SimoneI woke up the next morning feeling strange. Not good or bad, just strange. Because only in a strange, parallel universe could I be sleeping with two billionaires who were both totally okay with it.I got dressed for the day, remembering that I'd have to go to another broker's open tonight. I picked a nicer outfit than my usual style and put my hair into a complicated braid. I focused on my appearance because it was easier than focusing on my love life. It still felt completely surreal.When I got to the office, Mandy eyed me suspiciously."You look… strange," she said."I know, right?" I answered. I was glad my best friend was perceptive enough to pick up on this new dynamic."I think you look like a fugly slut," Crystal called from the back of the room. Just when I was getting used to not seeing her."F*ck you too, bitch," I said in a fake nice tone.Mandy pulled me over to the side out of Crystal's earshot and spoke quieter. "Seriously, what's different?" Mandy
SimoneIt wasn't the first time I felt like I was walking into the office with my tail between my legs, but it was definitely the worst time. I'd had bad days and frustrating days, but today I felt ashamed. I'd really messed up last night, causing a scene at Kelly's open. It was rude and unprofessional.The first thing I did was stop by Kelly's office with a bouquet of flowers. She smiled widely."I know why you're here, but it's totally unnecessary," she said. "I haven't been that happy since the day I saw my positive pregnancy test.""How long ago was that?" I asked.Her hand instinctively reached for her belly. "Twelve weeks?" she said, unsure. "But twelve weeks in pregnancy time is like three years. Watching Crystal have her ass handed to her was one of my top ten moments since joining the firm.""So I didn't ruin your opening?" I asked, relieved."Not at all," she said happily. "If anything, you added a little entertainment. Everyone couldn't stop talking about it. S
NickF*ck me. What the hell was going on with me lately? Maybe it was the toxic relationship with Lulu, but I was officially a crazy person. Who fell for their real estate agent? Besides Michael Hightower and Rob Christianson, that is.I wouldn't call it being jealous of them, but the fact that she was with both of them meant that I had no shot in hell with Simone now. Why hadn't I met her first? If I had, there would just be me. I actually wished I'd met her in a normal way and didn't have to use the ruse of business to get to know her.I did need a new place though. Lulu was making my life hell since I ended things. I needed to put at least a few miles between us for my mental well-being. I probably should've done the same with Simone, but with her, all I wanted to do was get closer.I also wasn't ready to see her at the house when I pulled up. Obviously, I knew she'd be there, but I wasn't prepared for how f*cking good she looked. It wasn't fair the way she was making me suf
SimoneI turned off my phone when I got home. I knew what would happen. Rob or Michael or Nick would call, and I couldn't deal with any one of them right now. How could I be so stupid? I'd fallen for three of my clients, and that just wasn't okay.I crawled into bed without eating dinner and covered my head. I wished I could just stay there forever, and never have to deal with the mess I'd created.When I woke up the next morning, I felt raw. I didn't want to move or think, but I knew I at least needed to check in with Mandy. If I didn't show up to work without calling, she'd send a whole SWAT team here to check on me.I was glad I'd turned off my phone, though. I had so many notifications, it made me want to scream."Don't worry," Mandy had texted, "This is all going to blow over."What the hell was she talking about? Was there something else in the news now? Shit, I really couldn't take any more.Rob had called a few times and left messages. Michael had called once and
SimoneI took a deep breath and stared at the phone in my hand. There was nothing to do but dial Nick's number and get it over with. When the story of Michael and I leaked a few weeks ago, the basketball player had been fine with it. Even Rob had been fine with it. Nick was probably used to stories about him in the tabloids, but I still didn't like the idea of having to call him and tell him it was my fault.There was nothing left to do but do it."Hello?" Nick said in a sultry voice. It sounded like he'd been sleeping."Hi," I answered miserably, suddenly feeling very emotional.The last few days had been an emotional rollercoaster. I had no more false cheer to spread around."Simone?" he asked.I could hear the sound of rustling. He was definitely in bed, which made me feel way hotter than it should have."Hi," I said again, feeling lame. "I'm sorry I've been MIA. I just needed some time to process everything that's been going on."He chuckled deeply. "It does seem
SimoneI was sitting at my desk sifting through new listings when a voice said, "Excuse me, are you Simone?"I looked up to see a tall, attractive black man standing in front of me. He was looking at me with a shit-eating grin that I couldn't quite decipher."Well, damn, I see why Michael is so obsessed with you," he said.I immediately blushed, hoping none of my co-workers were listening. I looked around, and thankfully they were all busy. A couple girls looked the man up and down appreciatively, but otherwise ignored us."I'm sorry, who are you?" I asked lamely, feeling called out."Oh, shit, I'm sorry, I'm being rude as hell."He sat down at the chair in front of me and held out his hand."The name is Alfred. I'm Michael Higtower's best, and only, friend."I laughed at this, and immediately felt at ease."Simone Carter," I answered, giving him my firmest handshake, though his hand swallowed mine up."Oh," he smiled. "I know! You've got my boy in a tailspin. I'v
