Page 16 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“Danny, we talked about this. You deserve better than me. Go find someone that can care about you. That’s not me. That’s not any of us.” Derek looked down as if he was ashamed.

“Oh, I know. I just thought.” Danny wiped away a tear.

“I’ll talk to Aiden. He can get you a job off-grounds.” Derek reached out to grab her arm.

She shrank back. Tears were streaming down her face. She turned and ran away. I heard her cries long after she was gone.

“Did you have to be such a dick?” I tossed a piece of bread at him. It hit the bars and fell.

“This coming from the girl throwing food,” he laughed. “We told Pat not to feed you. That man does what he wants.”

“So what do you do? Fuck them and then send them off the grounds. I’m surprised you have any workers left.” I chucked a strawberry at him. This time it went past the bars, and him.

“Why, you wanna be next?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “But to answer your question. No. We have flings, but they all know it’s just that.”

“So you and Aiden share every girl? Does Jason ever join?” I pressed my legs together, willing my body to stop getting wet.

Visions of The Triplets on me, around me, caressing me danced in my head. Imagining what it would be like to have one of them inside me while the other kissed me. The third massaging my chest. I had never been with any man, yet alone three.Would it be better? Could I handle it?

“You just got all squirmy there. You thinking about it?” Derek grinned then took a sip of his drink.

He got up and walked over to the bars. His gray sweatpants showed off his extremely large package.Stop, don’t look there.He reached through the bars to hand me the drink. I scooted back. I would rather drink from the sink than take anything from him.

“It’s wine. Might help take the edge off.” He shrugged when I didn’t move and went back to his recliner.

He sat back in his chair, put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling. For hours I watched him, refusing to speak again. I didn’t want to hear anymore about his sex capades. Well really, I didn’t want to have any more visions. I had to keep reminding myself he held me captive. He was an asshole. A wretched, horrible man with a sexy jawbone and hands that begged to be all over me.

No. I would not think like that. Ugh, why did my captors have to be so hot? I clenched my fists. This was not the way to think. I had to focus on getting out of here. There had to be something I could do. I needed a plan and one that didn’t involve ending up in bed with The Trips.

Pat came and went. He brought food for both of us. He had tried to talk to me but I wasn’t in the mood. Lack of open air and sun was starting to get to me. Not to mention the only thing I could do was stare at Derek. Not that it was a terrible view but it put ideas in my head that I didn’t need.

My stomach clenched. Oh no. I had to go to the bathroom. I looked over at the metal toilet. It was in full view of Derek. If it was just a tinkle maybe I could have. It wasn’t, of course it wasn’t. There was no way. I had to hold it.He can’t watch me all day, right?

Twenty minutes later and my stomach was in full blown panic mode. If I didn’t go soon it was going to be a whole lot worse. Maybe he would give me some privacy. It was the least he could do.

“Um, Derek.” I tried to use my sweet imitation of Vickie's voice.

He turned his wrist to look at his watch. “Sorry, Hot Stuff. Whatever you gotta say will have to wait until my next shift.” He got up and walked away.

Yes, I’m alone!I rushed over to the toilet and pulled down my pants just as Aiden approached. It had to be him because of the blue suit and crisp white shirt. He stood at the bars and stared at me. My hoodie wasn’t long enough to stretch past my waist. So I was literally standing there with my pants around my ankles, exposed.Did he just lick his lips?

“Please, give me some privacy,” I begged, covering my bits.

“I do like when you beg.” He placed a hand on the bars.

“Please, I’m serious.” My stomach clenched, again.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Then we get to spend the next few hours together. Do you need anything? A change of clothes. Hot bath. The key to the cell.” He half grinned then turned and left.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

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