“F-k!” Vice was breathless, and she thought that, like her, he was cresting on the edge of coming. She could feel the throb of him against her. Her lipstick stained his lips, and the sight of it smeared across his gorgeous mouth was so erotic that she shuddered, causing him to moan, his eyes going to half-mast. Victor lifted her off Vice’s lap and placed her handbag onto her lap, retrieving the makeup wipes and passing one to Vice along with the makeup compact. Victor took out her powder and brushed it lightly along her t-zone, before applying her lipstick for her, making the appropriate face at her as he painted her lips. Of course, she thought with a smile, they would know about makeup, too. Vice returned the compact to the handbag and shoved the makeup wipes into the bin. Victor adjusted her dress and met her eyes with a grin. “Perfect again,” he told her, his fingers brushing lightly across her cheek in a caress. He slid back into his seat as the limousine slowed to a crawl, e
Mirage checked her online profile and saw that her last photo with Vice and Victor was trending. As Aaron had suggested, she had been filling her online profiles with photos of her time in the studio, and selfies with Vice and Victor, sample clips of her music, and musical bloopers to entice her fans. And it was working. Combined with the professional photographs of their nights out clubbing, there was a huge hype building around her album, and the edgier sound and topic. She set the phone down on the hall table, flicked her hair out over her shoulders, and dropped her robe, draping it over the back of the couch where they sat around Vice’s laptop, as she walked towards the pool. “Holy f-k,” she heard Vice say, his voice dropping a decibel. She did not have to check to see if they followed her as she stepped out on the patio and strolled down the steps into the pool. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that they were shedding their clothing at almost manic speed. “A glass o
Mirage rolled onto her back beside Victor, and he rested his head against hers so that their hair tangled together. “Aaron is messaging me about touring,” she told him, looking up at the ceiling. “You and Vice have to work on your next album.” “Hmm,” he linked their hands. “We will work it out, Mira.” “Will we?” She wondered. “What is this exactly?” She asked the question hesitantly. It had lingered in the background since their night clubbing, but she had not dared to ask it, not wanting to hear the answer if it was not the one that she wanted to hear. “Have you ever heard of polyandry?” He asked, his tone quiet. “No,” she admitted. “It is when one woman and two or more men share a household,” he explained. “You might have heard of polygamists…” “Yes,” she frowned it was normally not a flattering term. “Well, this is it’s cousin. This isn’t… casual for us,” he rolled onto his side to face her. “We didn’t start this as… titillation, Mira. It is a relationship, not a casual f-k.
Mirage saw Mr Rich enter the dance studio in the mirror as she finished the track with her backing dancers. It was like being stabbed in the gut with an icy blade for him to appear so unexpectedly, cheerfully greeting those in her crew that he knew from previous tours, casual and easily confident, as if he had every right to be there. She took a drink from her water, and wiped herself off on her towel, ignoring him until he crossed the dance floor to her. “F-k off,” she told him, without looking at him. “You shouldn’t be here.” “Now, that is a bit hostile,” he replied smoothly. “You have had a bit of a bad attitude over the last twelve months, as your music demonstrates. Become a bit sour. You know what they say, sugar catches more flies than vinegar.” “I am not interested in flies. Buzz off.” “I am here as a favour, you would be wise to be more polite,” he leaned against the wall. “My car is out front. Join me for a meal, and we will talk business.” She rounded on him. “You thin
She took her time in the shower. She was a bit sore from dancing she thought as she dressed in tracksuit pants and one of Vice’s t-shirts that she had taken a fancy to, and that he had given to her as a result. She could hear the men talking as she came down the hall between the bedrooms and the living area. As she entered, they fell silent, standing around the kitchen bench with open beers in their hands. “Drink?” Victor asked her. “I shouldn’t,” she said. “I need to lose a couple of kilos. You guys are really bad for my waistline. But pour me a red, please. What were you all talking about?” She slid onto one of the tall stools that lined up on the outside of the kitchen island. “The label has asked for a meeting tomorrow,” Aaron said to her. “Oh, gawd, no,” she rolled her eyes. “Just what I need. What about this time?” “I am thinking your contract renewal,” Aaron replied. “Ugh,” she pulled a face. “They haven’t issued any terms.” “No,” Aaron turned his beer thoughtfully withi
Alexei was the biggest man she had ever seen, Mirage thought looking up at him from under her eyelashes. Victor was big – broad shouldered and tall – but Alexei’s biceps were thicker than her thighs, and he was at least half a head taller than his brother. His black t-shirt with the logo of his company on the left breast and back, was stretched to its limits on him. He had a handgun holstered on his hip, and an earpiece permanently installed in his left ear. His blonde hair was cut military short. He caught her looking at him and grinned. “Alright?” “All good,” she looked straight ahead, flushing. Caught checking out her boyfriend’s brother, she scolded herself. At least it had not been the leery sort of checking out, more the holy shit, you are big, sort of looking. Her mental self-talk was not helping, but she reasoned it was better embarrassed about being caught gawking then nervous over the meeting. The limousine pulled to a stop, and Alexei stepped out first, standing at the d
When they were in the lift, Aaron let out a breath. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be Mr Rich right now.”“No,” Mirage smirked. “Gabriella is going to rip his balls off.”“He is vindictive,” Aaron cautioned her. “Stay wary.”“Always.”They dropped Will and Aaron back at their offices before taking the limousine to the rehearsal studios. Mirage checked her phone. There was a message from Vice which simply read. “All good?”She wrote back. “Kicked Mr Rich in the balls.”His reply came swiftly, indicating that he and Victor were on a break. “Good girl.”“That Richard guy is a dick,” Alexei commented mildly.“Yeah,” she agreed, sliding her phone away.“My mother wants to meet you.”She flushed. “Does she?” She was not sure what Victor had said about the relationship.“She keeps telling Victor and Vice to bring you to a family lunch.”“There are family lunches?” She was surprised. Vice and Victor had not been to one during the time she had been staying with them.“We try for weekly, but it is r
Mirage laughed breathlessly, her ability to draw in a deep breath limited by the constriction of being slung over Victor’s shoulder. He turned his head and bit her behind, making her shriek and giggle like a maniac.“Shit,” he said. “The door is closed.” He released his grip on his jeans so that he could open the door, and they slid down to his ankles.“Oh, goody,” she seized onto his arse. “Someone skipped their underwear this morning.”He laughed, stepping out of the jeans, and kicking them into the room. “I went for a swim,” he told her. “They are out on a chair, drying.” He lowered her onto the bed and laid his body out over hers, as he kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers. “I do like it when you wear skirts,” he reached between them, pulling her underwear to the side so that he could slide against her intimately and she drew in a shaking breath.“I probably need a shower,” she said. “I have been dancing all afternoon.”“You taste salty,” he dragged his tongue along her co