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“Where are your panties, baby?”
“With Liam.”
“You let him touch you?” “Yes,” I answer. “Did he fuck you?” “No.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
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“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get upset with you. We’re together now, that’s what matters.”
Things are not fine. Not fucking fine in the least.
Now, I’ll just settle for beating him to a bloody pulp.
“Heard you touched my girl. Finger fucked her did you?”
“Your girl? Don’t you mean your nephew’s?”
“Or your best friend’s. However you want to call it,”
“Stay away from her, Liam. This is your only fucking warning,”
“No,”
“I’m not going to stay away from her, not unless she asks me to. She’s special. I like her.”
“Of course she’s special. She’s my fucking girlfriend.” “And Asher’s fiancée,”
“This life we were born into is hard, all innocence, kindness and compassion was practically beaten out of us from birth. Not her though. She’s like a goddamn unicorn in our world, and everywhere around us there are people ready to slaughter her. I won’t let that happen.”
“Just…keep her safe when I can’t. Okay?”
There are shelves of cleaning supplies and maintenance tools as well as Liam and Ronan.
“I like you, babygirl. I want more nights like last night, I want your days too. I want you.”
“It’s okay, if you want to be with him. It would be easier, at least for the time being.”
“I want you, Ronan. I…we…”
“What if you didn’t have to choose?” Liam says. “What?”
“What if we didn’t make you choose? What if you could be with both of us?”
“Things are…messy right now,” Ronan continues. “I can’t be with you the way I want to, the way you deserve. Though, you would still need a level of…discretion with Liam since you are engaged. He can be with you in a lot of ways and places that I can’t.”
“You’re everything, Skyla. Absolutely fucking everything. No one matters to me more than you, do you understand me?”
“By coming to me with this and knowing you want him too… he’s the only man that would be barely worthy of you.” “Apart from you, of course,”
“I’m not so sure I’m even there.”
“You’re more than there, Ronan.”
“What if you guys want to be done? If you don’t want to be with me or—” “Not gonna happen,” they say in unison.
“Okay,” I say.
“Thank you, babygirl. I almost skipped breakfast. Most important meal of the day!”
I’m happy, we’re happy, at least I think so and for once, I won’t be letting Asher fucking Putnam ruin that.
“There is a difference between loyalty and submission, Asher. I’m beginning to think you don’t give a fuck about my loyalty, only my submission. It doesn’t bother you that I like her. It bothers you that you’ve told me I’m not allowed to like her, and I date her anyways. It bothers you that I’m not your little bitch. That you can’t say to jump, and I’ll beg to suck your dick in thanks.”
I went along with you because I thought that’s what friendship was about, supporting one another, even when we don’t like what they’re doing.”
I like her a lot, and I’m not the only one. You can hate her all you want. You can hate me all you want, but don’t you dare act
like me, choosing my happiness for once has anything to do with betrayal.”
“One more word about her, and I’ll break your goddamn jaw this time. I mean it. The shit talking is over. You want to bitch, you do it elsewhere. I’m not going to stand here and let you talk about my girl like that.” “Your girl?”
“That’s right. My. Fucking. Girl,”
I’m dating two men…at the same time…and they know about it…and are at least, moderately okay with it?
To my light, You shine so bright, like the sun on a summer’s day Your creamy colored skin aching to be touched Your delicate sensitive soul longing to be held I’ll care for you and love you deeper than anyone could Just open your eyes my light, shine on me
“Siren, whatever is going on, it wasn’t me. I’m always watching you because I don’t know how not to, but do you really think I’m the type to send you love notes and gifts?”
“What do you mean you don’t know how not to watch me?”
“Show me your room.”
“I have a stalker, how is that good?”
“It’s better than them being violent.”
“Why does part of me wish it just would have been you?”
“You don’t, trust me. Once I set my sights on something, I’ll stop at nothing to have it. You couldn’t handle what all that would entail, Siren.”
Then again, my Siren doesn’t
belong on land, she belongs in the water, right alongside me.
can’t blame her for assuming that I was the one stalking her, in her defense, I am. Just not in the noticeable way that makes her afraid and fearful of her safety, which she should be.
