MEGAN
It’s my last night with the guys.
I’ve tried not to think about how final tonight will be and how sad I’ll feel when I don’t see them anymore.
I know it’s crazy, but I really do like all three of them. Being with them has been like living in my own fantasy. Over the last three weeks, they’ve healed my broken heart.
As I make my way down the corridor, excitement bubbles in me just at the thought of seeing them.
We’re using the same room we used the first night we met.
This morning I woke to the final balance of two hundred and ten thousand in my account.
I went to pay Bill before coming here, and just like the other week, he had his snide comments. I didn’t care. Paying all that money gave me a boost.
I still have a hell of a lot left to pay, but at least I don’t owe half a million dollars anymore.
My heels click against the marble floors as I approach the room and I catch sight of my reflection in the glass walls.
The flowing white dress hugging my body with its plunging neckline makes me look like I’m going on some fancy date on a yacht. This was what the guys wanted me to wear, so it’s anyone’s guess what they’ve planned tonight.
I look good, better than I have in months. My face isn’t as gaunt, and the dark circles under my eyes have faded.
I open the door and find Cristiano standing by the little bar area with a bottle of wine. Two glasses are already laid out. He’s shaved and trimmed his hair, but it still has a wild look that’s sexy. Like most nights, he’s dressed in full black.
The fantasy begins the moment our eyes lock. I skip into his arms and he kisses me.
“You look beautiful.” He strokes my lips with his.
“Thank you.” I grin, then look around for Knox and Levi. “Where are the others?”
“It’s just going to be us tonight.” Something that looks like nervousness flashes across his face. It throws me because the emotion seems out of place on him.
“Oh. So I won’t see them again?”
“We’ll arrange something. I have something to ask you and I just needed it to be you and me tonight to talk.”
“Talk?” I lift my brows. I can’t imagine talking or a night passing when we don’t have sex.
“Yes, talk.”
“You’ve paid a pretty hefty price just to talk to me.”
“Tonight will be slightly different because of what I have to discuss. Come and sit.” He motions to the sofa area, then places a hand on the small of my back to usher me over.
We sit so we’re facing each other and I stare openly at him. “I’m all ears.” And nerves. This feels quite mysterious.
“First, I want to ask you a few questions.”
“Like what?”
“Like how much money you might need before you stop working here.”
“Oh, I see. Those questions.”
“I don’t mean to pry into your business, but I just want to know.”
My eyes cling to his as I mull over how to answer him. I can’t tell him the truth, so I think of the only thing I can say.