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“It’s only one night, my friend,” Declan points out the obvious.
“Okay. So it’s got be local,” I concede.
“We take her to the Club and have our way with her there.”
Jasper’s idea has me feeling all wrong. It’s too fucking similar to what happened in our college days. No fucking way do I want a repeat of that scenario.
“Look, let’s get her picked up in a limo, take her to a luxurious hotel. Then we can pamper her, claim her, and then ship her back in the limo,” I offer, trying not to lose my cool.
Surely we can do this?
“Sounds like the start of a great first date. You definitely need a place with a great big hot tub, champagne, a massive king size bed, and expensive alcohol.” Declan seems like he’s warming to the idea.
“I guess,” Jasper replies, and I try my hardest to slow my breathing and not become enraged.
If we can’t agree on what to do with Aurora, then what?
“How about the Julien?” Declan interrupts.
“Great idea,” Jasper and I say at the same time.
“Who gets to fuck her first and steal that virginity?” It’s Jasper who asks the question that we’ve all been thinking.
Jasper has a knack for addressing the elephant in the room. He just says what’s on his mind.
Again, an uncomfortable silence ensues. Everything could fucking derail now.
“I will,” we all say at the same time.
“The fuck you won’t.” Those words are also said by the three of us at the same time.
What can I say? Not only are we brothers, but we’re triplets. Great minds think alike.
Then, to my surprise, the three of us break out in laughter.
“Let’s work that minor detail out when the time’s ripe,” suggests Declan, and I have to agree that it sounds like a plan.
When I hang up, I’m surprised how good I feel, considering I’ve been speaking to my brothers. For the first time in a long time, we’ve managed to talk in reasonably cordial tones for an entire phone call.
Of course, I know I’m going to be the one to take her virginity.
That part is not up for question.
I always get what I want. And I want her…ripe, untouched, and pure.Chapter 9Aurora
In my baggy jeans and T-shirt, I walk the line of luxury stores.
I’m no stranger to this street of Chanel, Louis Vuitton, and Fendi. I shop here a lot. They know me by name.
I came here a lot with my Mom. She loved to buy all manner of luxury and didn’t mind throwing down several thousand dollars for me. I was her baby girl—sweet, innocent, and good.
The world has changed so much since she died.
And Anders is responsible.
Because of him, I’m losing my virginity that I worked so hard to protect. While once he was my parent’s problem to deal with, he’s now become mine. His fall from grace makes their death even more dramatic.
I feel like I’m responsible for everything, and frankly, the pressure’s too much sometimes.
Highmore Chocolates is in a precarious position—or at least, it has been until the virgin auction.
I can’t believe Anders forced me into doing that. I’m still livid.
I check my bank account to see that the funds are there. No way am I going through with this without the three billion.
Yes, my masked men seemed handsome and powerful in the moment, but now I’ve become a bit nervous…
Okay, a lot nervous.
What do I know about men? I’ve barely even kissed a guy, and now I’m expected to shop for an outfit to lose my virginity in.
It hardly seems real. My life has taken a sudden turn for the worse, and I totally blame Anders. How he blew through my parent’s fortune, I’ll never know.
I need to be tougher on him. I need to yell at him and to make him see that he’s ruining us.
If only I could take in the reins of our lives and arrange that everything flows smoothly. But this isn’t in my nature. I’m used to deflecting to my parents, to Anders, to anybody beside myself.
I trusted him. I thought for sure he had our business and our lives going in the right direction. Yes, his addiction was obvious, but I never doubted him for a second.
Now, all of that is gone. He’s sold me off like a common whore, and the virginity that I’ve kept so intact is about to become a thing of the past.
I walk into Chanel, and the salesperson greets me warmly.
“Aurora, we haven’t seen you in ages. Simply ages. How have you been?” he says, kissing both of my cheeks.
“Hi, Patrick, yes, I’ve been really busy. But I need to get an outfit, a very sexy outfit.”
He looks at me like what I’ve said isn’t quite registering. Patrick has known me for years and never once have I asked for a sexy outfit. I’m more conservative than that, not used to showing so much skin.
