Chapter Fourteen
Skye
My life is perfect. Since our first time together, the guys have let go of their reservations and claimed me fully. Sometimes we are all together when they fuck me, and at other times, it is just me and one of them. I have been fucked in every room, on every flat surface, and even against the walls of our home.
I no longer refer to it as just a house but as a home. Because bit by bit, we’re filling it with love, laughter, and beautiful memories. But nothing lasts forever, and my fairytale is no more impervious to reality than anything else. Even if I wished it were.
The doorbell rings, and even covered in flour from baking my cake, I rush to answer it. When I open the door, I’m unsure how to handle the woman before me.
“Hello. Can I help you?” I ask tentatively.
“You can tell me who you are and what the hell you are doing in my house,” The woman sneers at me.
She is beautiful until she opens her mouth and spews her venom. Tall and curvy with long blonde hair. Her lips are painted a deep, rich red, and the black dress she wears clings to every curve she has while still looking elegant.
“Sorry.” I stumble over the word.
“I want to know who you are and what the fuck you’re doing in my house.” Her hands are firmly planted on her hips. “I went to Europe to take care of my ailing mother and bury her after her death only to return home and find a little whore has moved in!”
Her voice has risen to the point where she’s screaming at me. The neighbors have started to stare, and some mothers are rushing their children inside.
“I, I didn’t know,” I reply, my voice cracking.
“None of that matters.” She pushes past me, wheeling her suitcase behind her. “Get your shit and get out. I am back, and my men no longer need you.”
“I need to call Kamden,” I start to say.
“You can call him if you want,” she turns to look down at me. “But I thought you would have some more self-respect.”
I stare at her, so many thoughts and words swirling in my mind. I don’t know this woman. She could be lying. I know the guys, and this doesn’t seem right. They each have a past, separate and together, but they would have told me if there was a woman they were waiting for. Wouldn’t they?
“I mean,” she continues as she walks deeper into our home, “do you really need them to tell you have been using you?”
I follow hurriedly behind her. I need to know more before I can simply give in to the crushing sadness I already feel building deep inside me.
“But you could be lying,” I say loudly. “They would have told me.”
Her laughter grates on my nerves. “You can’t possibly be that naïve.”
Her gaze stays trained on me as she retrieves a glass from the cupboard and fills it with juice from the fridge. That proves she has been here before.
“Men lie. And men cheat,” she says matter-of-factly. “And while men are cheating, they rarely tell their new whore the truth. I love Kamden, Blaine, and Deklan, and they love me.”
“But—” I start to protest.
“No,” the woman cuts me off loudly. “I don’t care what they said to you, or what happened while I was away. We will work through this and be happy again.”
She dismisses me by turning and heading toward the lounge, her final words hitting their mark, playing on every insecurity I have, and shattering my heart.
“There simply isn’t any place for you with the three of them.”
Tears stream freely down my cheeks. I run to the room I shared with the three men I love and thought loved me in return. Entering the closet, I find a small gym bag and fill it with the basics. After grabbing my toothbrush, I drop my cell phone in the center of the bed and leave the house I thought would be my home forever.
I don’t have any friends or family, and I have nowhere to go, but I do know I won’t be sticking around to be used by Blaine, Kamden, and Deklan.
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Deklan
The three of us have been running around all day, trying to get everything in order for our woman. Skye has never seen the ocean, and we have decided to take her away for a week. I can’t wait to fuck her on the sandy beach or to watch her laugh as she plays in the surf.
But I know something is wrong when I walk into the house with Kamden and Deklan and there is no music playing. There is also no smell of food or sweet things baking. My heart lodges in my throat as we make our way into the kitchen.
Skye is nowhere to be found, but she was busy doing something in the kitchen. Ingredients are placed all over the counter, and the oven is already pre-heated, so she can’t be too far away.
“What the hell is going on here?” I ask.
“I have no idea, brother,” Kamden replies. “But I’m going to find out.”
We look everywhere in the house before heading upstairs. In the center of our bed lies a blonde woman, naked, with her legs spread wide. In the days after we came home from fighting, I would have admired the woman, perhaps even fucked her. But there is no lust coursing through me. Only rage.
“Lucy,” Blaine says. “What are you doing here?”
“I came back for you guys,” she says huskily. “I know it’s been a long time, but I never got over you. I couldn’t forget our time together. And I know you haven’t forgotten me either.”
“Get dressed.” Kamden throws her clothes at her. “You have a lot of explaining to do before I call the police.”
“What?” Lucy cries.
“Get dressed.” I glare at her. “Or the police will be arresting you naked.”
We all head downstairs before stopping in the kitchen. My heart is twisted, my chest aches, and I struggle to breathe. Where the hell is Skye? What lies did Lucy tell her?
“She couldn’t have gone far,” Blaine says while patting my shoulder. “We’ll find out what the fuck Lucy did, find her, and bring her little ass home where she belongs.”
“That’s what I'm worried about,” I say as my shoulders fall. “Anything could happen to her out there all alone. She doesn’t have family or friends. She doesn’t know anyone around here. Fuck!” I roar before putting my fist through the drywall beside the stove.
“Let’s talk to Lucy first before we jump to conclusions. We don’t know how long ago she left.” Kamden tries to be the voice of reason.
But I won’t be reasoned with. I want to tear out of this house and find our woman. And for the first time in my life, I consider killing a woman. If anything has happened to Skye, I still might kill Lucy.
After Lucy cries, argues, and fights, she finally tells us what happened.
My rage is simmering beneath the surface as I watch the police load her into the back of the car. She will be charged with trespassing. But Blaine already made a call, and she will be psychologically assessed.
I hope she gets the help she needs, but so help me God, I won’t be held responsible for my actions if she comes near Skye again. But first, we have to find her.