Page 3 of Trust in my Heart (Desires of the Heart 2)

I lock eyes with my guys in a silent conversation.

None of us want Helen, but we need to do something for her not to harm the baby.

There must be something we can do. We will have to pretend to take her back until we figure it out.

There is no way Holly is going to forgive us.

With one word, Dylan seals our fate.

“Fine.”

Holly

I got into work later than I had realised.

Yesterday, I spent my day off with my bosses and their man, Dylan. The night had gotten pretty hot, and I wouldn’t mind repeating another night like that, over and over again.

They are all completely gorgeous. Braxton has dark brown hair with it shorter on the sides and longer on the top. He’s got dark brown eyes, and he’s pretty built and muscular, which is one thing I love about all three of them. Maybe it’s shallow of me to love that they all have six pack abs, huge biceps, and that delicious V that goes down to their happy place.

I let out a sigh just thinking about it. Dylan has light blonde hair that has a bit of a longer length, just enough to run your fingers through it and give it a good tug while he’s looking at you with those light green eyes.

Easton has light brown curly hair that I absolutely love to play with. Whenever I’m working, I find myself pulling on a strand.

I’ve secretly envied my friend and her men. Something about the connection of all of them appealed to me. If anyone deserves that kind of love, it’s Kyla.

I rush out to the bar and look around. The men are at their table. Dylan is there, but I stop cold when I see someone sitting with them who I had never thought I’d see again.

Helen.

What the fuck are they doing with her?

I look and catch Dylan’s eye. He just stares at me blankly.

A cold shudder runs through me.

I can feel tears welling in my eyes, but I force them back. I won’t let any of them see me break.

It’s obvious I was just a body to fill the void.

When Helen turns around to see what Dylan is staring at, she looks at me and fucking smirks. I’d love to slap the smirk off of her face.

The bartender calls my name, and I realise that I had just been standing there staring at the men who don’t seem to care who they hurt.

I start working and act like none of it phases me. I pretend they aren’t breaking me, piece by piece.

When it finally dies down, Easton comes up to me. My body tenses when I hear him speak.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and goes about making drinks. I assume that he’s making them for his men and woman. My upper lip curls at the thought.

“I don’t know what you were talking about. It was just a fuck. There were no promises,” I say coldly.

“Holly, you don’t mean that,” he says, sounding pained and dropping his head.

“I guess you will never know. Hey Chad, are you free after I get off work in a couple hours?” I call out to the regular that is always here trying to pick me up.

Easton’s head snaps up and he narrows his eyes at me.

“Sure thing, sweet girl,” Chad says grinning.

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