Yes, Masen and Samuel said yes, but Cedar gave me a big fat nope.And because they're always together and do everything together and are inseparable and closer than blood brothers, unless it's a unanimous yes, then the two other yeses are canceled out by the no.I didn't make that rule; they did when they became a collective unit.So it basically equated to a no overall.
Of course Masen and Samuel escaped my wrath, but Cedar needed to know he made the wrong choice.It wouldn't have been that bad if I hadn't bragged to all my holiday friends that they were going to marry me.Then they made me go and ask them, while they stood and watched.And witnessed my sheer humiliation.
If Cedar didn't want to marry me, that was fine, but he was going to pay for it.It wasn't because I was vindictive or, heaven forbid, a psycho.I was hurt.My heart was broken.I wanted to marry all three of them.I loved them the same.
Thank goodness I outgrew them and got my head screwed on properly.Can you imagine if I married them and ended up living here?The nearest sight of civilization is five million miles away.I dodged a bullet.Three big ones.
I don't understand how they can be billionaires—honest to goodness billionaires—and choose to live here in this cabin in the mountains.Is there something wrong with them?There must be something wrong with them, surely.
The kind of money they have doesn't even come close to what my father has.They're the richest men in the world; they should be in bespoke suits in skyscraper offices with custom-made watches and shoes, and instead they're here.Here.In the middle of freaking nowheresville.
My gosh, it's hideous, the cabin, I mean.Just a hulking mass of wood that seems to be a zillion years old and clearly built by hand.The logs are dark and weathered, even the chimney jutting out from the side of the roof is slightly crooked.The entire place is surrounded by giant trees; even the horizon is trees.Please god, let there be indoor plumbing, because if the 'architects' were going for a box made of wood, they crushed it.
I might as well get this over with.I'm supposed to rough it for a week, but I'm sure I can make them send me back home in two days flat.They don't know what I'm capable of doing, and if peace and quietude are what drove them here, I'm peace and quietude's kryptonite.
They're going to beg me to go home.
Chapter Three
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Coral
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Taking only my handbagwith me, which matches my pink sundress and stiletto shoes, I climb out of the car and groan.This part of the world is not made for me.My heels crunch through dried earth, a bit of gravel, and a sprinkling of pine needles.The air is so crisp I think I might faint, but I persevere.I refuse to pass out from the fresh air right in front of their doorstep.They won't make me forget it.
I'm so busy treading over the terrain to get to the front door that when I look up, I'm at said door, and there they are.
All three of them.Looking like the sexy man gods, all gruff and rough, and weather- and work-worn.Six feet four, maybe five, of pure muscle that their clothes do nothing to hide.Their skin is tanned, and I swear I can feel the calluses on their extra-large hands on my naked body.
Umm, what?That would be a hard fuck nope, I tell myself and recalibrate.They're ogres.Let that be known to all parts of my body, particularly my breasts, nipples, clit, labia, womb, lips, eyes, heart rate, and common sense.And I hate them.
"Oh, there you are.I couldn't see you from the trees," I say with practiced flippancy.They'll never know what the sight of them, this close, did to me.Ugh.All three of them have dark, brooding eyes with thick silky lashes.Even the thick layer of stubble can't hide the sharp slant of their jawlines or their untamed male beauty, unapologetically earthy and strikingly handsome.Virility pours off them like an aphrodisiac, all man and beast.
I push my way through into their cabin—it's excessively hot outside, and I don't want to melt...from the heat, I clarify in my mind.
