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James
She can't be serious, right?
I turn around, scanning the other faces at the party, in an effort to divert attention. What the hell?
A threesome? With both me and that asshole?
Shaking my head, I place my hands on my hips and walk away from the two of them. Maneuvering through a few people, I come to the edge of the yacht. As I lean over the railing, I shake my head again and clasps my hands together.What in the fuck.
I’ve had a couple of threesomes, and I know that they can be fun with the right people. But Mattheo? With her and I? He certainly doesn't seem fun. Especially when he used me as a punching bag.
I don't know about this. About him.
Of course, I get her desire for both of us, and she doesn’t want to hurt either of us. I just don't know if I would be able to share her, especially with him.
I glance over at them both. He has a blank look on his face and I'm willing to bet his thoughts are a little like mine. A server comes by, offering flutes filled with pink champagne.
"Thanks," I say, as I take a glass.
Turning back around, I take a sip and hang my head over the railing.
Next thing I know, Alexa is beside me leaning her back against the railing.
"I'm sorry if my request is upsetting to you."
"It's just not what I expected to hear from you," I say as I take another swill of the champagne. "I guess I thought you'd just pick one of us."
Shrugging my shoulders, I move my hands up, showing that 'I don’t understand' pose.
"James, it's tough for me. I really like the both of you and you both offer completely different sides that speak to me."
She places a hand on my arm.
"To my heart."
"What you did for me last Saturday meant a lot. The picnic and the circus. But it was the children running and having fun that awakened a long-forgotten part of me. It took me back to my childhood and made me feel good inside."
I'll make you feel good inside.
"I thought I made you feel good inside, in other ways," I state solemnly.
She chuckles and removes her hand from my arm. I feel like she took offense at my comment and is playing it off.
"Well, you do."
"But I want more," she exacts, very business-like and professional, but with a hint of dominance. "Would it surprise you that I have thought multiple times about having the both of you fuck me? That I’ve masturbated to the both of you at the same time?" She turns and faces me directly for effect.
"To be honest, no. It doesn't surprise me," I remark. "But what does surprise me, is that knowing my history with Mattheo, you'd ask something like that of me, and of him."
I take another drink of the champagne, then decide to finish it off.
Pivoting my body around, I turn to where Mattheo is.
"Look at him over there," I point my empty glass in his direction.
He’s sitting on a sofa with his head in his hands.
"He looks shell-shocked to me."
