Page 44 of The Billionaire's Bride

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I give her a dirty look.

"I’m not the one getting boned by two hot alphaholes."

"I am not getting boned by them," I protest.

"Surely you’ve thought about it?" She waggles her eyebrows, "Imagine two dicks at the same time. Not to mention, you’ll have two pair of hands, two sets of lips, two tongues and—"

"I can count," I say dryly.

"Can you, though?"

"What?" I groan, "Come out and say it, Isla." I place my now empty coffee cup down on the floor and lean forward in the tiny dressing room, "What’s on your mind?"

"That pushing both of them away is not the way to go about this."

"Why not?"

"It’s the proverbialhiding your head in the sand and hoping that it will all go away."

"If only it were that simple," I mumble. "Not that I am not trying, believe me. I’ve tried to regulate the time spent with each of them and, clearly, that’s not going to work."

"You barely gave it a chance to work," she points out.

I snort, "I only have to spend a few moments alone with either of them and things just get out of hand, so yeah, not going down that path."

"So, you decide you’re not going to see either of them?"

"Well, yeah." I raise my shoulders. "What would you have done?"

"The opposite?"

"Huh?"

"Spend time with both of them?" She stares at me as if I am a complete idiot.

"Wait, what?"

"I mean, spend time with both of them."

"At the same time?"

"YES."

"So, what? Like, double date, except it would be a threesome of sorts?" I frown

"Yes."

"No." I shake my head.

"Yes." She nods.

I jump up, brush past her into the studio and begin to pace. "This doesn’t make sense at all."

She stands up from her chair and leans against the doorway of the dressing room. "Why not?"

I turn on her, "Hello, can you hear yourself?" I throw my hands in the air. "You’re basically saying I should be with both of them, and risk them hurting each other?"

"Why would they do that?"

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