Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

”Um, it’s nothing,” Jaguar instantly said, trying to slowly move away.

”No, it’s something.”

As I said that, I held it even tighter, pulling it.

Then I got off his lap, and I saw Jaguar’s eyes widen, whereas Theodore gasped.

”Um, Gigi, it’s—it’s some—it’s a flashlight,” Theodore came to his brother’s rescue.

Of course, they would never think in a million years that I would purposefully hold his dick.

”No, show me what it is. You’re hiding something from me,” I insisted to Jaguar.

However, Theodore suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand off his cock.

It was a very hard touch.

Like, they were finally offended that I was doing that.

And I began to wonder if I had gone too far.

I should let them come on to me, but when and how?

They were so fucking stubborn.

”Oh, I’m so sorry. I just thought maybe you brought me a gift,” I said, acting like I had realized maybe it was something of their own, something important to them and not for me, so I should not have touched it.

Jaguar quickly put a pillow in his lap as his eyes connected with Theodore’s.

I pretended to look down and continue eating my chocolate, but once in a while I looked up, watching them.

The two were mouthing things to each other.

Even Theodore looked uncomfortable.

Then Theodore shrugged to his brother, and I noticed the movement of his mouth.

’Well, not my fault. She has her feet in my crotch.’

At least, that was what I thought I read from his lips.

And I felt so angry.

He felt guilty.

So he did not like it.

’What the fuck?’

But I remained calm.

I finished the chocolate and then turned to them.

I was ready for another round.

However, this time I would be subtle.

I had planned to put my head in their laps. In Theodore’s lap, of all places.

Jaguar was a little rude when he wanted to be, but Theodore could have a moment of slip-up.

I mean, he was a womanizer, so how would he defend himself against my sexuality?

But the minute I was about to go back between them, Theodore cleared his throat.

”We wanted to talk to you about something.”

It seemed serious, the way he spoke.

”Sure,” I said, sitting in front of them by the table, my hands stretched out on my knees.

”Actually, do you want to say something?” Theodore suddenly turned to Jaguar and asked, scratching his forehead a little, showing he was kind of debating whether he should talk about it or not.

”So what is going on?” I asked the two, slowly looking at Jaguar and then at Theodore.

If my brain was catching it correctly, I would think they were kind of horny.

Maybe they were going to suggest a three-way.

Maybe it was some secret thing we could keep between ourselves.

I could already sense it.

They were pretty hard in their pants, and they had definitely realized I could be very spunky.

”This trip—” Jaguar started, and I got even more attentive.

Maybe they were suggesting we do it on the trip.

How amazing would that be?

”So, we will go on this trip, but we will be leaving behind the victims of your stalker. You know what I mean?”

The minute Jaguar started to explain himself, all my dreams and hopes came crashing down.

I was wrong.

They were not talking about me.

And then I waited because I knew they had to add something that would ruin my mood even more.

And they did.

”Verity.” Theodore said her name so softly that goosebumps pricked against my skin.

”So, Verity is one of the victims, and he’s more aggressive towards her than your maids,” Theodore jumped in, explaining.

My jaw clenched secretly while I pretended I was angry at the stalker.

I nodded, listening to them silently.

That is what I did.

I did not immediately argue with them.

Men hated that.

You have to give them time.

You have to make them think it was their decision, not yours.

But really, it was your decision. Your words in their mouth.

And right now, I did not like Verity’s name in their mouths.

We were having such an amazing moment.

Why the fuck would they remember that curvy-ass bitch whose entire body was nothing but a means to grab a man’s attention?

She was literally a walking porn site.

Why would anyone even have her in their mind apart from sex?

”You see, I have seen her in a very bad state,” Theodore added.

”Yes, her home got broken into as well,” Jaguar added, snapping his fingers. ”They stole her stuff. He stole her stuff.”

As they started to explain, I began to smile.

How do I tell them there was no fucking stalker of mine?

I had rushed home to forge those letters because I did not want Verity to look like a damsel in distress.

But now it seemed like my plan was backfiring because somehow she was still someone they felt they needed to protect.

The little, poor, curvy-ass Verity.

”I understand what you’re saying, but I don’t even want to think about it,” I spoke softly.

”No, it’s not about us not talking about it. It’s not something that will just be, you know, out of sight, out of mind. She exists, and she has become a victim of this stalker.”

Theodore added that before turning to point at Jaguar.

”Actually, he has a theory.”

He immediately gave the credit to Jaguar, who confidently shrugged before straightening up.

And I noticed the bulges in their pants were gone.

So they had only appeared because I was physically connected to them before.

Because I had been grabbing onto their cocks.

My mood was already spoiled, and now they were talking about Verity, which felt like a kick to the stomach on top of everything else.

”What is your theory?” I asked Jaguar, trying to sound interested.

”The stalker has made Verity his main object of anger now,” Jaguar said dramatically.

I gasped, although what I really wanted to do was flip the table and show them exactly how I felt at that moment.