Page 21 of Room One Twenty Eight
One should never ask for too much—but I am going to ask for everything.
Sitting tucked between two beautiful men, with a third one watching me with hungry eyes, I have found my place in the world. I might not make the best choices. And I have made plenty of messes in my life. But being at that wedding and then having the guts to go to Club Sin, happened because of my mistakes and my messes.
“I do not need this,” I repeat for the tenth time. Enzo smiles beside me, shaking his head as Mateo speaks for all three of my men.
“What you need it so learn that this is non-negotiable. Being ours means letting us take care of things. Including you. Which means we can spoil you however we damn well please. Full stop. End of discussion.”
Mateo winks at me as he says it though, so I know he’s not being harsh. He is very gentle with me, in fact. In the daylight, far from the club or their condo, they’re the sweetest, most attentive, kindest men I have ever known. I never believed I would find a man to treat me well—instead I found three of them.
“Shopping is a little…” I trail off as Enzo grabs my thigh gently.
“Deserved. You left behind our very favorite dress at your hotel. You left with a little backpack of things. Meaning you haveno things. Not enough at least—and we’re going to see to it you never go without.”
Sighing, I turn to Tomas, snuggling to his side with a huff of a pout. They all laugh but they know I am giving in. After alifetime of getting things from a man—namely, my father—that came with strings, I am apprehensive of letting them get me anything. But I see they won’t let this go.
Truth be told, I am sadly out of…things. When I left the hotel, I thought I would have to go running back to True Ridge to let my father take control of me once again. I figured I would take my time getting there. Take a long, winding road trip back with just my cat and my backpack.
This was a terrible plan for a lot of reasons. Firstly, being my proclivity for accidents. I wouldn’t have made it past Idaho without some sort of disaster befalling me. Second, if I had made my escape, I expect these three hulking men would have been hot on my tail.
“Where will we go first?” I wonder as the big SUV we’re in the back of pulls down a familiar street.
“Food. I have been craving Ramen for days, baby,” Tomas answers for everyone.
We pull down the teeming boulevard leading to University Village. At his mention of food, I recall it has been a few days since I had a proper meal. And it has been ages since I had a hearty bowl of Ramen. I give him a squeeze, celebrating his delicious idea and he laughs, dropping a kiss at my lips.
Enzo smiles at us but I feel a flicker of guilt. I am still getting used to being with all three of them. They kiss me whenever they want. Touch me anywhere they choose. I’ve spent the past two nights going between their rooms to make love and play their sexy little girl games that we all love. Still, in the light of day, it’s a bit harder to remember that they are all mine—and I am all theirs.
“Stop thinking about it, babydoll,” Enzo whispers gently, giving my thigh a squeeze. “We do not care what anyone thinks of us. It’s just us.”
Tilting my head back, I beam up at him because I havenever felt so cherished in my life. It’s been just a few days with them, and I feel as if my life is a fairytale all of a sudden. I was broken, busted down, and bereft of anything worthy in my life. Once chance encounter and here I am.
A princess to three perfect princes who treat me like gift.
“Has no one ever gotten you a gift? Or a bunch of gifts?” Tomas teases as we park, and they begin piling out.
Waiting for them, as I have been told to do, I shake my head. Mateo holds his hand out and I take it, flushing as he helps me out and draws me close. I might still be getting used to things, but I am fast on the uptake. Mateo is the one in charge, on just about every level.
From paying bills to playing in the bedroom, Mateo takes the lead.
Tomas is the sweet, golden retriever, doling out affection.
Enzo is the overseer, his eyes always watching, noting anything or anyone that could bother one of us.
Mateo is truly the daddy. Tomas is his good boy, following his every command and loving the praise that is heaped on him. Tomas can take lead with me, but I sense being attracted to me is a surprised to him. Enzo also plays daddy with ease, commanding both me and Tomas when we play.
Together they make up the perfect boyfriend—three times over.
“Uh, no, not really. I mean as a little girl, my father would get me a doll for my birthday each year. I was never into dolls. He didn’t know or if he did he just didn’t care. Mother…well, she gave me heaping handfuls of verbal abuse whenever she had time for me.”
All three men stop walking, almost making me stumble over my own feet. Tomas and Enzo flank us and they round to face me. I cower under the gaze of all three men, unsure what I’ve done or said. They exchange a look between them. Theyoften talk without words. I hope maybe one day I can be in on the conversation. Not yet, I suppose, too soon for that. Guess I will have to learn their language to get in on that.
“Wha-what…. what did I do?” I whisper, my voice sounding very little.
“Oh, babydoll,” Enzo moves, cupping my face in his big hands. “You could never do a thing wrong. We’re just…bothered by what you’ve told us about your childhood. They were never good to you?”
Flushing at the topic of my sad childhood, I shake my head. “They were never bad. Just…also never good. They wanted a child until they had one. I was more of an inconvenience than anything to them. My father…he uh, he is a man who demands control. Of me, of my mother, of the entire household. He made all the decisions, all of our choices. Even the dolls. I hated dolls. They seemed pointless to me.”
“What would you have wanted for birthdays as a little girl?”
