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My shoulders tense. I’m going to let them down all over again when this silly little pretend girlfriend thing ends. “Yeah, he’s great,” I say.

And so’s the other guy too.

But how would I ever say those words to them? They’d never understand what I’m feeling right now.

She and my dad were high school sweethearts. They had the perfect wedding and have the perfect marriage, the perfect daughter in Cassie.

I’m just…well, me.

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Trina

On Friday morning at breakfast, the clock is ticking faster than usual. Just this weekend and then I’m moving into my own place. I want to stop time, but instead, we’re making wedding plans.

“Neither one of us has a game tonight,” Chase says at the island counter. “We want to take you shopping when you get off work. To Charlotte Everly’s. For a new dress to wear this weekend,” he says, and whoa.

These guys don’t fuck around. She’s the newitdesigner. I can’t afford her stuff. I can only salivate over it. “I love her designs,” I say.

“Good. Then you should wear one of her dresses when you dance with each of us on Sunday,” Ryker adds.

“Then when we undress you after here,” Chase continues.

“And then we’ll spread you out on the bed in your new lingerie we’llhave bought for you.”

I swoon. “Yes.”

I’m fantasizing about Sunday when a notification pops up on my phone. Seriously?

It’s Jasper.

The preview pane saysYou got to meet my idols. The least you can do is pay me back for those tix you stole.

I snort-laugh. “Please,” I say, then I finally reply to Jasper for the first time since I left him.

With a GIF of monopoly money.

I show the guys and they smother me in righteous kisses. “Our book babe is badass,” Ryker says and once we finish breakfast, they walk me to the door, where Chase hands me a brown paper bag.

“You said you had a busy day today so in case you can’t get out for lunch, I made you something.”

My eyes widen. I’m officially melting before I go into work. “What is it?”

“A peanut butter sandwich with fresh strawberries,” he says.

“My favorite.”

Though these two guys are my favorites too.

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That evening, Kimora shakes the black and gold paperback in frustration. “Nope. I will never forgive Angus for not burning down the world for Lorelei.”

Aubrey sits on the edge of the couch, pointing to the cover with her perfectly polished nail. “He’s a hero, not a villain. He’s not supposed to burn down the world.”

“An antihero,” Kimora insists, pointing a dismissive finger at the book in question.

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