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The jealousy in his words betrays the simple questions.
My phone buzzes. After a glance I dismiss it.
Carl asks, “One of your girlfriends?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what she wants.” Mark makes a lame joke but he’s not wrong.
“It’s just a friend.”
“A female one?”
“I’m capable of having female friends.”
“Enough that you don’t need to add Bianca to the list.” Carl won’t be swayed easily.
“She wouldn’t just be added to a list. I want to explore things with her.”
Mark might be experiencing an aneurysm, but until he drops to the ground, I’ll assume he’s okay.
Carl says, “A few hours ago you didn’t even know she was in the auction. You’re going from zero to fucking her awfully fast.”
Mark growls, “Not a chance.”
I’ve confessed my feelings. I’m in now. I have to win this. “Give me one good reason I can’t date her, aside from she’s our stepsister.”
Mark slams his fist on the table. “She has dreams we can’t fulfill. Besides her father would pull his investment if we gang banged his princess.”
Did he just admit his feelings? “We?”
Five
Bianca
“Notachance.”Thedeep, gravelly voice carries onto the wings of the stage where my friends and I are waiting. Unmistakably a pissed off Mark.
So, all three of my brothers probably came since the bodyguard let me know Carl was here. I declined to talk since I didn’t want anything to mess up my chance to participate in the auction. If they think it’s disgusting, that’s their problem, not mine.
Could I be happy with a different set of billionaires? It’s like being in the mood for a triple-chocolate brownie and being offered a cherry lollipop.
I pull the velvet curtain to the side a couple of inches to find my brothers and see why Mark is yelling. It’s not unlike him.
He’s now in a seat at one of the front tables, a bodyguard standing interestingly close to him.
Mark leans forward, head bowed, his forearms on his knees, a bidder’s paddle clutched in his hand. Carl and Sean have paddles too.
Hmmm… in my fantasy, they’re a package deal. How would it work with just one of them? Such a problem would be a blessing.
I wiggle as veins of excitement shoot through me. The bodyguard steps away. If Mark’s anger was dialed up anymore, he might just burst into white-hot flames. Not good.
The other brothers wear strained expressions but not as intensely as Mark.
My attention is drawn to motion as he rises. Our eyes lock as he unfolds himself from the chair and strides toward the stage.
My pulse pounds in my ears.
The bodyguard catches his arm and steps in front of him. The two men square off. This could go wrong. Should I swallow my pride and intervene?
