Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
And yet I’m the one who can’t keep my fucking mouth shut.
“Something is fucking bugging me. I can’t hold this shit in any longer.”
Everyone sets their glasses down, looking at me like I’m going to tell them I got their sister pregnant.
I take a deep breath.
“I think I am falling for Eve.” I slam my glass on the table and sigh. “I’ve never felt like this before—all I can think about is that woman,” I confess, shaking my head.
I’ve said it, and I feel better—but when they don’t react with ball-busting laughter, I wonder why.
“Okay, you can fucking say it. I’m fucking lame as fuck.” I grab my drink after saying that, but still, they don’t call me names.
In fact, they all agree with me.
“Robin…I—same. I haven’t stopped thinking about her since the first night. She’s…I don’t know. Magnetic,” Theo says before grabbing another beer.
Once I’ve opened the floodgates, it all comes rushing in.
I’m relieved as each one of them confesses the same about Eve Travers. She has taken hold of us and dug her claws into our souls.
I don’t want to let this go. I never realized until Eve that I liked the submissive life. Of course, she’s the only one who could ever get me like that.
I would never submit to another woman. Eve has a charisma about her that makes you want more.
“So, what do we do about this? Can we all agree to share her without getting jealous?” I ask, though I think I know the answer already. We’re all close enough to handle a poly relationship with Eve.
Drax looks up, holding his beer up to all of us. He’s making a toast to the future—just the way we want it.
“To Eve. A goddess among women, and the only one for us!”
We laugh, but we toast our drinks all the same.
I know that this is unconventional, but none of us can imagine life without Eve.
Can you fucking blame us?
Chapter 20
Eve
As I stand on the shore, the sounds of birds in the distance bring a smile to my face. It’s so peaceful being here. I’ve always loved it but never appreciated it as much as I do now.
Growing up changes so much about a person.
I pull my jacket tight around my body, thinking about things I spoke to Caroline about. She’s wise beyond her years and has been quite the confidante for me.
Sometimes in life, you think you understand something a person tells you, but when it happens to you—everything becomes clearer.
I can’t stop thinking about when she said, “You need to give into what your body wants.” Was that what I did? Did I give into what my body wanted?
Maybe Caroline was right about that. I did enjoy it all, and I have no regrets. I feel more like a woman than I’ve ever had in the past.
During the walk back to the house, my mind is on the ten men who have consumed my thoughts for weeks now. I know that they aren’t here to hurt me, and that they have my best interests at heart. I sigh. Is it okay to miss ten men? Am I being selfish?
I can’t help but overthinking everything. It’s making me confused and upset all at the same time. I came here to forget, not dwell on the past. I decide that a nap is needed before making the drive back home.
I snuggle down into the covers, sleep taking me away the moment my head hits the pillow. What happens next shakes me to the core.
“Well, look at the little whore sleeping. I hope she fucking enjoyed it!”
“She’s nothing but a slut. I told you that first night I didn’t like her!”
“No time like the present to get rid of her.”
The three men who have been threatening and stalking me stand around the bed.
I scream the moment I see the knife, but Lars doesn’t wait for the others. He plunges the blade repeatedly into my chest, stab after stab, sending a shower of crimson towards the three of them.
Sitting up in the bed, screaming, my hands move to my chest to feel for blood and stab wounds.
Nothing.
There’s nothing there, except my clothing glued to my body from perspiration.
I am shaking as the tears run down my face. I can’t believe a dream could feel that real.
Fuck, I thought I was dead! I’ve been keeping this horrible thought inside me for so long that it’s consumed me.
For the next hour, I take time to shower, pack, and eat a light meal. Just a sandwich and cup of soup before getting on the road. I’m shaken from the dream, but I know that nightmares are not real and that I’m just exhausted. I had hoped that these couple of days would help me, but that nap ruined it all.
With my thermos filled with coffee, I’m on the road again. The weather is a little chilly, but it’s still beautiful.