Dhalia POVChase tries to talk, but my hand is still covering his mouth. Blake thrusts, and Chase's head falls back in pleasure. "Soon, let Jax decide if he's joining," Blake chuckles."I'm so fucking confused right now, but I'm down for this," Jax begins to strip and walk towards us. He stops behind Blake, and I look over my shoulder, to see him wrap his hand around Blake's neck. His mouth brushing against his ear, as he whispers something. "Rise him Sweetness," Jax's words are a low growl, and I do as he says as Blake begins moving against Chase, and Jax ends up fucking Blake hard enough to take control of his movements.Blake's hand stays wrapped around Chase's neck, his other hand tangling into my hair and pulling my head back."Um...Fuck..." Blake's words are breathed heavily into my ear, as he moves against my and Chase. A hand wraps around me, and begins to rub against my clit.My eyes roll back, and I begin grinding against Chase harder. His muffled groans get louder against m
Grayson POVI didn't move from above her for a while. At first, I felt fucking amazing. Then, reality hit, and I realised I had gone way further than I should have. I got caught up in the fact she was letting me be the first one to fuck her, and I got carried away. Making her swear that she and her pussy belong to me. Which is totally fucked up. Not as fucked up as the feeling of wanting to do this every day, several times a day, though. Her fingers stroke along my back, and my face stays buried in her neck. I need to consider this. I know the implications, and I know I can never truly have her. There's no way her brothers will let this go or let me live when they find out.God, I didn't just fuck her. I took her virginity! What the fuck have I done? I groan and very reluctantly pull free from within her. I hate it; I want to bury myself in her again already. "I was thinking," she whispers as I move and lie next to her. "Not thinking, I realised something." Turning, I look at her.
Blake’s POVI’m still reeling from what happened. I actually dominated Chase, really took control, and now I’m waiting for the moment my mind wakes up and realises it was just a dream. This isn’t like me—at least, I never thought it was. My entire life, I’ve been quiet, someone who follows orders and rarely stands up for myself.With Chase, I did more than just take control. I dominated him, in a way I have never dominated anyone before. It felt incredible, like finally tasting the power of being in charge, but now? That urge to dominate or control is gone.“I need to go to work,” Dhalia’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I turn to face her.“No, you don’t,” Chase’s words come out firm, and I almost shrink back, expecting anger or resentment over what happened. Instead, he walks in and sits beside me.“I do, I need the job,” Dhalia insists.“No, you don’t need that job. You’re not scrubbing toilets,” Chase retorts, glaring at her.“Lots of people do it, Chase. What’s the problem
Blake POV“We also need to explain what happened with Justin and the others,” Chase reminds us.“Tonight, while we’re out, we can tell her and explain everything,” Jax says and I agree. There’s no point in bringing it up now.“I need to go meet with Mr. Ainsley. The diamonds need sorting now that we have them back. I’ll see you later,” Chase says, getting up and leaving.Turning to Jax, I ask, “So what do you think this morning was about?”“Honestly? I think he just got tired of always being the one in control. Hiding everything, pretending like nothing bothers him—it was a release, that’s all I can think,” he shrugs, and I nod, accepting it.Until Chase is ready to fully explain, we might never know.I decided to work from home today. This way, Dhalia still gets her space, but I’m close by if she needs anything. It also means I can make sure she eats, especially since Jax had to go to work as well. The day starts to slip away, and Dhalia barely lifts her eyes from the book she’s engr
Dhalia POVThe dress is stunning. I stand in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of myself in this off-shoulder, black evening gown. It’s not the kind of dress I usually wear—elegant, long, and sophisticated. I feel a bit out of my comfort zone, but there’s something empowering about it too.The jewellery they bought for me is beautiful, though I’m not entirely comfortable wearing it. It felt like too much, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful by refusing. It takes me ages to get ready, and I’m still worried about how I look. The dark bags under my eyes are only slightly hidden, despite the layers of makeup I applied to cover them.“Are you ready, Angel?” Blake’s voice comes from the door, and I see him in the mirror as he walks up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and I smile at his reflection.“I am,” I say, turning to face him. His eyes travel down my body, and he groans in appreciation.“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration. He lea
Dhalia POVIt takes every bit of strength I have to get out of the car. This place might only hold good memories, but I haven’t been in a crowd since everything happened. I’ve avoided cameras and people as much as possible. Everyone knows. They know everything. Closing my eyes, I step out, and Blake keeps me close as Chase and Jax join us. We walk into the club, but we’re stopped by a guard. “Any chance you have a moment to discuss an issue?” the guard asks, looking between the guys. “What sort of issue?” Jax asks. “The kind we find while searching people—large quantities were found on him,” the guard explains, and I’m guessing he means drugs. “Grab a drink, Princess, and wait in the VIP lounge. We won’t be long, and the staff have been made aware of exactly who you are to us,” Chase says, kissing me before walking off with the guard, Jax, and Blake in tow. I turn and head to the bar, where the bartender gives me my drink with a smile. I don’t want to sit alone in the VIP area,
