Page 67 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

The guys were acting weird. I thought when I came back I’d give them the stuff I got them, ask them to model them for me, and then… you know, sex. Lots of sex, because I’d been gone a whole week. It was the longest we’d been apart for nine months, since Christmas.

But no. They’d refused. They’d slunk back to their own rooms and whispered amongst themselves.

I couldn’t even get them to sleep in my room that night. Everyone slept in their own beds—and that was weird, because we hadn’t all slept in our own beds in forever. Heck, I couldn’t remember the last time we were each in our own rooms.

I tried to think of what could be wrong, what their deal was, but I just couldn’t think of anything. Whatever it was, I knew they’d tell me eventually; I’d just have to wait.

So I waited. I waited for what felt like an eternity, although in reality it was only twenty-four hours. When the time came, they told me to wait in my bedroom with the door shut, so they could get everything situated.

While I was stuck in my room, I texted Alexa and told her my boyfriends had something up their sleeves, and her response was quick:They were prob going insane without you.Which, okay, that was probably true, but if that was the case, why did we all sleep separately? Why was there no sex?

During my trip, I’d told her the truth. The only way I could get the go-ahead to spill the beans to my best friend was bringing along an NDA to make her sign first. I didn’t think we needed legal backup, because I knew Alexa would never tell this secret to anyone.

Alexa knew the whole truth now: about where I was, what I was doing, and who my three boyfriends were. On more than one occasion she’d gushed about how lucky I was and how jealous she was.

It took the guys a while, so I had some time to think. To be honest, I’d thought a lot about them while I was gone, and with Alexa’s help, I’d decided: it was time to tell them my name. I mean, they’d been to my house, they knew where I’d grown up, so if they’d really wanted to, they could’ve searched the address online and found it.

Bishop knew my name, so that left Priest and Deacon—and I knew if Priest had figured out my name, he would’ve blabbed it to Deacon and been proud of it.

It was something I’d thought about often, but it just never happened. I didn’t want to tell Priest and Deacon my name if they’d feel pressured to tell me theirs. Now that I was officially a permanent member of Black Sacrament, it only seemed right.

Plus, you know, I was so in love with them I couldn’t think straight sometimes.

I texted Alexa back:I’m going to tell them my real name. Wish me luck.

Ooh, good luck! And get that dick!

I had to roll my eyes at her response. Ever since agreeing to be in a relationship with the three of them, it’d been all about getting the dick, in Alexa’s words. Just because she’d lost her virginity years ago and had been getting it since meant I’d lost out and had to make up for that lost time, in her eyes.

Needless to say, I didnotsee it like that, but the sex was definitely a perk of this unique relationship.

Since I’d decided that’s what I was going to do, I changed into something nice. A tight black dress I knew the guys would love; it was lower-cut than what I liked to wear, but seeing as how this was obviously a night in, I’d gladly put it all on display for my guys.

It was still strange to think they were mine. The world might think I was in a solo relationship with Priest, butsomeday we’d come out and tell the whole truth. Someday we’d drop that bomb and let the pieces fall wherever they may.

I did my hair with low, soft waves, and even applied some makeup. I preferred the hot mess look around the eyes now; the black liner really made my blue eyes pop. I was just finishing up when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.

It’s showtime.

Running my hands down the sides of my dress, I walked to the door. On the other side, Bishop stood with a gentle smile on his face, and the moment he saw me, his hazel gaze took me in, a look of hunger flashing behind those orbs.

“Wow,” he whispered, sounding speechless. “You look… you look amazing.”

My gaze fell to his shirt. It was the shirt I’d gotten him while I was away. “Nice shirt.”

“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me,” he quipped, and then he offered me his arm like he was an escort or something.

I chuckled as I slipped my arm through his. “Your girlfriend, huh? She sounds pretty awesome.”

“She has her moments.”

At that smart comment, I narrowed my eyes at him, but I was still smiling, so the fake glare didn’t exactly land.

Bishop brought me out to the kitchen, and the sight of dozens of candles lighting the place all over brought me back in time, just for a quick moment. The night they’dasked me to date them. The night they’d said they each liked me and wanted me. AKA the night our lives changed forever.

This time, instead of just one plate for me, there were four, one for each of us. They were positioned on the island in front of the stools, and Deacon and Priest stood on the opposite side of the island, holding their hands behind their backs. Deacon’s hair was pulled back, and he actually wore an apron.

I wanted to say he looked silly, but I was kind of digging the chef vibe.

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