Bradley
It’sbeenafewhours and I’m still fuming. When I got home I went straight to the kitchen and the bill from the bank was missing.
Jefferson fucking took it. He used my vulnerability to snoop through my home and take my personal papers. Yes it was to pay the bill, which I both hate and love him for, but it wasn’t his place. He violated my privacy.
I’ve gone back and forth, wanting to rush over to his house and confront him.
But I keep chickening out.
Then we’d be face to face, and I’d have to hear him tell me he doesn’t want to see me anymore. It’ll kill me, but I know it’s what's happening. They each have the love of their life back so I’m not needed anymore.
“Aghhhh,” I scream at the top of my lungs, not even caring if the sound carries over to my neighbors and they complain.
I finally tire of pacing the house and drop down on the couch, phone in hand, trying to build the courage to message the two ofthem. To confront them, and end it before they have a chance to destroy me.
I create a group message with the three of us and start to type.
A sharp knock at the door shatters the stillness of the room, slicing through the haze of indecision that's firmly wrapped itself around me like a second skin. One that for the life of me, I can’t remove.
I ignore it, figuring it’s the neighbors coming to confront me for being loud. My eyes stay locked on the half written message, regret already swarming my headspace about wanting to send it. My fingers hover over the screen, ready to finish and hit the send button, when another knock sounds through the house, louder, more demanding.
“Fucking neighbors,” I murmur. The knock comes again and I slam my phone down on the coffee table, harder than I intend. “I’m coming!” I shout.
Standing, I walk, or more like stomp, my way toward the door, ready to give whoever’s on the other side a fucking piece of my mind. I take hold of the handle and pull the door open, my breath catching when I see them standing there.
Both of them.Together.
They’re standing side by side, like some perfectly played out scene in a bully romance when you find that the character you fell for is with the villain. The big fuck you punch line of the story. Smiles tug at the corners of their lips, warm and amused.
Curious.
“Are you going to invite us in?” Jefferson asks, leaning just slightly forward, his eyes flicking past me into the hallway behind me.
My mind is a jumbled mess, my mouth dropping open, as I blink.
“Why are you here?” I manage to say.
Jefferson just smiles as Malcolm winks, as his teeth drag along his lower lip, pulling it into his mouth.
“Are you going to make us stay out here all night? We don’t have anywhere to be, so we can.” His voice smug. “So, I’m going to ask you again. Can we come in?”
My mouth is already moving before my brain can even tell it no. “Yeah. Yeah, come in.” Stepping back, I let them pass by, stepping across the threshold into my home.
“I’ll let you slide for the snippy ‘come in’.” Jefferson calls out sternly. “This time.”
What the hell? Guess I don’t need to worry about that message seeing how they’re here. Seems like they had the same idea and are teaming up to break up with me.
When I step into the living room, they’re sitting on the couch, a cushion empty between them.
“Come sit down.” Jefferson pats the empty spot between them.
“I’m good.” I cross my arms over my chest as I rock back and forth on my feet.
“I didn’t ask if you were good. I said to sit,” he orders, as Malcolm lets out a soft chuckle.
My legs are moving, my cock pressing against my zipper at the commanding tone of his voice. It’s everything I’ve wanted and needed at the same time. But it’s not mine. He’s not mine. Neither of them are. They belong to each other.
The air in the room is tense as I sit down between them, the cushion dipping with my weight. Both Jefferson and Malcolm shift their bodies, angling them toward me as their legs press against mine.