Dhalia POV We’ve been sitting here for a while now, and the conversation has stayed light. The guys have been asking me about my hobbies—if I have any other interests besides reading. It feels comfortable, almost normal, but there’s an underlying tension I can’t quite shake. “Let’s discuss what happened,” Chase suddenly says, turning to face me directly. My heart skips a beat. Does he mean this morning? Blake clears his throat and begins. “Keeley had hidden cameras in our rooms and yours. That’s where the images came from, that’s how she knew the stories. She must have put them in the first night.” I nod slowly, the weight of what he’s saying sinking in. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, feeling the need to apologise. When it came to Keeley, I vouched for her. I said she was trustworthy, and they trusted me to know her. But I didn’t—clearly, I had no idea who Keeley truly was. “Don’t apologise, Princess,” Chase says, his smile gentle. “It’s not on you. It’s not like you knew what she was pl
Dhalia POV My hands start unfastening his shirt as he lifts the dress from my body. His lips trail down my neck, his body warm and solid against mine. “Hey.” Jax’s voice interrupts us, and Blake groans, lowering his head in frustration. I chuckle, turning to see Jax standing in the doorway. “Just making sure you remember tomorrow morning, and the importance of it. So don’t keep her up all night.” “I remember, Jax. Don’t worry,” Blake mutters, and I hear the door shut. I hadn’t even noticed it open. Why do I need sleep, and why is Blake not allowed to keep me up all night? I find it amusing that we're being told what to do. Sure, they are right; I should sleep. Still, it's not like they make us aware that we need to sleep. “So what’s that about?” I ask, knowing it must have something to do with me. If it didn’t, Jax wouldn’t have said not to keep me up all night. “Your stepdad. We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” Blake says, his expression serious, clearly signalling that he doesn’t w
Dhalia POV After shopping today, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t experienced in what felt like forever. It wasn’t just about the shopping itself, though I did need some new clothes—my body has changed so much in the past year. No, it was more about finally getting out of the house, about reclaiming a little bit of the freedom I’d been missing. The walls of our home, which once felt like a sanctuary, had started to close in on me. Chase and Jax, in their well-meaning but intense desire to protect me and ensure I had time to heal, ended up suffocating me without even realising it. Don’t get me wrong—I love them for how much they care, but I didn’t need to be housebound for months, or placed on bed rest for weeks after giving birth. I know some women would relish the idea of doing nothing but resting and being pampered, but it drove me crazy. That’s why, when Chase casually mentioned going shopping, I jumped at the opportunity. I was out the door and in the car before he could even t
Chase POVI watched Dhalia as she moved through the store, her steps light and full of purpose, and it hit me—I might have gone too far. In our well-intentioned but overzealous efforts to protect her and Jacob, Jax and I had smothered her. When I casually mentioned the idea of going shopping, I expected a discussion, maybe some hesitation. But instead, she practically bolted for the door, grabbing her coat and leaving without a word. That was proof enough. We had suffocated her under the guise of safety and care.Seeing her so happy to be out, to be free to do something as simple as shopping, was a wake-up call. We had reduced her life to the confines of our home, restricting her to the roles of mother and partner, leaving little room for her to just be herself. That’s why I suggested she could return to work if she wanted to. Jax may not like the idea—he’s still riding the wave of his overprotectiveness—but after more than six months of keeping her tethered, it’s time we give her bac
Blake POV The last few months have been a whirlwind, a mental and emotional gauntlet that none of us expected. It wasn’t the physical demands that took their toll on me—it was the psychological strain, the constant push and pull of trying to navigate our lives while Chase and Jax became increasingly overprotective of Dhalia. My attempts to ground them in reality often felt futile, like trying to anchor a ship in the middle of a storm. Dhalia, poor Dhalia, bore the brunt of their overzealous protection. At five months pregnant, they decided it was too dangerous for her to continue working. Mind you, her job was sitting in a cozy little bookstore, reading and managing sales. There wasn’t anything remotely strenuous about it, but they convinced themselves—and her—that it was unsafe. It seemed harmless enough at first, just a precaution. But by the time she hit seven months, their obsession to shield her and the baby from every possible harm became all-consuming. They wouldn’t let her
