Page 9 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

“I’ve had enough men screw me over, and people treating me like I’m the second choice. No one seems to think it matters how their actions make me feel because who cares if I get hurt? I deserve to be treated way better than you guys have treated me. I’d like you guys to leave.”

I move over to the front door and open it.

“Can’t we talk about this?” Braxton asks, and I shake my head.

“We have nothing to talk about,” I lie.

There’s no way that I can tell them about the baby tonight.

Not after they just found out what Helen had done.

Silently, they all leave. When they do, I shut and lock the door. I lean against the door and slide down to the floor as I let the tears fall.

That was harder than I thought it was going to be.

I need to think about what’s best for me and the baby.

This is what’s best.

Right?

Chapter Five

Dylan

Two weeks later…

Nothing has really changed with us. We sent Helen her things, and we banned her from the building. Still, I think we are all at a loss regarding what to do after Holly had rejected us.

I honestly wasn’t expecting her to act so cold towards us, but I guess we deserved it.

She was right about everything we said. As excited as we were to get her back, we never thought about how much we hurt her with our actions while we were going through everything with Helen.

We need time to prove to her that we are serious.

I know that we don’t want to give her up.

We need to find a way to be around her so that we can show her how much we want her back.

I get home, and my men are already there. Dinner is on the table, and it looks like I arrived at the right time.

I give each of them a kiss and feel a spark that has been dormant in all of us for weeks.

When Helen was here, we couldn’t touch each other. She always wanted to join, and none of us wanted to touch her. It has been a long time since I have been close with my men, and that needs to change tonight.

I can feel that they are ready in the way that they kiss me.

“Food first,” Braxton growls against my lips.

“If we must,” I hum in return.

The sexual tension in the room rises at my words.

Dinner feels like it takes forever, but we all wait until every bite is consumed before we are walking back towards our room.

We have a custom-made bed since we are all pretty tall and built men.

I grab Easton and crash my mouth to his as Braxton walks up behind him and kisses along his neck and shoulders.

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