Page 48 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“The man who paid me to steal it. A man named Carlos Garcia.” I clenched my fists.

“He paid you? Are you fucking kidding me, Kira?” Aiden growled.

“You know him?” I scrunched up my face.

Ch. 18 Kira and the dress

Twenty-four hours laterand my mind was still racing. The Triplets had meetings with their Grandfather so they asked me to stay in my room. Since I had so many books there I agreed. The problem was I couldn’t read. I couldn’t do anything, but try to connect the dots on what happened.

Carlos Garcia was after the same property as The Trips. Apparently he was a bottom of the barrel Elite. He was practically Rich as Derek explained. He had been trying to grow his status and couldn’t get ahead. The Trips had no intention of trampling his dream. The property they wanted served a much bigger purpose and they were going to own it. Of course they wouldn’t tell me the purpose.

Jason believed Carlos paid me to steal from them to use the contents of the bag as leverage. He said what was in the bag was enough to make them back out of the property. If that was the only way to get it back, they would step down and allow Carlos to buy it.

Shit, that was all my fault. Had I not stolen it they wouldn't have been in that position. I tried to ask them why the bag was so important. All I got from them was it was one of Jason’s inventions. That dude was seriously smart.

I got out of the shower and tossed on some shorts and a tank top. According to Pat he would be back soon with a few of the servants. They were dressing me for the party tonight. I had never been to a party. I crashed a few to steal things, but I never got to enjoy them. Tonight I would not only be invited, but I was with the men throwing the party.

What did someone wear to a fancy ass party? I would soon find out. I had assumed it would be some over the top big fluffy, hard to walk in dresses and suits for the men. Yea, in my head they all dressed like Aiden. I couldn’t wait to see all three of my men dressed up. Hopefully after the party they would come by and rip my dress off of me.

The door flew open and Pat sauntered in with an entourage. Five women came in carrying dresses and suitcases. How much stuff did he think I needed? My mouth fell open. The women busied themselves around the room setting up. One of them even put together a rack to put the dresses on.

Thankfully none of the dresses were what I expected. They were all sleek and elegant. I didn’t even own a dress and now I was about to try on a bunch. I smiled as I skimmed the rack.

“Aren’t they all just darling?” Pat clasped his hands together. “I picked every one out just for you. Now, there is one small thing. Once you pick one out it has to go to The Trips for a final approval. Oh, but don’t worry it’ll be back in enough time for the big night.

“I can’t believe I get to try these on.” A black silk one slid through my fingers. I ignored what he said about ‘final approval,’ they couldn’t dictate what I wore.

“Sweetie, you are gonna look gorgeous.” He grabbed a red one with a low cut front and handed it to me. “Now try this on while the girls set up hair and make-up.”

“Huh?” My eyes bugged out of my head.

“You are The Trips' special guest, so yes you get the works.” Pat waved me to the bathroom.

As I was trying on the dress my stomach dropped. Yes, this was all perfect, but something was off. I would be getting all glammed up while Vickie served me my drinks? It wasn’t right. She deserved this way more than I did.

I stepped out of the bathroom in my shorts. There was no way I could do this. I would tell Pat I had to speak to The Trips and get this straightened out.

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