SimoneAfter the showing, Michael decided to ride with me back to my place. It had been a while since we'd been together, and this felt like the perfect opportunity."Hey," he said softly to me as we sat on the couch together."Hey," I whispered back, moving to lay against his chest.He kissed the top of my head and held me against him."I've missed you," he said. "Everything's been really crazy lately.""I know," I sighed, twisting around so I could look at him. "And we haven't had a chance to talk about… things.""Things," he echoed. "What things should we talk about?I swallowed hard, not even sure how to begin the conversation. It was one thing when there was just Rob. In fact, the last time we'd talked about it, Rob was only a maybe. Now he was becoming a more permanent fixture, and I had to be clear with Michael about it."Well, there are you and me things," I started, then took a steadying breath, "And there are me and Rob things."I felt him nod."And," I
Simone"I don't understand why you want to do this," I whined as Michael gently kissed my neck. He'd spent the better part of the morning trying to convince me of his stupid plan, and I wasn't having it."Because," he murmured into my neck, "It's going to make our relationship stronger.""You and I have very different ideas of what will make a relationship stronger," I complained as his fingers trailed up my leg and close to my sensitive area."I promise you'll enjoy it." I could feel him smiling into my neck, but I still wasn't sure.I pushed him away and stood up, determined to get dressed for the day. He'd been trying to distract me with the promise of sex, but I kept overcoming his deceit. I was absolutely putting my foot down on this."I think it's going to make me feel awkward and uncomfortable, and I'm in a season of life where I'm only doing things that make me happy.""Clearly," he muttered to himself.I turned on him and fixed him with a glare. He raised
NickSimone hadn't come over for two days, but I didn't blame her. I was actually grateful because I was a lot worse off than I thought. I spent most of those two days sleeping and having my assistant bring me food. I'd been f*cking ravenous since I got home.When she finally did come over, though, I was ravenous in a completely different way. We stayed up all night, barely pausing to breathe. There was so much pent-up energy between us after everything that had happened. There were a lot of tears shed. Hers and mine. We agreed to go to counseling because neither of us wanted this experience to control our lives. She admitted that she'd been having nightmares. All the more reason not to sleep.We were lying in bed the next morning, so exhausted but so afraid to close our eyes."I notice your handcuffs are gone," she noted, her eyes heavy with tiredness.I chuckled humorlessly."Yeah, I think I'm a little over that particular kink.""Me too," she admitted with a long ya
MichaelAfter the hospital, I took Simone back to my place and forced her to take a nap. She'd been up all night. She'd insisted that she was fine, but I didn't believe her. She'd been through hell, and I wasn't letting her ignore what her body needed.When she woke up, though, it was clear that what her body needed was me."Hi," she said when she opened her eyes to see me lying next to her."Hi," I answered, and moved over her so I could place a kiss on her lips.It started slow and soft. We hadn't been together in almost a week, so I was desperate for her. I also knew that she'd been through an ordeal, and I didn't want to push her. She put those fears to rest quickly.Her hand was pressed firmly on the back of my head, and she pulled me as close as I could possibly get. Her tongue swirled around my mouth, tasting every inch of the flesh there. She moaned into my mouth and moved to grind her body against mine, clearly wanting to be closer.I knew what she wanted. She wa
NickThe incessant beeping wouldn't stop. It was like a nightmare. I kept feeling around, trying to turn the damn thing off. I grabbed around but didn't find my nightstand. Instead, there was a cold, metal bar and then emptiness.What the hell?I opened my eyes to realize I wasn't in my room, or even in my own home. No, I was hooked up to a machine in a hospital. How did I even get here? Was I dead?No, duh, of course I wasn't dead. They didn't take dead people and hook them up to machines at the hospital. Unless this was hell. There was a very good chance it was hell."You're awake," I heard a voice say sweetly.If I were in hell, this voice certainly wouldn't be here. She was an angel. If I was dead, this was a weird introduction to heaven."Nick," she said more firmly. "Can you hear me?"Simone. Of course. Hers was the sweetest voice I could ever hope to hear."Yeah," I said, realizing my throat was incredibly sore. When was the last time I said anything? "What hap
