Chapter Fourteen
Maggie
One Year Later
I look at the invite again. I found the gold embossed envelope propped up next to a huge bouquet of red roses and pink lilies on the hall table when I got home.
Today marks one year since I crashed through the door, and my men have been spoiling me. I still wonder how the hell I got so lucky, winding up with three of the most gorgeous men God ever gave cocks to.
Theo, Tanner, and Noah have brought out the best in me, as I have in them. They lavish me with love and affection, constantly telling me how beautiful, how sexy I am. It’s done wonders for my confidence, knowing that their craving for me is seemingly endless. As for me, I can’t get enough of them, either. They’ve unlocked a part of me I never knew existed, introducing me to sensual delights beyond my wildest dreams. The last year has been a feast of the senses, an expansion of boundaries, safe in the knowledge that we all love each other deeply.
It took a few months to go through the legal procedures, but I received the royalties I was due, plus interest. I reached out to my mom in a phone call soon after, and while we’ll never have the relationship I always craved, we are at least on speaking terms. I bought our old house outright and arranged for a monthly stipend to be paid into her bank account. Maybe I should’ve left her to her own devices, but I’m not built that way. She always said I’m too soft, too trusting, just like my father, but I won’t change myself to suit others. Not that I need to—my men love me just the way I am.
As for Triple Threat, their last album went straight to number one in the Billboard Charts and stayed there for eight weeks straight. Pretty unheard of in today’s ever-shifting music industry. The fans seem to love their newer stuff, which has a greater depth and maturity. Working with them has been a dream, allowing my creative side to flourish and grow. I even sang backing vocals on ‘Did You Know?’ which was an absolute blast.
Tonight, they have a gig at The Mirage in Brooklyn. It’s their first gig since our return to New York after touring Europe for three months. I went with them, soaking up the culture by day, before enjoying their shows backstage by night. I thought I might be jealous, seeing women constantly throwing themselves at the guys, but they never so much as glance their way. They make me feel so secure in their love for me, I’ve never doubted them for one second.
I would be at the gig now—soaking up the atmosphere as I watch Tanner, Theo, and Noah electrify a captive audience—but they had other plans for me today for our first anniversary.
A limo was waiting for me this morning to whisk me off for a spa day. I climbed inside to find Kat waiting for me with an ice-cold bottle of beer. There may have been some ear-splitting girly squeals erupting from the limo for several minutes after I clapped eyes on her.
We had a fantastic day, being pampered and catching up on each other’s news. The guys had arranged a hotel for Kat, along with tickets to tonight’s concert. I was the only one missing, which is why finding the gold embossed envelope on my return was so intriguing. Their earlier message in our group chat told me to wear the outfit they’d chosen for me laid out on my bed—a sexy black cocktail dress with killer heels. They’d even chosen my underwear—a barely-there lacy red thong and matching bra, which make my boobs look amazing.
It’s 11:00 PM. All I have to do now is open the envelope, as instructed.
My hands are shaking with excitement as I break the seal and pull out the card inside. My eyes fall to the writing scrawled across the top of the card in gold pen.
Room 8 awaits you at Club Sin. Come join us and play!
It’s signed by Theo, Tanner, and Noah.
Holy crap. My men are bad. What the hell have I let myself in for?