JULIET POV There's a persistent knock on the door and the faint, familiar sound of my alarm coming from somewhere. "Juliet!" I groggily open my eyes and look around the unfamiliar bedroom. Last night comes flooding back, and I try to move my legs, but the ache coming from in between them are almost too much. "Juliet!" I groan at the knocking. Where the hell is Alonso? Shit, I don't even have my phone with me. I left it on my bag where it fell from my shoulder last night. "Yes!" I call back, sitting up with a groan. I need a shower asap. Last night, I literally passed out in Alonso's arms after he came inside and all over me. Afterward, he sweetly pulled me into his arms and kissed my face until I literally fell asleep. So where the hell is he now? There's silence coming from the other side of the door now, and then I hear a distinct clearing of a throat. "I have your bag here, it was downstairs." I recognize Alessi's voice. "Alonso had to go to practice ve
ARCANGELO POV I look down at my body as the blonde snorts three lines of cocaine from my stomach, and I take a deep drag of the joint I'm smoking. She lifts her head and smiles at me, but her eyes are the wrong shade of blue. Everything about this girl is just fucking wrong. She straddles my waist and starts gyrating to the music blaring from the speakers, her hands going through her blonde hair. She's beautiful, I can't deny that, and she was supposed to heal my bruised ego over the weekend, but instead, I'm just feeling depressed. Marco, a friend from high school and a fellow musician, is fucking a red head on the couch in the ass, the girl is screaming like crazy, but that's not even helping to get me a hardon for the blonde. I think my dick is broken. I'm high as fuck, so when I hear a commotion coming from somewhere inside the house, my brain barely registers. "What the fuck is going on here!" My father screams from the entrance of the patio and the blonde
ALONSO POV I've never had the time for a girlfriend. Granted, I've never met someone who I wanted to have as one either. I start training at four am. every morning, an hour by myself and then with my teammates from five. After training, I go back home to have breakfast, take a shower, and then I head for my classes. After class, I go to practice again. Then I head home, shower, eat, and do any assignments that I may have so the work doesn't pile up. And then I go to bed. Repeat the same routine the next day. If I need to fuck, I just pick one of the many numbers girls randomly hand me wherever I go. On weekends, I pick them up at Arc's gigs, at games, or wherever the team hangs out. No strings attached. So this thing where I feel I have to see someone, or else I might not make it through the night, is completely foreign to me. But man, oh man. I can still feel my dick slicing through Fly-girl's virginity, I can still hear her screams in my ear and I can still see
ALESSI POV I've become a stalker. It hasn't been difficult either because Juliet Monroe and I are in the same department. I got her schedule from administration. There are so many things money can buy in this world. I'm still considering getting that private investigator, too. I could ask Bailey to hack into systems for me. She's fucking brilliant. That's why I have to be very careful with her. If she wanted to hack into my stuff, she would be able to. Maybe I should give her a surprise visit again, fuck her brains out so she wouldn't get suspicious about my new obsession. I could always imagine she's Juliet. That wouldn't be too difficult because the girl is all I can think of. I still regret the fact that I didn't take a taste of her bruised pussy. But I couldn't take the risk of her waking up. The dormitory is a real problem for me. I can't exactly break in there and jack off to her sleeping form. She has a roommate, too, a Vietnamese girl with the same major as h
ARCANGELO POV I attend all my classes the next day because I was gone all week. I'm actually notorious for skipping class, but I'm always on campus playing an instrument or joining practical classes that I'm not even supposed to be in. All of the professors, lecturers, and students know about my routine by now, and as long as I hand in all of my assignments and write all my tests and papers, nobody seems to mind. One professor told me one day it's because they all think I don't really belong there, I should have gone to an elite music school in the city. But they don't understand the relationship I have with my brothers. Nobody does apart from my family. And no elite music school could teach me what I already know. I've been training with the best teachers in the world ever since I picked up my first instrument. I have enough songs recorded that I know are good enough for at least five albums, but I'm just waiting until after graduation because that's the deal I made with
JULIET POV I'm buzzing in anticipation, and Mai is practically jumping through the roof. Alonso sent me a text to let me know that we're going to a frat party tonight and that I could bring her along. And I saw Arcangelo today. He's so beautiful, I can't help but feel attracted to him, even after I told myself I would never put myself in that situation where I would betray Alonso again. And Alessi. Fuck, how can I be attracted to all three of them? Maybe it's because they look exactly the same. That has to be it. And how the hell am I supposed to not be in their space when they all share the same house? And I know for a fact that Alonso is probably going to want me to sleep over tonight. He doesn't have practice on Sundays, so it makes sense. "Do I look okay?" Mai spins in our small space. She's wearing a little black dress with strappy black heels. I curled her long jet black hair, and she looks absolutely stunning. "Chef's kiss." I kiss my fingertips, and a pain go