Jax POVAs I sit on the couch, the book resting on my lap, I find myself absorbed not so much in the story itself but in the little marks I’ve made throughout its pages. These marks have become something of an obsession for me. They’re the places where I’ve seen Dhalia react—whether it’s a quiet gasp, a tear rolling down her cheek, or that subtle squirm of excitement that she can’t quite hide. Whenever she reads with me in the room, and I catch one of those reactions, I make sure to mark the page number. Later, when she’s done, I go back and read those specific sections, trying to decode what it is about these words that stirs something inside her.It all started small. At first, I only marked the pages that elicited a blush or a quiet moan—scenes of sex that clearly struck a chord. It didn’t take long to realise that it wasn’t just those moments that mattered to her. She would also react to the tender, the heartbreaking, and the unexpectedly sweet moments with an equal, if not more p
Dhalia’s POVMy eyes are glued to the door. In front of me are three small boxes, one for each of them. They are late, though. They promised to be back by four, and now it’s a quarter past. I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit.Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room.The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.“You’re late,” I say, trying to keep a straight face.“By fifteen minutes, Angel. Cut us some slack.” Blake winks, leaning down to kiss me. His hand reaches for one of the boxes, but I slap it away.“Don’t touch.”He chuckles, rolling his eyes.“Why do I get the feeling we’re in trouble, Sweetness?” Jax asks as
Chase POVI stay stood in this room, shocked by what she's done. She went above and beyond, I was expecting a small, shop, nothing big. This though, is huge. We made sure that everyone knew not to mention anything to us about it.They weren't allowed to mention the location, the colour of the store, nothing. We wanted her to be in control and do it all alone without our input and she has."I've got something to show you," she grips my hand and guides me back through to the book store part, walking through she stops by some books, and hands me one.There, on the cover is a pink fucking unicorn. She found one? I stare at her and she laughs."Pink unicorn," she smiles up at me."You're fucking crazy, you read it?" I stare in amazement as she nods."I did and I'll admit I didn't enjoy it a single bit, but I had to get it, read it because that's the next book you're reading."My head tilts. "Please say you're joking?" She has to be. Her head shakes, and she places the book back."No, you m
Jax POVI watch as she walks towards us, the dress is stunning, long and golden. She stops in front of me and smiles."If they don't hurry, we will be late," she glares towards the door."Leave them alone Sweetness, they were having some fun before getting ready." We both laugh and I wrap my arms around her. A lot has changed in the past three months, a lot of her stepdads businesses are now fully hers. Although we take care of a lot of them.She wasn't comfortable taking over the strip clubs, bars, and such. So we sort a lot of it out for her. She straightens my tie and I chuckle. Her arms wrap around my neck and she reaches on her toes to kiss my lips."I love you Sweetness," I whisper as I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer. My mind goes back, and I begin to wonder if we would ever have found her had Carl not set her up? It's scary to consider that, to consider where she would have been.Justin's plan was to do what Carl had once she returned to him, so would she still be
Dhalia POV His words float around in my mind. He should have told Jax and Blake, then maybe they would understand the whole issue he has. Something tells me after he does something with them, it brings back what happened with his father. I fight to figure out what to say to him, other than he should tell Jax and Blake. “Do they know any truth in what happened?” I stroke along the scar. “No, I thought them believing it sent me over the edge would stop them from doing anything. It did, but part of me still craved them. Which of course Jax noticed, and made it happen.” “You need to tell Jax the truth.” After everything, he still believes that Chase runs because he’s repulsed. “Jax can’t know. He will blame himself for what my father did.” He’s not wrong, Jax will blame himself to some degree. “What happens if he finds out the truth, Chase? Then how will he feel? Knowing that you kept on lying to him?” “He can’t find out, only we know.” I laugh. “So every man there that day is dea
Dhalia POV After eating, I found myself with more energy than before. Which sucks as I was ready to go to bed. Jax and Blake are currently messing around. I say, messing around, but Blake is more taunting him to get a punishment. It’s nice to see, and it reminds me of at the start. “I’m going to finish my book,” I jump up and walk off. I could have fallen asleep earlier, now though? I’ve got too much energy. Grabbing the book I sit down and begin reading it. About ten minutes later, the movement of the door has me turning to it. Chase walks in with a smile. “So, I found a book.” Really? “You found a smut book that involves a frickin unicorn?” He nods. “I did very well, thank you.” Wait, no! “Pink unicorn, it has to be a pink unicorn.” I watch as he sighs and sits beside me. “Pink is impossible! I have searched and I can’t find it!” His outburst has me laughing. “How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So y