AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Yes, I have more than one secret to share.
After screwing up my courage, because it was going to suck balls if it backfired on me, I informed the guys I like them. As in, I amattached to them, like them. And now I’m hoping I don’t end up regretting showing my hand.
The guys just triple-teamed me. At least I think that’s what it’s called. And it was heaven, pure heaven. I loved every second of it and want to do it again, soon. It was powerful, beautiful, and fucking hot. It was different from any experience I’ve ever had.
Or wasIdifferent?
We’re catching our breath now, sprawled on my bed. Somehow, incredibly, I am surrounded by three Greek-god-like men, who are all touching me, holding on to me, like I’m a lifeline.
Works for me. I’ll be their lifeline.
But before I get too comfortable, I scoot to the bathroom to clean up. And when I look in the mirror, I don’t recognize the woman looking back at me.
My face is different than it was three or four weeks ago. It’s different from last night. And it’s different from when I’d gotten up that morning. I just don’t look like Abby Madden, college student from Miami, anymore. I look relaxed. Worldly. Well-fucked. Slightly pretty. The same but not the same.
Is what I’m looking athappiness? Am I happy? I’m a goddamn prisoner, I just learned some terrible things about my father, and the future I thought I had ahead of me is now pretty well disintegrated.
But strangely, I feel okay. Maybe for the first time in forever.
It’s when I’m back in bed that I share my news. They look at me and nod, not saying anything, but I believe I know what they’re thinking—that they like me just as I like them. They’re just not ready to say it.
And if I’m wrong?
Fuck ‘em. Their loss.
Although, now that they can’t send me back to my father, I don’t know what the hell they think they’re going to do with me. I mean, I’m pretty much their problem now. And they’re not about to throw me out on the street, I’m sure of that.
A couple more peaceful weeks pass incredibly quickly, and my attempted escape seems to be forgotten. Old news. At the time, they didn’t seem happy about. Maybe it was an act, to scare me into submission. But now it’s like it never happened.
The best news is, that since we’re at the villa, I have a lot more to do to fill my days, the least of which is training the puppy. It takes up a bunch of my time although I have to admit it’s great fun. I can see that for the person who’s working full-time and has a hundred other things to do, dealing with a puppy is stressful. But since I have all the time in the world, the puppy and I can move gradually.
And I’ve named her. Finally.
She’s called Bonita, since I came by her in Spain, and it looks like she’s already answering to it. At a little over three months of age, she seems to have mastered sit, stay, and down. Come and heel are coming a bit more slowly, but that’s ok because we’re having a blast. I adore my pudgy little tank, and after she eats, you should see how full her belly is.
I can’t imagine my life without her.
The guys love her too and I can tell they’re a little jealous when she goes to one of them and not the other.
The only one she doesn’t like is Karol, which cracks us up. The quietest, most gentle person in our group is the very one she avoids, actually hiding when he enters the room. But I am sure that, in time, she’ll warm up to him.
Another good thing about being off the boat and here on the island is going to restaurants. Not that the food on the boat wasn’t great—it was. It’s just that getting dressed up and going out is so much fun, as is the variety of food.
Except the place we went to tonight.
I’ve taken to ordering octopus almost everywhere I go. First, I love it, and second, every restaurant makes it a little differently. It’s some sort of Mediterranean thing.
Unfortunately, tonight, it didn’t agree with me. In fact, it was like I’d ingested something old and rotten, which I knew I hadn’t, but my digestive system sure was acting like it. Like I’d insulted it with something strange and foreign and that it wanted to get back at me for it.
Thanks, stomach.
So after dinner, I head to my room to ride it out. After opening my window for fresh air and lying down, there’s a knock on my door.
“Hello?” I call weakly.
Bogdan pops his head inside. “Can I come in?”
I nod, pushing myself up in bed, and he brings me a tray with chicken broth and tea.