ALESSI POV My brothers are at a party which is normal for them on a Saturday night. I, on the other hand, is at the popular pizza joint in town with my study group, and we're finishing up the night. "I heard Greek row is going to be crazy tonight." Blake, a guy in my class says. "You wanna check it out?" Typically, I don't bother with Greek parties. They're crowded and messy, but I think it would be good to see what Alonso and Juliet look like in a setting like that. Before her, that was him and Arc's hunting spot. Not that they had to do much hunting. I don't like all those people touching me. Imagine all the germs and sexual diseases floating around there. Yet, like in the last few weeks, I do things that are uncommon for me. "Why not?" I pack up my notes and laptop. "You might get laid." "Ha ha ha." He laughs mockingly. "I get laid plenty, thank you very much." That's probably true. Blake is a decent looking guy, and you can tell he takes care of his physiqu
ALONSO POV I'm a regular at parties like these, but I've never had more fun like I'm having right now with Juliet. She has killer dance moves, not surprising since she's a cheerleader, but I've only ever seen her doing stunts and never dance. I spot Alessi standing next to Arc, and I lift my eyebrows at him in surprise. He lifts his beer to me before taking a sip. This is not his scene. He would normally not be seen dead at one of these things. "Let's get a drink!" I shout in Juliet's ear over the music. She turns around smiling, sweat covering her brow, and throws her arms around my neck. "I wanna do shots!" I like this Juliet. She usually seems so focused on school and cheerleading, a fact that I really like about her. But I like this carefree version, too. I chuckle. Unless it's off-season, I don't do any hard liquor, I'll have a light beer, and only a few, and that's about it. My dick has been semi-hard ever since she shoved that girl off me when we just cam
ALONSO POV "The NFL has decided to suspend you until after a thorough investigation has been done regarding the pictures." I faintly hear Uncle Kevin's voice over the white noise ringing in my ears, and I take another swig of my father's expensive cognac that I swiped from his alcohol display. I gather he has enough money to replace it. The bottle is abruptly grabbed from my hand. "I'm not going to stand by and watch you kill yourself." My mother takes her own swig from the bottle and then slams it down on the table. "For fuck's sake, Alonso, this is not the end of the world." I shrug nonchalantly. "Might as well be." There's a hole where my heart used to be. My career is literally being flushed down the drain. All the hours I spent in the gym, all the plays I studied, the millions of game tapes I've watched. I've always loved to party, but I always only had two light beers. I could've been fucking it up, but I was so focused on that one dream. Then Juliet came al
AMELIA My stomach clenches in agony, and I screw my eyes shut, not wanting the light streaming from the open curtains to penetrate my soul. If it wasn't for Miss Daisy, those damn curtains would've never been open in the first place. I don't need light. The darkness was just perfect for me. I'm officially a prisoner in my own house. I'm even wondering if it is my house. Did I ever belong here in the first place? I might be an Astor by DNA, but I didn't grow up with them. As much as I love them, and as much as it was none of our fault what happened, the truth remains that when I was molded into a person, it wasn't under their hands. Yet I felt like I belonged when I met them, but I feel even more at home when Alonso holds me down and fucks me ruthlessly. Or when he transforms into a huge teddy bear afterward and snuggles me. Do I believe that Alonso did that to that girl? Yes. I also know that she was probably begging for it, too. I was jealous at first when I
ALESSI POV I failed. I failed to protect my brother. Now, my family is trying to do damage control that may not succeed. Alonso is a fucking mess. Yesterday morning, images were shared on every social media network of some idiot influencer who had bruises and bite marks all over her body after spending the night with Alonso. The bigger problem is that the influencer is now nowhere to be found to tell the damn media that whatever happened between them was consensual, even though the images may look alarming. Apparently, she sent the photos to a friend to brag about her night with the infamous Alonso Moretti, and now it has blown up in his face. If you look at the photos alone, it does look like the girl was attacked. It's classic Alonso behavior, though, and the same reason I diligently checked out everyone he slept with in college. I clearly can't be everywhere at once anymore, and now we have a catastrophic problem. Brands are threatening to end their contracts w
