I laugh, so happy that these men are mine.
Chase and the audience laugh as well. “Well, Megan, you sure held out for the best of the best. You may have lost your virginity, but you nearly made it to the very end. And not only did you get one billionaire, you got two. That’s no easy feat.”
Yep. Right up until a few hours ago, I was set to be the winner. Yet I gave it all up only hours before the show was over. And I’d do it all over again. Because I want Tristan and Madden to know that it’s ultimately not about the apartment or the prize money. Not when they are the real prize. I’ve come out a winner after all. In a way I never expected. And it’s so much better than any other outcome I could have imagined.
Chase gives a me a sympathetic smile as he tilts his head to the side. “As I’m sure you’re aware of, since you didn’t make it all the way to the finale as a virgin, you can’t be crowned the winner of Biggest Licker.”
I nod. “I understand, Chase.” And I give him a big grin. Because it really is okay. I know that now. “I think I’ve still come out a winner, though.”
The crowd roars with cheers and applause.
His eyes twinkle. “Oh, there’s no doubt about that. As you can see by the reaction out here—” he gestures to the audience behind him, “—I don’t think anyone wanted things to turn out any other way.”
“I certainly didn’t,” Tristan says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
Madden waggles his eyebrows at the camera and squeezes my thigh, his hand dangerously high for live television—not that it should matter after the things we’ve done on camera. “Wouldn’t change it for anything.”
Chase clears his throat. “So this is the point at which we typically crown the winner—you would choose which remaining man you want, or one of them would get to send the other packing if they’d won. But clearly that’s not an option here. They can’t send each other home after all since they both took your virginity at the same time.”
He gives the camera a salacious wink, and the crowd goes crazy behind him.
Yeah. Did they ever. I feel all warm and tingly just remembering how the last few hours were more amazing than I’d ever imagined. I bite my lip and look at Tristan and Madden, who are both giving me looks that make it clear they’re ready to do it all over again. Who knew that we would have all enjoyed sharing the way we did? So, so much.
I figure this is it. Chase will give some speech about this being a shocking twist to the show that’s never happened before—something they apparently love—but he surprises me when he says, “After this new turn of events, we have an even more exciting twist from our new executive producer, Maya.”
Wait, what? Maya—executive producer? I’m so excited and so full of questions, but they’ll have to wait for later, because Chase dives right into the twist. The twist brought on by my decision to do what I wanted.
“You were here to find your true love, Megan,” he says, flashing those blindingly white teeth, “and you did. So in our book, that makes you a winner. You followed your heart and placed love over money. Because of that, you get the remaining two billion dollars in prize money.”
My jaw drops and the crowd goes wild. I look back and forth between Tristan and Madden, completely floored. I never imagined this. And it’s funny. Because I wanted to win the apartment and the money more than anything. I wanted to know that I’d be okay. But it’s true—finding love with these men is so much better than winning any prize. I know I’d choose them over winning a reality show any day.
But it seems I don’t have to. I really am the luckiest girl alive. I smile at both of them. My billionaires, who I’m totally and madly in love with.
I’m definitely the winner here.
Megan
Climbing out of the new luxurious bathtub that’s nearly the size of a small swimming pool, I wrap a fluffy robe around myself and grin as I take it all in.
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nbsp; I thought the apartment from Biggest Licker was incredible. I had no idea.
Tristan, Madden, and I just purchased a brand new luxury penthouse in Manhattan, and it’s so outrageously over the top that I feel like I’m living a dream.
I am, really. Two insanely sexy billionaires at my beck and call, ready to pleasure me all day and all night, the best apartment in the city, and most importantly—love. But it’s not a dream. This is my life.
I smile and walk through the huge bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out on the twinkling lights of the city and make my way downstairs.
Tristan and Madden are sitting at the dining table bickering good-naturedly over a new business project they’re working on together. It seems that they’ve realized they make a good team in more ways than one. They’re taking the world by storm, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning.
“Okay, boys,” I say, breezing into the room and silencing them with a finger to each of their lips. “Maya’s new show is about to start. Business time is over.”
After coming up with the idea that earned the Biggest Licker finale the highest ratings in the history of the network, Maya was given the opportunity to run any show she wanted. She has a new scripted sitcom that was recorded over the past few months, and we need to watch it and show our support.
After all, if it weren’t for her pushing me to follow my heart, the three of us might not be together like we are now. I know it’s unconventional, but it works for us. And I’m loving every second of it. I have the two most perfect men for me. The best of both worlds.
Madden takes my finger from where it’s pressed against his lips and draws it into his mouth, biting and sucking it suggestively as he winks like the cocky bad boy he is. My pussy clenches, and my panties would be absolutely soaked in and instant—if I were wearing any. But all that’s between me and these sexy men is my robe. Something that might be coming off very soon if Madden’s expression is any indication.