Chapter 154 Chapter 154 The Three of Us
“Holy fucking shit, they look fucking hot,” Gemma says, peeling herself away from her husband until she bumps right into me.
I don’t even argue.
Ivan and Dimitri are on the court with Tish and Erika, and it’s honestly unfair. They’re both dressed in all white, shorts riding just above the knee, shirts clinging in all the right places. Sweat glistens across their skin like they were styled for some obscene tennis campaign. It’s too perfect, too intentional-looking, even if it’s not.
I was not expecting them to tag along.
They’re destroying Tish and Erika. Absolutely crushing them. Ivan moves like he’s been playing his whole life—because he has—and Dimitri just mirrors him with that same effortless athleticism that makes everything look easy and effortless at the same time.
The golf boys are lounging off to the side, watching like this is some kind of show.
I don’t think Mason told anyone about us. Everyone’s acting normal, like nothing shifted. The only difference is the way he smiled at me earlier—just a little bigger, a little softer—but that’s it. Nothing obvious. Nothing loud.
Ivan, on the other hand, is irritated.
I refused to tell him where the villa is. I’m still refusing. And I’m not letting him come with me. Dimitri has to go back to Italy soon anyway. Everything between us is… undefined. Messy. Complicated as hell.
“I need time,” is all I told them.
Apparently, that doesn’t sit well with either of them.
“They’re killing us. A little help?” Tish calls out, breathless but grinning. Bringing me out of my thoughts.
Both Ivan and Dimitri turn toward me at the same time, matching smirks spreading across their faces like they already know I’m about to do something stupid.
And I do.
I slowly spread my knees, just enough to tease like I’m about to give them a look—but I’ve got tights on underneath. Still, the suggestion alone is enough.
Dimitri misses the return completely.
Ivan grunts under his breath.
Dimitri flips his racket upside down and angles the handle toward me.
Oh.
My.
God.
I choke on the water I just took a sip of, coughing it out as realization hits hard and fast. He wants to shove that inside me. My knees snap shut so fast it’s almost violent.
Next to us, Alek is losing his shit laughing like he knows exactly what that gesture meant. Ivan shoves Dimitri in the shoulder, and they both break into laughter like a couple of idiots.
Ivan steps up to serve, jumping just enough that his shirt lifts, exposing his tattooed abs and the band of his Versace boxer briefs.
Gemma and I both exhale way too loud.
Then we burst into laughter.
Ivan glances over and winks like he fucking planned it.
“So… we’re not mad at him anymore?” Gemma asks, nudging me.
“There’s something I haven’t told you,” I murmur, leaning closer.
I hesitate.
I don’t think I want to say it out loud.
She doesn’t know. Tish and Erika don’t know either. Only my other girls do. My worlds haven’t collided yet, and I’ve been keeping it that way on purpose. I keep secrets and forget who I told what to.
Because how the hell do you explain this?
They want to date me. Both of them. Not casually, not temporarily—seriously. They want it to grow into something real. Living together. Marriage. A whole future.
All three of us.
I don’t even know what the fuck that looks like.
I can’t marry both of them. Only one. But they still want to share me like that somehow solves everything.
And kids?
What the hell do you even say to a kid in that situation? “Here are your two dads”? Ivan called me homophobic for even hesitating, the idiot, like that’s what I meant.
It’s not that.
It’s like hey this is your dad and this one your uncle but they both kiss mommy. And they share a room or they are both your dads, what happens when the kid says something to strangers.
Being with Dimitri drags me into a world I don’t fully understand, one I’m not sure I want to survive in long-term. The weight of it, the expectations, the danger—I don’t know if I’m built for that life.
Before I can overthink myself into silence, I pull out my phone and text my girls.
“Don’t react… You know about Ivan and I, and about Dimitri and I… what you don’t know is that there is Ivan, me, and Dimitri. That’s what they both want. The three of us. It’s weird, right?”
I hit send.
And wait.
Their phones go off almost simultaneously.
Ivan pauses mid-step, glancing toward me like, what the fuck was that? I just shrug, playing dumb even though I know exactly what I just detonated.
I watch Gemma read it.
Her face lights up.
That delusional, delighted grin spreads across her lips. Alek tries to peek at her phone, but she actually turns away from him—protective for once. Her fingers start flying over the screen.
My phone buzzes.
“You fucking whore. Please tell me they enter the same holes at the same time. I could die.”
I snort.
And then I completely lose it.
Laughter explodes out of me so hard I can’t breathe. My stomach tightens, my ribs ache, tears spill down my face.
The game ends—of course it does. Ivan and Dimitri demolish Tish and Erika. It’s supposed to be my turn with Gemma, but I’m doubled over, still laughing like a lunatic.
Erika and Tish check their phones.
First shock.
Then they both start laughing just as hard.
Another buzz.
“Are they like Dragon together or bigger?” Erika texts.
Another.
“They don’t touch each other, right? Because that would be gross and hot at the same time,” Tish adds.
I read them twice.
And laugh harder.
I can’t fucking breathe.
“Stop—I can’t—fuck, it hurts,” I gasp out loud, clutching my stomach.
Ivan crosses the court in seconds and snatches my phone right out of my hand.
Shit.
He reads.
There’s a split second there his eyes widen.
Then—
“Fucking hell, you guys are nasty,” he mutters. “First—only in the one hole together. Second—bigger. And Last, God No. That’s weird.”
He just… answers them.
Like it’s a normal conversation.
“What is happening?” Alek asks, looking between us.
Sergey tilts his head, brows knitting together in confusion.
And then Dimitri, because he has absolutely no self-preservation instinct, walks over, drapes an arm over Ivan’s shoulder, and looks down at the phone. Not when he is on vacation anyway.
“Did she tell them about the three of us?”
My heart drops.
“Shut up, Dimitri!” I snap—but it’s too late.