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“So, that means no extra guest tonight, Ben,” Axel says, punching me in the arm.
“I’ll just have to find someone willing to play with me at work.”
“Damn it, Ben. You’re going to get us in trouble again. You know Willie doesn’t want you playing on the job. If you get caught again.”
I cut Damien off, “If I get caught again we’ll have to endure another boring ass lecture about how we’re supposed to look attainable, but can’t be attainable. Blah, blah, blah.”
“Just don’t fuck it up tonight. I hate having to show your girl of the night out of the house,” Axel says as Damien parks the car in the driveway.
“Fine, Axel boy, I’ll give you a break for tonight. I’ll be all polished off before we clock out.”
Damien groans as we walk into the house.
“You know I wouldn’t complain if either of you decided to bring a woman home. Maybe if the two of you loosened up, and had some fun you wouldn’t be so upset having to usher out the wobbly-legged women I bring home. We’re the Trifecta, why don’t you use it?”
“Because we want something more meaningful,” Axel says for the hundredth time.
We walk into our house, the happiness pushing off us. None of us bothered by our conversation. “Work out in the garage in ten,” I say, heading to my room.
“I bring women home, Ben,” Damien says next to me. “Just not as many as you do. And stop teasing Axel. You know he hates the way women treat him. The way they treat us like they own us. He doesn’t want a one-night stand. He wants it all.”
“I know he wants the love of his life like good ol’ Mom and Dad, but can’t he have fun until he finds her? He was more fun when he played around, until he decided to wait for the one. Now he’s boring.”
“He got bored of the fake intimacy, and I am too, but you know he’s not boring, he’s scared. Just go get ready for our work out. You’re never going to change, and neither are we.”
I flip Damien off as I open my door. I enter my room with my head held high with pride. We did it. I’m so proud of my brothers. We’re following a dream we had when we first stepped into the business, and now it’s coming true.
We meet up in the garage, all of us changed into our work out clothes. When the Trifecta started coming into its fame we couldn’t go to gyms anymore. It turned into a shit show with men attempting to out-bench us, hurting themselves in the process, and women showing up in tight clothes, staring at us with lust pulsing off them in waves. We were asked to leave at least three gyms before we decided to build one at home.
Fame. It comes with the job.
And we blew up over night, becoming one of the hottest shows in Vegas.
Damien was livid when we had to spend money on the at home gym. He was pissed at the expense, but he couldn’t deny we needed to get out of public. It didn’t put us too far back, though. We’d been saving money, not spending it on anything too lavish. The three black Range Rovers in the driveway excluded. They’re fucking awesome. Those SUV’s are to keep up appearances. A must, so to speak. Just like our state of the art gym.
The three of us begin working out, none of us stepping on the other’s toes. We have this down. One on cardio, one on free weights, one on the weight machine. The music blasts through the speakers as we move around the garage getting our sweat on. The grunts and clangs are the only other sound coming out from the room.
After our work out, we go into our respective showers to get ready for our night. Our parents made the decision to get us our own bathrooms when we hit puberty. Thanks, Mom and Dad. When they retired from teaching, they wanted to travel the world, which they’ve been doing for the past seven years. Leaving their baby sons to take over their house. Best parents ever. We work hard to make it our own. Just like everything else we’ve done.
And there’s plenty of room.
My brothers asked me not to bring anyone home tonight, and I’ll respect their request. It just means I’ll have to work fast as soon as we get to work.
I like a challenge. I’m all ready for it. Maybe I’ll get two lucky ladies tonight just to prove I can. Maybe I won’t pick anyone up. It’s not like an everyday thing, but tonight is special. Tonight is a celebration. And I do feel like celebrating. I smile at myself as I pack my stuff in my duffle bag.
