Page 39 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

Harems. Plural.

“You’re telling me that’s normal here?” I asked, glancing between Morgan and Adam.

Morgan chuckled. “Depends on what you mean by normal. No one’s passing out pamphlets at the town hall or anything, but yeah. It happens.”

“It works for them,” Adam added with a shrug. “Everyone’s happy.”

Happy.

I tried to process it, but my mind kept snagging on the idea.

I wasn’t naïve—I’d heard of polyamorous relationships before—but seeing it in practice, right here in small-town Medford, was something else entirely.

Morgan arched a brow, studying me. “That freak you out?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “No. Just… surprises me. I didn’t think Medford was that progressive.”

Adam let out a soft laugh. “Small towns aren’t always what they seem. People like to talk, sure, but the ones who matter? They just want you to be content.”

I absorbed that, my gaze drifting back to where Jaxon had now slung an arm around Lila’s waist, pressing a kiss to her temple, while Colt and Ryan continued their conversation beside them. There was no jealousy, no tension… just ease.

It was so different from everything I’d ever known.

Morgan nudged me lightly. “You look like you have a million questions.”

“I do,” I admitted, exhaling a laugh. “I just don’t know where to start.”

Was it really that simple? That easy to find a connection strong enough to share? To build a life that worked outside the usual mold?

And why did the idea of it make my heart beat just a little bit faster?

As the night wore on, the energy in the bowling alley began to shift.

The games wrapped up, groups settled into easy conversation, and the initial rush of competition gave way to relaxed camaraderie.

I found myself standing near the bar, sipping my drink as I took it all in.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Adam’s voice came from behind me, smooth and teasing.

I turned to find him closer than I expected, his signature smirk firmly in place. “Am I?”

He nodded, leaning against the bar beside me. “I can practically hear the gears turning. You’re intrigued.”

Feigning nonchalance, I tilted my head. “Maybe.”

He chuckled knowingly. “You’re a terrible liar.”

I rolled my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me. “Fine. I’ll admit it’s… different. I didn’t expect it.”

Adam studied me for a long moment, then lifted a hand, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.

The touch was gentle, lingering just a second longer than necessary, and my breath caught in my throat.

“It’s not for everyone,” he murmured, his gaze locked on mine. “But neither is pretending to want something just because it’s expected.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “And what about you? Do you like breaking expectations?”

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