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“Me? I can’t even begin to understand this. Why me?”
“But he also promised the same thing to Kingston, Nolan, and Fletcher if they managed to stop me from getting you to say yes to me.”
“Okay, I think I’m down to two brain cells here. Your uncle promised both you and them his companies if you got to marry me or if they got to prevent you from marrying me. Like I was some sort of prize... with no feelings?”
“Pretty much. I don’t know why he did that. He never gives his reasons. But, Holly, they’ve been essentially cock-blocking me since the moment you arrived. They even flooded my house, thinking I would leave.”
“Oh, my god.”
“I just wanted you to know. And since I lost and they won, they get the company. Bye, Holly.”
She couldn’t be madder if she tried. She wanted to strangle them. And when the door opened, she knew she was going to get her chance.
Wrapping the sheet around and wishing she had time to put on some proper clothes, she delivered her first line of attack.
She flung a vase their way, and Nolan caught it casually in his hand and then placed it down on a table.
“You three are insane. No deranged. No, you three are psychos. Youfloodedhis house? Are you just plain mentally unstable? You flooded his house. And I thought that was bad, but no, you three had to win that bet, right, so you took my virginity? You slept with me just to win a bet your uncle set for you?”
She whirled around in disbelief, failing to truly believe how low they had gone in their quest for victory.
“And here I was worried that I had a dream about you three and then had to totally reset my life because it was wrong and bad. You just...” She had to leave. And once she walked out of the door, she was going to leave every thought of them here in this room, and then she was going to burn it down in her head. But she needed Fyre’s stones to help her because she was worried she was still a little fragile at the moment.
She started rummaging through her things, and then, finding the velvet pouch, she removed her stones and, using both her hands, held them up.
Please, universe, just work for me now.
The difference was she was on the precipice of falling in love with them. They were just trying to scare Greg away from her to win a fucking prize, and that prize wasn’t even her. Big difference.
She was still their stepsister. They were still her stepbrothers.
“What are those?” Fletcher asked, frowning.
“They’re my protection stones.”
“To protect you against what?” Nolan asked seriously.
“You three,” she cried. “They’re meant to protect me from you three. Well, the other way around. But do you know how hard it is to be me? Do you know that I have to carry these stones around every day since I met you? Yeah, that’s what I do. Do you know why?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at them.
“Because I had one bad… bad dream after meeting you, and my whole universe became one string of bad luck after another. Do you know why? Because I’m your stepsister, and I’m not supposed to be dreaming about you naked, all three of you. That’s just freaking wrong, and the universe showed me what would happen if I continued. So I got help, like a responsible grown-up, and then... and then you three… you kiss me. You take my virginity—”
She closed the distance between them, and then—desperate measures and all that—she started to rub the stone over them. Their faces, their chests, and down their arms. “You three need the protection more than I ever did. Here, take it, keep it. Use it. But I’m done.” She shoved the stones into their hands and turned around. She had to start packing.
“And, news flash, Greg is the only thing that can actually stop me from fantasizing about you three dopes. So, you know what? I’m going to ask him to marry me. The weekend isn’t over yet, and he’s still going to beat your ass and get that damn company you so desperately wanted that you would literally screw me over for.”
Chapter Ten
She hated that they moved with such deadly speed. She hated even more that they could move her around like a piece of cheap furniture.
Her attempts to get her bag and get dressed were wholly thwarted when she found herself stripped of the sheet she had used to wrap around her and then placed on her hands and knees on a leather chaise in the room.
She didn’t stand a chance of escaping them, and it didn’t matter how hard she tried to do so. And then, more shockingly, her wrists and ankles were wrapped with strips of silk that they had torn off from the very expensive curtains, and then used to bind her to the chaise, leaving her 100% restrained and imprisoned to the furniture.
"Your safe word istar."
"Tar!" She screamed over and over again.
"Doesn’t apply. We haven’t touched you yet."
