Daddies Brat

Fifteen minutes after arriving at the Sapphire Club three of the hottest men I’ve ever laid eyes on personally descended from their ruling perch in the tower-an exclusive area reserved for the elite-and approached our table with an invitation for me to join them. I grew up in money, but unlike the socialites I’m surrounded by, I don’t let it go to my head. Plus, it’s my parents’ money. Not mine.

But they didn’t seem to care about my social status beyond me not wearing a wedding ring. They just wanted me. Solo. The geeky computer coder with glasses and lackluster brown hair. The most attention I ever got from anyone of the opposite sex was when they needed help in trigonometry in high school or me to pass my semester notes while in college.

But these three were years of built-up karma coming my way in three-piece suits and smelling of danger and desire.

That feels made up thinking about them that way, but I don’t know how else to say they were the very epitome of what bad boys were.

And I liked it. A little too much. But not at first.

Piper practically pushed me out of my chair and into their arms, because of how fast I locked up. I must have looked like a doe in headlights to them.

I don’t know what came over me to accept. But after I stopped stuttering, I managed to actually hold a conversation with them. And they were beyond smart. Witty. And dreamy.

And things turned heated pretty quickly.

That first night was a fantasy come true. And now they seem to want a rendezvous every couple of weeks. Which has been fun, but three months makes it time to say adios. I mean, how much longer can our secret encounters keep happening before they grow tired and want to move on?

It will hurt when that day comes so for me to take the first move makes sense. And preferable before someone who knows my father or myself finds out.

I shudder at the idea. They are my one secret. And I guess my weaknesses because I’ve yet to be able to tell any of them no.

That thought has my hand freezing just as I go to swipe my thumb to answer another text as it dings.

My preview of the message only shows three words: It’s time to-

It’s time to what? If I open their message, I’ll lose the momentum on the code because I know what will happen. Last time I answered their message I was at their place and naked within the hour and the next day this pretty black box arrived a couple of hours after they dropped me off.

I bite at the inside of my cheek.

Do I want that again?

Stupid question. Of course, I do.

But do I need it? Err. Probably not. But then again, hell yes.

I smile to myself.

The second they get their hands on me, my mind will go blank and I won’t be able to think for days. My body still hums from our last encounter. My heart quickens at the memory. Of my secret trio sharing me between them.

Whispering how much they loved how my body responded to theirs.

I shake my head and grab my glasses.

I refill my cup of coffee, add in a two sugar cubes and a splash of milk. This should get me through at least another couple of hours. I make my way to my bedroom, the phone left on the counter where it can’t tempt me when I hear the front door open and close.

“Babe, you here?”

Piper.

“No,” I call back and wake my computer from sleep mode.

“Ha ha,” Piper mocks and whirls into my room bringing the energy of new love with her.

I drink in her fashionably ripped jeans, fresh makeup, slightly smeared magenta lipstick, and wild, crazy curly hair that hangs over her shoulders. “You look happy.”

“And you look tired. When was the last time you stepped away from that machine and breathed in some fresh air?”

“I just sat back down, thank you very much. I made coffee. It’s fresh. You wanna binge watch John Wick while I work?”

Piper throws her slight weight onto the edge of my bed. “Let’s be real for a sec. I think the last time you left this place was when you slept with those three guys from Sapphire.”

Heat shoots to my cheeks. “I thought we said we would never bring that up again.”

Piper shrugs. “Since you have decided you are a vampire, I think it’s at least worth a mention. Did you even bother to make your bed today?”

I give it a cursory glance before turning back to my screen. “Besides, you’re wrong. It’s only been a week or so since we went to that book fair.” I try for a change of topic, but the pursed lips of my friend state she’s not fooled.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yeah. No. Try almost a month, sweet thing. And almost three since I got you to go with me to Sapphire.”

Her eyes light up with mischief. “Maybe we need to go back and find you another hook-up. Maybe another trio. Or maybe they will be there again. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen them there since they were with you.” She narrows her eyes and my heart stops.

Uh-oh. If Piper is good at anything it is piecing together puzzles with missing pieces of information. She’s a few months shy of graduating from law school and loves figuring out other people’s secrets. She pauses and I hold my breath but thank God she doesn’t push the topic farther. I rather not spill the beans on all my secret meetups, thank you very much.

“Anyway, one day you’ll have to tell me what it’s like having three guys worship your body.”

Not happening. That is a secret I plan on taking to my grave. “Don’t you have a boyfriend?” I tease.

“Yeah, but that’s not going anywhere. Giving him my V card isn’t gonna happen.”

I shove my slipping bun back atop my head and continue nursing my lukewarm coffee. Piper is the only other soul who knows my secret. To an extent. She knows of the first night I spent with Tomas, Maksym, and Stefan. But not the other times. It’s kind of nice having a secret. That way when it ends, I won’t owe anyone an explanation,

I grab my phone from the kitchen counter and fall back into my chair, feeling my friend’s eyes on me the whole time.

A few swipes over my phone’s screen and our last conversation pops up along with their newest messages. Leaving it on read will probably piss them off, but oh well.

The day after they left on business, Stefan had wanted to know my wildest fantasy. That led to all three jumping on the call and them watching me work myself to completion to the sounds of their husky voices. Gotta love video chat.

I blush at the memory and try to hide my face behind my mug. Tomas’ filthy words of encouragement. Maksym’s instructions. Memories are a beautiful thing.

“What has your face so red?” She tries for my phone but I move out of the way just in time.

“Nothing,” I lie and stick my tongue out. “So coffee, pizza, and Wick? It’s Valentine’s Day. Will you be mine?” I pucker my lips and bat my lashes Betty Boop style.

Piper sighs heavily. “I wish but I can’t. Sorry. I’m on my way out. Work called. I’m needed as a fill-in. Apparently, the other girl rushed off for a shotgun wedding.”

“Got it. Go, give those peeps a wild night. I’ll hang back. There will be other times.”

“Sure you don’t wanna come? It seems wrong to leave you here all alone, especially on the day of love. Wanna hang out a little while I tend the bar?”

I’m already shaking my head before she can get the rest of her sentence out. I doubt they would be there and I’m not looking for some quickie.

“Nah. I’m good.”

I wave her off and head for the shower the second she’s out the front door and the lock in place. I pause, backtrack and grab the black box with its frilly name. My phone chimes again and again.

“Sorry, boys. No wild fantasies tonight. Or any other night.”

All good things must come to an end.