Chapter 43: Thin Ice

Adrian

I don’t pace.

I don’t sulk.

I don’t wait around for anyone.

And yet—here I am.

Scrolling through the same damn email for the third time, trying not to imagine Selene and John clinking mimosas and exchanging secrets. Or worse—laughs.

The kiss from this morning replays like a slap I pretended didn’t land.

He walked in like he owned her. Like I wasn’t even sitting right there.

I wanted to punch him, no correct that I wanted to kick his ass all the way back to New York.

Instead, I nodded. Let him have his little display.

Because I know Selene. I know the way she gasps when she’s close to coming for me. The way she trembles when I say her name. That way she enjoys fucking the shit out of me. I know what she tastes like when she’s mine and mine alone.

But now?

She’s not just mine.

And I’m trying—really trying—to respect that.

But the truth is, I’m fucking terrified of sharing her. Not because this is a first, I’ve been in all different types of relationships. But this is indeed the first time I’m in love one of the people. And that there is a whole different ball game. I keep looking up expectantly, but there is no sign of them . It feels like they've been gone for a few hours.

Selene

John brushes my hair behind my ear as we step back into the elevator.

“Still with me?” he asks, his thumb grazing my lower lip again.

“Barely,” I tease him with a wink.

He smirks.

The moment the elevator doors close, his mouth is on mine.

This kiss is different.

Not a claim or possessive , he kisses me with fervour.

It’s a slow unraveling. Like he’s peeling me open one sigh at a time. His hand trails down my back, settling at the small of it as he pulls me flush against him.

“I’ve been thinking about this since the last time I saw you,” he breathes.

“The kiss?”

“No.”

His hand moves lower. “This.”

The door opens, and we separate—barely.

We walk back through the lobby, breathless and flushed. The office feels colder than before, the buzz of fluorescent lights and tension snapping us back to reality.

We get to my office and Adrian’s already there, standing near the window, arms crossed.

John greets him with a cool, “We’re back,” and walks in like he’s got every right to.

Adrian doesn’t respond immediately, I can see the tension in his shoulders.

I step between them like a buffer zone.

“We need to figure out how this is going to work,” I say. “Rules. Boundaries. Logistics.”

Adrian raises an eyebrow. “What is this, a calendar invite for threesomes?”

John smirks. “You’ll need more than Google Calendars to keep up with me.”

“Boys,” I warn.

“This isn’t a game,” Adrian says, voice sharp.

“No,” John agrees. “But it’s a negotiation. And I don’t lose those.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath.

They’re circling each other, like wolves with suits and ready to pounce at a moments notice .

I hold up a hand. “Enough.”

Both of them go quiet. Sort of.

I grab my bag.

“I’m going home,” I say calmly.

“Selene—” Adrian starts.

“No.” I cut him off. “You two can puff your chests out all you want and have these little displays of dominance, but guess what not of it impresses me one bit ! But if all three of us truly want this, we’re going to really talk about this, it’ll be when both of you stop trying to win and start actually listening.”

I look at them both.

“I’ll let you know when and where we’re having this conversation. Until then, don’t call me unless someone’s dead or bleeding.”

I turn and walk out before either of them can stop me. And both of them stand there gaping at me . Their brains short circuiting at how I walked away without a care and without giving either a choice or chance.

i get home shortly after and decide I'd rather have the meeting here. I'm not keen on going out to discuss such a matter with two men who always appear in the gossip columns of every possible media outlet.

I prepare a meal for us and chill some wine ... don't judge me please , I know red wine is supposed to drank at room temperature. But I chill two bottles.

" I hope this mellows those two alpha males." I mutter aloud. Once I'm done, I take a long hot shower, wondering how this will all pan out . Are we looking at MMF? Or MFM ? Either way I plan of having them both.

I quickly send both of them the exact time along with my address.

im getting flustered just from thinking about having them both over . I hope they have a way to be amicable.