Page 132 of Three's A Crown

“You naughty little whore.” Auggie chuckles again.

I glare at him but can’t hold it before I burst out laughing.

“You’re now my naughty little whore though.” He grins, pulling me to his side and nibbling my neck.

“Anyway, they wanted me to choose, I told them I couldn’t. I said they either shared me or that was the end.”

Augustine’s brows rise. “Seems like this is a reoccurring theme.”

“There were a couple of footmen too,” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

“I’ll make sure to keep an eye on you around any footmen then,” he teases.

“Magnolia and Dante slept together as teens, and as you know, something happened between them and they never spoke again.”

“And she’s never told you what happened?”

I shake my head.

“Now they are stuck together, has anything happened or are they ready to kill each other? There’s a fine line between love and hate,” Auggie adds.

“Who knows? Magnolia is a vault anything could happen, and we would never know,” I explain to him.

41

AUGUSTINE

It’s a week before the wedding, and the palace is in full wedding mode. Rosalie and I are both overwhelmed with all the social events and gatherings we’ve been attending. The numerous media engagements and charity events we have taken part in have us on the exhausted side over the past three weeks, that I’ve requested a day off from it all. I want to take Rosalie away for the day just the two of us so we can catch our breaths before the wedding next week.

It's been hard these past couple of weeks without Greyson by our side, I miss him terribly, it’s like a piece of my soul is missing and no matter how much I try the hole is still there. Rosalie noticed one night how down I was about Greyson that she stole her sister’s phone and called him on it. He picked up Skylar’s call, and hearing his voice again was exactly what we needed. Rosalie explained to him that blocking me, us, wasn’t the answer and that no matter the distance there was a gaping hole in our lives and bed where he needed to be. Greyson confessed he had been missing us too and that he’d been watching and following everything we had been doing together. He said he was proud of how well the two of us had been dealing with the scrutiny. At the end of that phone call, we all agreed that Greyson needed to unblock us from his phone, and we needed to start talking again.

And once we did, things between the three of us heated up quickly. The other night Rosalie walked in naked from the shower while Greyson was on FaceTime. We all stilled and before we knew it, Rosalie and I were fucking each other in front of Greyson. Who watched and jerked himself off to what we were doing.It was so hot.Once we realized how much we all loved it, it turned into a nightly ritual.

“Where are we going?” Rosalie calls out as I take my boat out of the marina.

It’s a beautiful summer’s day, there’s blue above and below us. Thankfully, I have my maritime license and can drive this boat without anyone else on board. It’s the only mode of transport my father lets me take out without bodyguards because of the state-of-the-art security we have installed onboard and the defense systems for our lands from the sea.

“Somewhere special. I promise you will enjoy it,” I say, smiling down at her as she sunbakes in a barely there white bikini. My dick twitches.Easy, boy, you’re saving yourself for the surprise.

Rosalie’s eyes narrow on me, but she lays back on the deck and enjoys the sunshine.

An hour later, I am pulling into a quiet cove. It’s deserted. No one knows about this place—not my family, not the public—no one except Greyson and me. We used to come here as teenagers when we wanted to explore each other without the staff knowing. It was our happy place.

I pull up at the rickety old dock, then moor the multimillion-dollar boat after coming to a complete stop. I take Rosalie’s hand and lead her down the wooden planks toward the beach.

“Where are we going?” she asks again.

“There is a cave up ahead that has a gorgeous grotto where we can swim around naked.” I wriggle my brows at her. “It’s a great place to get away from the wedding prep for a couple of hours.”

Her blue eyes widen with surprise, and a broad smile appears on her face. We walk across the beach and around a bend, and there it is—the large, dark cave.

“Wow, you would have no idea it’s here,” she states.

“It’s my secret place,” I tell her as we walk toward the opening and then stop before entering. “Before we go in, you’ll need this,” I say, pulling a tie from my pocket.

Rosalie’s eyes widen with curiosity.

“Do you trust me?”

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