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
JULIET POV I wake up with a pounding headache, reminding me of months before when I was still in the clutches of my father. After one of the choking episodes, I would wake up disoriented and with a headache that would take hours to dissipate. I slowly open my eyes, scared that I would be back in my own bedroom, and the last few months of freedom were just a dream. I release a shaky breath when I realize I'm in Alonso's bedroom, and just like the last time, he's not here. I can't remember shit. Last thing I remember, Mai and I were dancing at the party with the Moretti triplets looking at us. I remember feeling so carefree and asking myself why the hell I hadn't gotten drunk before. Or went to a party. Because I never trusted anyone at my old school apart from Alyssa. Last night, I knew I was safe. A foolish feeling in light of everything. The truth always comes out, and I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that the Morettis will find out exactly who I am, and my cur
JULIET POV I hear Mai's laughter when I go down the stairs. All eyes turn to me when I get into the kitchen. Arcangelo's eyes drop to his plate in front of him, and Alessi's eyes go to my bare legs. "Good morning!" Yoon chirps cheerfully. "Smoothie?" "Sure, thanks." "Word on the street is you were drunk last night." Mai grins, and I chuckle. "But it was hella fun! Plus, I got to sleep over at the Tremendous Trio's house. Can we have an encore next week?" "No." There's no way in hell I'm ending up not remembering anything again. That could end up being extremely dangerous. Yoon places a tall glass on the table. "Super smoothie, good for hangovers." "Thanks." I walk over to take it. "Do you guys know where Alonso is?" Alessi's serious eyes meet mine. "Outside in the pool." It's amazing how they all look the same, but they exude different energies. I give one quick glance to Arcangelo, but he's shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth like it's the most de
ARCANGELO POV Mai is a sweet girl, and I like talking and goofing around with her, but I've been feeling anxious ever since Juliet went outside to the pool. I excuse myself from the kitchen with the lie that I have to take a shower. I wasn't drunk last night, and I totally took a shower to jack off after Juliet's confession that she wanted to kiss both me and Alonso. Fuck, if he only knew I already kissed the girl. Luckily, she didn't say that part, or the house might have been a war zone. Maybe that's why I'm obsessed with Juliet. I know what she tastes like. I have felt those pillowy lips under mine, and I have licked her cum from my finger. She tastes sensational. Why didn't I see her first? Maybe if I saw her first, it would be me she slept in a bed with. I would be the one she would go after. The only reason I came to my bedroom is because it has an unobscured view of the backyard, and I can see directly over the pool area. I lock my door, just in
ALESSI POV My house has gone back to silent treatments, and I am trying to get things back the way they used to be. All because of one fucking girl, who seems to keep fucking things up between my brothers. Arcangelo is back to locking himself up in his studio, and Alonso is training so hard, that I'm scared he might end up hurting himself. The possibility of him throwing everything he worked so hard for most of his life does not sit well with me. Another weekend passed, and unlike him, he didn't go to a party or out with his football friends. Notably, he also didn't bring Juliet around. Which might be a good thing, because everyone heard them fucking out by the pool the last time she was here. Poor Yoon was so blood-red in his face. He took Mai to see the pantry to escape the sounds coming from outside. And I ran to my bedroom with a dick so hard I thought it might break in half. Yeah, it's better that Juliet Monroe stays away from here. I can feel a storm brewing, and
JULIET POV I'm a sick individual. Maybe some of my brain cells died from all of the choking episodes I went through with my father. Or maybe my mother brainwashed me so much as a child that the hatred I felt towards the Morettis has turned into this haze of lust where I can't control myself around them anymore. It's been more than a week since Alonso last savagely fucked me under the terrace of his house where everyone probably heard me. I haven't heard from him since, and like a beggar, I texted and called him, but he never answered. I missed his nightly pick-ups and the fiery kisses he left me with in his truck when he dropped me off at my dorm. I felt discarded like yesterday's trash, but didn't everybody warn me that Alonso Moretti wasn't the kind of guy who kept girlfriends around? Yet, I wanted to change my outlook for him and look where it got me. It got me in a broom closet with my skirt hiked up and my panties pulled down, and his angry triplet brother's fingers deep ins
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