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Ilayinbedfor hours, thinking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks. Fuck, I went as far back as a few years, thinking about that day on the bridge and meeting Nyxon. I thought about my relationship with Drew, picking it apart, day by day, word for word. I tried to recall any little thing he could have said, any slip-up. Anything to tell me if what he said was true, about his father being involved.
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He never said a word about his father in that regard. I had never met his father, having only been to a few public events with Drew. We always left early and wound up at a frat party, or somewhere else with Drew’s friends. I was never invited to any family functions so I had no reason to be around the Governor, and honestly, I was always fine with that. I didn’t want to know his family. I didn’t want to be around the Governor of fucking California. No thank you. It freaked me out enough that I was dating his son.
When I met Drew, he never let on as to who he was. It wasn’t until a few months into our actual relationship that he told me. In hindsight, I do think that was a bit weird. A person would think that someone like Drew would be ecstatic to throw that in my face. He’s someone who loves his status and flaunts it like it’s his ticket to fame, and it sort of is. He’s a big shot on campus, in his frat, and around his peers. People know who he is and he loves the notoriety. So why did he keep it a secret from me for so long?
Why and the fuck would his father sick that bastard on me? How could his father even know who I am? Does he know who Ireallyam? Who my parents are? Are they enemies of his? I have no idea.
It’s one of the worst parts about not knowing my origins, my family, or where I came from. I have no idea if myself and my family are even from the area. Just because I was dropped off as an unconscious and broken child at Saint Francis doesn’t mean whoever dropped me off found me here. For all I know, my parents could have done it themselves, abandoning me.
I know virtually nothing about myself. I don’t know my ethnicity, my birthday, or my familial relations. I don’t know where I’m from or if I even have a family. I don’t know my health history besides the accident and everything after waking up in the hospital. The doctors made a guess on my age but who knows if that’s even correct. Even my birthday is just a random day chosen for me. A day that I fucking despise and refuse to celebrate, but a fake day nonetheless.
I’ve considered doing a DNA test. The doctors did one when I was in the hospital. They even did a health screening. But I was too young for them to go over the results with me, so they shared them with my foster parents, who chose to not tell me. Nurse Lou has told me time and time again that the results are still stored in my records when I want them. But after all these years, I’m fucking terrified of what they will tell me.
My thoughts continued to spiral, breaking down every interaction with Drew, and then with Maddox, Gage, and Nyxon. I’ve torn every conversation, flirty wink, sexual comment, sweet gesture, caring word, and intimate touch, apart. The only thing that I have come up with is that I am royally fucked.
I have feelings for all three men. Serious goddamned feelings. I like all three of them. I enjoy spending time with Gage and Maddox. I could do without Nyxon being a massive cocksucker, but I still have feelings for him. I don’t know what the hell will happen with him if anything, but it doesn’t stop me from caring about him. Maddox and Gage, however, I like them enough to see where things could go. I just have no idea what to do about liking and wanting both of them.
They kissed me in front of one another, back to back, and there were no brawls or angry words. Of course, that could have happened after the fact, but I’ve yet to hear any screaming or gunshots, so I guess we’re safe. Does that mean they just want to fuck me? To share me? And they are cool with that? Fuck, who knows. The only way I will find out is to woman up and ask.
My mental spiral is interrupted by my stomach’s loud growl. I roll over and look at the phone Gage gave me, seeing it’s well past dinner time, and I’ve barely eaten besides breakfast today. Fuck, was it just this morning that I was in the shower with Maddox before the boys fed me breakfast and took care of me? It literally feels like it’s been days.
I get up and gingerly take care of business in the bathroom before splashing cold water on my face. My poor busted-up and broken face. I sigh and shake my head, forcing back the emotion that wants to come out. I will not give that asshole any more of my tears.
I quietly pad out of the room and into the dark house, listening for any signs of life. The hallway automatically illuminates with my steps and I’m taken aback by the badass technology. I think I could get used to staying here. The house really is amazing. It’s nicer than any place I’ve ever stayed, not that it ever mattered to me. But the fancy amenities are pretty cool.
I walk into the kitchen and again, the light automatically bathes the white sleek room in light. The open floor plan shows that no one is on this floor and it’s eerily quiet. I’m not sure what to do. I don’t want to help myself to their food, but my stomach is growling loudly and my body aches, telling me I need more pain pills. I look around, trying to decide what to do, before seeing a note on the counter. Deciding if I should snoop, I say fuck it, and walk over to read it.
Baby girl-
We’re in the gym.
Help yourself to whatever you want.
Your sandwich is in the fridge,
pills are on the table.
-Maddox
I smile at his thoughtfulness and consider what I should do. Ishouldeat the sandwich and take the pills before crashing out and leaving the lying liars to themselves. But the idea of seeing them, in the gym and sweaty, no less, has me making my way to the elevator.
I’m so fucking happy that they are boujee bastards and they have this thing. I would not be making it up to three flights of stairs right now.
I’m also thankful that Maddox gave me a tour earlier. I remember that the gym is on the top floor of the townhouse.Townhouse, he called it. It’s a fucking massive mansion.Rich assholes. I should have known they were into some nefarious shit when I saw this house. What gym owners live like this?
Not to mention, I’ve already seen three different fancy as fuck vehicles driven by the men. Gage is always wearing suits, probably Prada or some shit. They never even blinked an eye when I said who Drew was and how powerful his family is. It makes sense now, considering who they are. And yet, here I am, riding a fucking luxury vessel, willingly walking into their lair.Dumb fucking idiot.
The chime on the elevator pings, letting me know I’ve reached the top floor. The doors slide open and I slowly step out, listening for the boys.Boys?I scoff and roll my eyes. Yeah right, these guys are men. Hardcore, dangerous, sexy as sin men. Men who I need answers from. A serious conversation needs to be had. That thought alone sobers me and propels me forward, making my way through the vast, multifunctional space. The top floor is probably my favorite part of the house. I understand why Maddox was so excited to show me around. This floor is the same size as the first, but it’s not an open layout. It’s sectioned off into rooms full of amenities that I would never imagine hardened gangsters having a use for.
There’s a good size gym, a sauna, a small theater room, a game room, and a bar. The bar I understand, because well, hardened gangsters. The rest though? I mean come on. A game room with a vintage Ms. Pacman machine and a theater with an honest-to-God popcorn maker? Who and the fuck are these men?
The sound of loud rhythmic beats and low male grunt pulls me from my perusal and reminds me that I have a mission to complete. Find, confront, and get answers.
Of course, that all goes flying right out the window the moment I step into the gym.Holy fucking shit balls.My mouth waters and my heart begins to thunder in my chest at the sight in front of me.
Lost it by ZHUis playing like an anthem to all of my wet dreams come to life. Maddox and Gage are tumbling around on the padded mats in the middle of the open room. Sweat coats both of their half-naked bodies as they spar. They go toe to toe, dancing out of each other’s reaches, totally wrapped up in focusing on one another, unaware of my ogling.
Maddox quickly kicks out, clipping Gage behind the knees, making his legs buckle and he hits the floor, hard. I stifle a gasp. Madd doesn’t waste the opportunity, and drops down onto Gage’s prone form, straddling his upper thighs.