SimoneNick still hadn't woken up, so I knew Crystal wouldn't do anything to him. I also doubted she'd make a pass at him if he truly protested her advances. She was psycho, but apparently still believed in consent. My biggest fear was what she might do if he did refuse her.I couldn't believe how far-gone Nick still was. They must have given him enough tranquilizer to put down an elephant. It hurt me to see him so helpless. And I was helpless. A million more tears fell from my eyes. I just wanted to go home. I wanted my boys.I was sure I was hallucinating when the door burst open and Michael and Rob ran in. I realized, with startling clarity, that they were, in fact, walking toward me looking horrified.Behind them a group of police officers ran in, guns drawn on Crystal. Rather than putting her hands up, she started laughing hysterically. Psycho bitch.Rob was loosening the gag on my mouth as Michael perched in front of me, reassuring me everything was okay. I could barely
RobI'd had to go home to get my other laptop, which had the right software for what I needed to do. As soon as I had the evidence I needed, I raced to the police station with the USB drive clutched in my hand. On it was all the footage I'd been able to compile of the kidnapping. I'd also managed to get footage of Nick's house with my other software. It wasn't a pretty sight, but it was enough to prove that they were in immediate danger.I walked into the station to find Michael already there, sitting in one of the plastic chairs in the lobby. He looked frustrated and antsy."What's going on?" I asked him."They f*cking want me to go home," he growled. "They said they've got this handled and to let them do their job."I was suddenly furious."What?" I shouted. "Hell no. I'm going to go talk to someone."I went to the front desk, where a very rude officer told me to have a seat and that someone would be with me shortly. I was fuming. Between Michael and me, there was proba
SimoneWhen I opened my eyes, everything was different. It was the same room, I was sure, but Nick was no longer in a chair. Instead, he was handcuffed to a bed. I pulled against my own bindings and felt cold metal rather than itchy rope.The bitch had handcuffed us both.Speaking of, she was laying in the bed next to Nick, wearing a sheer nightie and little else. I wanted to kill her."Don't touch him," I managed weakly.My body was so exhausted, despite the fact that I'd just woken up. I hadn't had anything to eat or drink since I got here. I had no idea what day it was even.Crystal turned slowly to give me a wicked grin."Oh, Simone," she said. "I'm a lot of things, but I would never take advantage of someone sleeping. I'm not a total whore like you.""For f*ck's sake, Crystal," I groaned. "How are you this mad at me? Or this crazy?"She got out of the bed and stood up, staring me down."I'm not f*cking crazy!" she yelled at me. "You're a nasty slut who wants to
MichaelI looked at the clock again, knowing it wasn't going to say anything different. Simone was over an hour late. She hadn't called, hadn't texted. In fact, I hadn't heard from her since she landed. I tried not to let my imagination get away from me; she was probably just in a dead zone or something where her phone wasn't working. Or, maybe she had jet lag and had taken a nap and overslept. I decided to call Nick. Maybe she was still with him. The line rang several times, but he didn't pick up. What the f*ck? I was ready to punch him in the face for making me worry about her, if that's where she was. I can't believe they wouldn't call if she was going to be late for my night.I decided to make another call"What's up Mike?" Rob answered on the first ring."I wish I knew," I said. "Have you heard from Nick?" I was legitimately pissed. He could have at least called if he was planning on taking more time with Simone. "What's going on?" he asked, confused. "What's up w
SimoneThere was a pounding in my head, and I was vaguely aware that something wasn't right. I couldn't quite remember what, though. All I could remember was being on a plane with Nick. Had I fallen asleep? Did we crash and die?No, that wasn't right. We landed. He took me home. He was coming back to see me and…And what?Something had happened to me, but it was just out of my mental grasp. Had I passed out? I'd been really upset about Michael. Michael! I thought he was at the door.Michael wasn't at the door. Nick wasn't at the door. But someone had knocked, right?My head was swimming with thoughts that I couldn't quite hold onto. The second a thought entered my head it was gone again. Everything was hazy and dark.And my legs and arms felt broken. Maybe not broken, but definitely in the wrong place. I must have passed out, that must be what I couldn't remember.I tried to move my arms, but they were stuck. Was I paralyzed? No, not paralyzed. I definitely had the abil
SimoneNick dropped me off at my house, promising to come back and spend the night after he went home and grabbed a few things. I was still reeling from the news and so heartbroken. I truly wondered why these men would risk everything for me. I really wasn't worth it.The first thing I did when I walked through the door was call Mandy."Hey, babe," she said brightly. "I thought you'd be too busy buried in Nick Morgan's taint to call me tonight.""Mandy," I sobbed, and her tone instantly changed to concern."What's going on, Simone? Who do I need to kill?""Michael is getting cut from the team because of me," I told her miserably. "The new team owners think our relationship is bad for their brand.""They f*cking what?" she roared. "Oh, that's bullshit! I bet we could file a lawsuit against them."I could picture her getting on her computer to start Googling the legalities of the action. It wouldn't matter, though. One way or another, Michael's job was in jeopardy because