Page 57 of My Best Friend's Triplet Brothers

Chapter 22

Ishookmyhead and found my voice finally. “No, Macy. I’m so sorry. Just…I don’t know what to say. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Were you sorry when you were fucking all three of my brothers?”

A resort employee walked out of the ballroom at that moment, their eyes wide. I fought back an embarrassed sob and ignored them. “Macy, I felt like shit the whole time. It just happened and I got carried away. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“No, I’m sure you didn’t. Not sweet Cupcake.” Macy glared at the slow-moving worker and all but hissed at them. “Move along!”

“I’m just so sorry, Mace. You’re my best friend. You mean everything to me, and I know that I fucked up. I know that I don’t deserve your friendship after this, but I don’t want to lose you.”

“Why my brothers?” Her voice broke, and she let me see her tears. “Why them? You know that’s a line.”

I grasped for the words to help her understand. “I just… It happened, and then I spent more time with them. It just…happened. I don’t… I don’t know how to tell you this without making it all worse. I just… I think I fell for them. I don’t know what to do, Mace. I’m so incredibly sorry that I hurt you.”

“What do you mean, you fell for them?”

I wiped at my tears uselessly. “I care for them. More than I ever cared for Milo. Or any other guy I’ve been with. I know it’s wrong. I know I’m fucked up for it. I just don’t know how to stop it.”

Her face was horrified as she listened. “You care for them? Like…you want to be with them? Not just for whatever fucked up sex thing you were doing?”

I winced and curled into myself. “I’m sorry.”

“I just don’t fucking understand. You’re not some skank who fucks three men at the same time.” She shook her head. “Or maybe you are. I don’t know. I don’t know you at all right now.”

I felt the blow like it had been physical. My heart aching more than ever, I tried one last time. “Please know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you, Mace.”

“But you also love fucking my brothers, so…just…go. I’m not ready to work this out with you. I don’t even know if I can. You can’t be in my wedding tomorrow, though. It’s too much. It’d just be a lot easier if you left in the morning.”

I straightened from the wall and tried to wipe my face. “Okay. I understand.”

“I don’t think you do.” She walked past me, heading back to the bar, and didn’t look back.

I had to walk through the resort with tears streaming down my face and shame sitting heavily on my shoulders. I felt like everyone who saw me knew and thought the same thing as Milo, and even as Macy. She’d been nicer in her names, but it was clear she thought the same of me. I was a whore who disgusted her.

Never looking up, I walked to my room. I just wanted to get inside and pack my bags. I could call a cab and stay at a motel near the airport. I didn’t want to stay at the resort knowing Macy hated me and knowing that everyone would probably find out about me sooner rather than later. If I could catch an earlier flight, I could avoid seeing anyone.

“Looks like you lost in the end, huh?”

I looked up and found Milo leaning against my door. His eyes were both black and swollen, but he still managed to look smug. I didn’t bother trying to hide my tears from him. “Yeah, I did.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t tell everyone what a slut you are.” Moving towards me, he blocked me from getting to the door. “It would’ve served you right. I can’t believe this is who you turned out to be. But, hey, I’ve got a few friends back home who’d love to take a turn with a woman like you.”

I lashed out and hit him square in his already swollen nose. When he grabbed it with a hoarse cry, I shoved him out of my way and let myself into my room. I locked the door and held my hands over my ears as Milo kicked the door and screamed all the terrible things he could think of at me. I was already down, but the words still had sting to them.

I grabbed the TV remote and turned it on, turning the volume up painfully loud. Then, I went into the bathroom and turned on the tub, shower, and sink. I just didn’t want to hear a single thing.

Grabbing my suitcases, I started jamming things inside without any rhyme or reason. I could see the door shake every so often from the force of Milo kicking it, but I pretended I didn’t. I didn’t want to think of the scene he was causing and what he was yelling. Everyone would know. Everyone would think the worst of me.

I had to look at my phone for long enough to look up a motel I could stay in, but when I did, I saw all the missed texts and calls. I saw the effort the triplets had put in for me. It just hurt even more. I wasn’t their first, though. I wouldn’t be their last. They’d find someone who made them happy, who didn’t cause a rift in their family. They’d find someone better.

I sat on the end of my bed, scrolling through the messages they’d each sent me. Andrew was forever demanding and bossy, while Lucas’s messages started out with more humor and eventually grew frustrated and bossy. Warren’s were patient and gentle, his concern for me almost palpable. They were all worried about me. They all missed me. Like I desperately missed them.

Over the sound of everything running in my room, an even louder sound of wood exploding like a bomb hit it filled the room and jerked a scream from me. I stumbled away from the room door that hung off its hinges, not knowing who was coming in through it. Or what.

What I didn’t expect was to see Lucas rubbing his shoulder as he marched in, both of his brothers behind him. I gaped at the three of them, trying to make sense of what I was looking at.

“Happy now? I’ve officially turned into the Hulk for you.” Lucas walked straight to me and dragged me into his chest. “Come here, Cupcake.”

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