Chapter 47 The Breaking Point
POV Noah:
It’s not working! I conclude this as I see Scarlett about to jump at Damian’s throat. As the days went by, it became clear that my plan with Ethan isn’t working. I believe the time has come for us to talk to my brothers and be honest about Scarlett. If we want her—as has become painfully obvious—then maybe this is the right moment to clear things up.
“I’m your secretary, not your slave! If it’s not good enough, fire me, damn it!” Scarlett shouted straight into Damian’s face, which was bright red.
“You insolent foul-mouthed brat!” He stepped forward until his face was mere centimeters from hers. “In here, I’m the one in charge. Just obey me and do your job.” Brave of him, I must admit.
“Of course, Mr. Asshole Blackwell, I’ll go do my fucking job,” she said, turning her back on Damian—only to find me standing at the door. “Perfect. This is perfect. One more Asshole Blackwell to finish ruining my day.” Ouch. That one actually hurt.
“Good afternoon to you too, love.” I winked, trying to be charming, but all I earned from the furious woman in front of me was an eye roll.
How I wanted to grab her right now and fuck the irritation out of her on top of Damian’s desk. Every time I see her furious, I go crazy wanting to fuck her. Am I turning into a masochist? If Scarlett beat the crap out of me, would I enjoy it? If it were a good beating delivered with her pussy, not only would I enjoy it—I’d love it.
“And this time, try not to forget my coffee!” Damian ordered, making Scarlett freeze mid-step and glance back at him over her shoulder.
“As you wish, Mr. Blackwell.” She smiled wickedly and walked out of the room.
“You know she’s going to spit in your coffee, right?” I asked as I stepped inside and closed the door behind me to give us privacy for the conversation we needed to have.
“I know.” Was all he said as he sat down. “That woman wants to drive me insane.” I smiled, and that caught my older brother’s attention. “What’s funny?” he asked irritably.
“We need to have a conversation about her.” That was all I needed to say to have his full attention. “We just need to wait for Ethan and Liam.” Damian nodded, and I rubbed my hands together, anxious for everything to finally be cleared between us.
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When I finally opened my mouth and told everything to Damian and Liam, it felt like I was confessing the worst possible crime. Damian stared at me with hatred, and Liam with disappointment. Ethan stayed beside me, explaining what my brothers seemed unwilling to see right in front of their own eyes. We want Scarlett—and there is no way for us to be with her unless it’s through a polyamorous relationship. That’s what Ethan and I have been trying to explain to Damian for over half an hour. At least Liam has already accepted it.
“And who said I want to be with her?” Damian asked, pretending to be indifferent.
Stubborn bastard.
“Fine, then it’ll just be Ethan, Liam, and me,” I said, fed up with trying to convince him of something written all over his damn face. “Maybe Scarlett prefers it that way anyway.” I shrugged.
“I… I don’t know how a relationship like that even works,” Damian said after a few seconds of silence. “And you guys haven’t considered the main issue.”
“And what is it?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“The baby.” He stood up. “If—pay attention, I said if. If things work out between the four of us, how would we raise the baby? What would the baby call us? And what if she gets pregnant by one of the others? This is confusing for me—imagine for a developing child.”
“You’re right, I’m worried too, but there’s only one way to know if it’ll work. And that’s by trying,” Ethan said, making Damian sit again and bury his face in his hands.
“Fine, we can try,” he agreed.
“Yes, we can,” Liam said. “But in the end, the decision will be Scarlett’s.” We nodded. “And we’ll accept whatever she chooses.”
It was settled. We would try everything Scarlett was willing to try.
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POV Scarlett:
It’s official—I hate the Blackwell brothers! The anger I feel when I look at each one of them makes me want to strangle them. The fact that Blackwell the Asshole is making my life hell at the company is no surprise—he told me straight to my face he would. Now Ethan and Noah are on his side, telling me to be patient and obey him—it’s the height of irony.
I’ve been trying to be as professional as possible inside Blackwell Enterprises. I don’t want my relationship with them to be mistaken for privilege. I don’t want my coworkers to know that I live with them and that I’m carrying one of the owners’ child.
I’ve let Damian’s yelling slide. I’ve let Ethan’s laziness slide when he gives me piles of papers to copy and file. I’ve even let Noah’s shamelessness slide when I caught him in his office jerking off—only to catch him with his hand on his dick again the next day. I’ve been practicing patience. I meditate every morning before coming to work. But everything has a limit. Everything. And I’ve just reached mine.
I’ve spent a whole week working my hardest—always helpful, always willing, always kind—but fuck it, that’s over. I stare at the four brothers who don’t even seem to notice my presence and continue their little “meeting,” which no longer fools me. I know they pretend to be in meetings just to dump everything on me. I’m honestly surprised Liam is sitting with them—he’s always been the one to calm me down when I was about to jump at his brothers’ throats, but judging by his smile, it’s clear he’s just as much of a bastard as the rest.
“Trust me, she’s jumping through hoops with the amount of paperwork I asked her to copy and file. You guys should’ve seen her face,” says the son of a bitch father of my baby to his brothers, who laugh at my expense.
“I wish I had seen it. Maybe that insolent girl will finally quit and stay home. I’m worried about her. Did you guys check if she took her vitamins? I had to leave too early and didn’t see her take them.”