ALONSO POV I felt on top of the world right after the win. I showed the assholes who said I was just a rich kid who was overhyped. I had the girl I always wanted waiting for me, and they showed how she and my mom hugged on the jumbotron. For a second life was everything I ever wanted. Then, like an ice-cold bath, reality came knocking on my door when Uncle Kev reminded me that we still had the press conference afterward and that things might get sticky there. Now I'm sitting next to Uncle Kevin waiting for the vultures to spew me with their questions, my leg bouncing nervously. Uncle Kevin's hand reaches underneath the table to squeeze my shaking leg, and I still. The first question is aimed at him. It's entirely professional. How he feels about the future of the team. How he developed the team so that we played so well. My eyes rove over the sea of reporters. Which one of them will bring up the alleged sexual assault? It could be any of them. Was my father able to s
AMEILIA POV I'm nervous when Alonso takes me up to his family's box. This will be the first time I will face them after everything went down, and they undoubtedly know what I tried to do. Even though the triplets don't hold it against me, I still don't understand how they don't, I don't know how their parents will treat me. They have every right to treat me as the piece of shit I am. Maybe everything I'm experiencing right now with my real parents is my punishment for trying to break a family apart. I'm so worlds away from that girl, I still can't believe I carried that vengeance in my heart. I was lying awake most of the night, my head tucked in the crook of Alonso's neck with his breathing softly rustling my hair, and all I could think of was how I did him wrong. I had sex with his brothers, the same brothers whom he shared a womb with, and who means the world to him. And even years later, when I saw them again, I still had this pull towards them. I don't know why it feel
SUMMER POV My heart hammers in my chest as I look up into the gorgeous eyes of Alessi Moretti. Is that disappointment that flashes in its depths at my words? Alessi Moretti was everything I never knew I wanted. He was like a knight in shining armor when he first showed interest in me. I've received plenty of interest from men at the hospital ever since I started working there over two years ago, but I never took the bait. You see, I've always been looked at as the pretty girl. The one every boy in school wants to have sex with, but not commit to. Once, I let myself be that girl, and I got discarded and forgotten about. I vowed that no man would ever make me feel like I'm disposable again. Yet, I fell for Alessi's beautiful exterior and gallant gestures. I should have known he was just like all the other assholes who were just out to use me and discard me. I've never felt so dirty after he told me that he wanted his keys to his apartment back. Keys I never even asked
ALESSI POV I'm feeling jittery, and nervous as fuck. Usually, I would tell my brothers as soon as something as big as an ex-situationship being pregnant happens, but now is not the time. I'll tell them after the game. My mother narrows her eyes at me like a hawk. "Is everything okay?" You can't hide shit from her. "Everything is good." I lie. Everything is shit. I can't believe I'm going through the same shit again! And unless Summer was really sneaky and fucking someone behind my back in the hospital, there is a big chance that child might be mine. I ran away like a fucking coward after I looked into her chart. Memories of my mother placing Bailey's child into my arms and the panic attack that I almost had when I looked into his face came running back to me, and I couldn't breathe. I had to get out of there. I've been avoiding her at work, and I think she's been avoiding me too, but I know that I'm going to have to address the issue as soon as possibl
LOLA POV My eyes go to Arcangelo for probably the hundredth time as I go over the contract with not one but three lawyers present. This can't be happening. Not to me, at least. Good things like this don't happen to people from my part of the woods. People always ask me why I don't just sign with a label and get Cassy out of the dump we stay in, but I wasn't about to sell my damn soul for a record contract. This contract is different, though. It allows me to have control over the kind of music I want to make and the image I want to portray to the world. It's unheard of, is what it is. My father was a musician, one of the best. The music he wrote got stolen, and he never saw a dime of the money it made. So you can call me shaded. Because of this industry, my father became a drug addicted alcoholic who ruined everything in his path. Including me. I had to learn from a very young age that I had to take care of myself because the adults in my life wer
ARCANGELO POV I look in the rearview mirror as I drive from the studio to the hotel I booked for Lola and her "kid," who didn't end up really being her own child, but her little sister. Cassy is a five-year-old hellion who has been entertaining me for the last two days ever since I put them on the company's private jet and brought them to New York. The last two days have been a whirlwind, and I don't know if I've ever laughed so much as I did in these two days. We've been in the studio ever since we arrived on Friday, and after she sang Mai's Song in that bar, I did the unimaginable and let her record it and made it into a duet. My music has always been personal. Every word of my lyrics, every note that I pen down comes from my soul, and sure, I've written songs for other artists before, but never one as deeply personal as Mai's Song. The way Lola sang that song like I had written it for her made me feel compelled to let her sing on it. I haven't asked her what happe