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As Mason drones on about something or other I can’t be bothered to pay attention to, I make up my mind. The first chance I get, I’m out of here thanks to that overwrite code. And once I make things right with Mom, I’ll come back.
18
NATALIE
Ireally do try not to pout, but it’s pretty much impossible with the situation we’re in. We’re no closer to finding my mom. Mason treats me like a child. Teagan looks at me as if she doesn’t trust me anymore. Griffin is babysitting me, and Dallas was sent to the suite he usually stays in when at the hotel and ordered to keep away from me.
“You are kind of cute when you’re pouting,” Griffin tells me with a smile.
We are cuddled up on my couch. I’m already in my pajamas, but I don’t feel cozy. All I can think about is that Dallas is not here. It feels off. I’ve barely finished my thought when the elevator chime announces someone is coming. I’m almost certain it’s my brother checking in on me again. I try to move away from Griffin, keeping a distance between us, but his arms tighten around me, not letting me move.
“What’s wrong with you? It could be my brother.”
“It’s not Mason. It’s your surprise.”
I twist my head so I can look over my shoulder at the elevator. The door slides open, and Dallas casually walks into my place. Immediately, a smile spreads across my face and warmth fills my chest.
“Dallas! What are you doing here?”
“I don’t care what Mason thinks or says. He can’t keep me away. What’s he going to do, yell at me? We’re grown ass adults. He can suck it.” His little outburst makes me giggle. It’s not like Dallas to take shit from anyone, but I also know he respects Mason tremendously. So, him going against Mason in my favor makes me feel wanted and cherished.
Dallas walks into the living room, peeling off his suit jacket. He hangs it over one of the kitchen chairs before flopping down on the couch across from us. “What have you been up to?”
“Just cuddling,” I explain. “Wanna join us?” I wiggle my eyebrows, tempting him to come over here.
“Mhh, I think I’m good.” Dallas’s voice sounds just as unsure as his face appears. “I get you can’t decide between the both of us yet, but that doesn’t mean you can have both of us together.”
His statement hits me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t think that they would want me to decide between the two of them. I don’t know why I didn’t think about it since that would be the most common solution. If you like two guys you choose between them. Or at least that’s what society tells us.
“Why not?” I challenge. “Would you really not have a threesome with me?”
He dips his index finger into his collar and pulls it down as if he is nervous or simply getting hot. “With you, yeah, but with him?” Dallas points at Griffin. “I don’t know.”
“So it’s not a no,” I point out. “It’s just that you are not sure.”
Dallas and Griffin look at each other. Both of them have a bewildered look in their eyes. Griffin shrugs. “I’d be fine with it,” he says, but there is a clear hesitation in his voice.
“Why don’t we put that conversation on the back burner and have a drink for now?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.” Dallas’s shoulders relax with a sigh. Griffin seems just as relieved to be done with this conversation.
I get up from my seat and walk into the kitchen barefoot. Taking out three glasses and a bottle of whiskey from my freezer, I fill each with a healthy amount of booze and one ice cube. I take them over to where the guys are sitting and hand each of them a glass, keeping the third for myself.
Taking a small sip, I let the alcohol burn down my throat and land in my stomach with an exploding warmth. Dallas finishes his whole glass like a shot before slamming the glass down on the coffee table with a grunt. Griffin doesn’t finish the whole glass, but he might as well. After he took his swig, there was only a tiny amount left in the bottom.
We all lean back in our seats and fall into an uncomfortable silence.
“Hey, I have an idea.” I break the silence. “Wanna play some poker? I have some cards lying around here somewhere.”
“Poker?” Griffin questions with one eyebrow raised. “I guess if you wanna get your ass handed to you.”
“Please,” Dallas huffs. “I’ve been playing poker since you were still in diapers. I’ll kick your ass any day.”
“Bring it on,” Griffin challenges.
It doesn’t take me long to find the cards buried in some junk in my kitchen drawer.
A few minutes later, we are sitting around my dining room table, and Dallas is shuffling the deck of cards. “What are we playing? Texas Hold’em?”
