant letting you make bad choices and being there to help pick up the pieces afterwards, it was all part of the plan of making you feel loved.”

I lean forward and hold my man whilst resting my cheek on his broad chest.

“I didn’t make that many bad choices,” I sigh, smirking. Maximus starts laughing as he wraps his arms around me.

“Shorty, you made some of the worst choices in the three years we watched over you. Your friends being a big one. Don’t think we didn’t know about the boyfriends because we did, and they were all terrible, to and for you.”

“Is that why you kept an eye when I was out? Why you would show up, even though Sophia would throw herself at you?” I ask, sitting up a little before looking down at the water. The bubbles have long gone, but the water is still warm, thanks to the jets that turn it into a hot tub.

“We were there whenever we could be. If we weren’t, then a member of our security team would be. Why do you think we suggested the various clubs for you to try? Because we controlled them and had someone watching your back the whole time.” I remember all the times I was helped by bouncers and people behind the bars. They called me a taxi or just ensured I had some water. Everyone always joked about how I was pampered; I guess I was, I just didn’t realise it. But as those memories arise, so does another.

“I thought you were going to give in one night.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them. Maximus is looking at me, but the memory is at the forefront of my mind. One that I pushed back earlier when he was between my thighs, but now there is no distraction and the pain I felt that night hits me in the chest.

“To what?” When I don’t answer or look at him, he places his finger under my chin and lifts my head, not allowing me to blink back the burning tears. “What did you think I was going to give in to? You?”

I shake my head and try to look away, but Maximus turns my head to the side, so I’m looking at him again.

“To Sophia,” I whisper, remembering the pain I felt that night.

“Never-” he starts, but I shake my head.

“You saw us out one night; you were with friends and sat with us. Even though you sat next to me, you kept laughing with her and putting your arm around the back of the booth where she was sitting.” Maximus thinks for a moment before the realisation appears in his eyes.

“To make you jealous,” he admits; with a sigh, he lets go of my chin and runs his fingers through his hair before looking deep into my eyes. “I was tired of hiding how I felt. I wanted you to know but knew I couldn’t tell you. That night when we saw you, I was being nice to your friends, hoping for a reason to spend the night out with you. She was all over me, and I could tell you were jealous. I wanted you to finally admit to me and yourself that you wanted me as much as I wanted you. So, I flirted with her, but my eye was always on you.” He lifts my arms, places them over his shoulders, and rests his hands on my hips, tugging me tighter against him.

“I’m sorry; I only did that because I’d had quite a bit to drink and was determined to make you so jealous you caved into me.”

“I nearly did,” I sigh, tightening my arms around his neck to lean against his chest. “I was so hurt and angry. But I thought if I did anything, you would reject me, so instead, I told you I was going to the toilet and went outside for some fresh air before heading home.”

Maximus’s arms tighten around me, and for a moment, I think he’s going to say something, but instead, he takes a deep breath and kisses the top of my head.

“All of us wasted so much time trying to do the right thing and even doing the wrong thing completely,” Maximus sighs. “But I’m sorry for what I did that night. I shouldn’t have tried to make you jealous; it wasn’t fair to mess with your feelings like that. I saw the pain in your eyes, and that’s why I stopped as soon as you went to the toilet. When we all heard you had gone home, I was furious with myself. I … I sat in my car outside your house all night and most of the following day, wanting to see that you were okay and to let you know nothing had happened.” Maximus buries his face into my hair and sighs. “I’m sorry, Shorty. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You haven’t. I mean, you did at the time, but I get it now.”

“You are too good for me.” Lifting my head, I frown at him. “Yes, you are. I have done things I’m not proud of, like that night hurt you. I’m sorry, and I promise that I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you and showing you how much I love you.”

I look deep into his eyes with a genuine smile.

“You have already made everything up to me and more. I love you, and I know you love me too. Nothing will ever change that.” Leaning forward, I kiss his lips at the same moment as I feel him hardening underneath me, and I know just how to show him how much I love him. Lifting, I lower myself, impaling myself on his cock. We both moan together as our hold on each other tightens, and we show each other just how perfect we are for each other.

ChapterFive

MAXIMUS

The sound of someone banging on a door wakes me with a jump.

“Was that our door?” Jasmine asks as she lifts her head from my chest where she had been peacefully sleeping in my arms. I tighten my arm around her and lie back on the pillow.

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