The Lies That We Tell

Chapter 8

Every inch of my body aches as I stretch and will the haze of sleep from my eyes. My heart picks up when I realize I’m not in my own bed, I remember being kidnapped last night. Oh shit! I sit up in bed, my eyes snapping open to see a big beautiful room with the most opulent furnishing imaginable. Suddenly the memories of everything that happened last night after my abduction comes rushing back to me like a tsunami sweeping over the shore of a beach.

Fuck! I had a threesome with Devon and Liam. Both brothers took me to new heights of pleasure last night. Twice! No wonder I ache in the most unusual places. They utilized every usable hole on my body, and made sure to wipe any lingering fears from the other events of the night before.

Slowly I move to the edge of the large bed, making a mental note to order an Alaskan King for my room when I eventually go back. When I swing my legs over the tufted edge of the bed, I laugh to myself at how much space is between the bottoms of my feet and the plush rug at the edge of the bed. I can’t see the sun through the floor to ceiling windows, just the fog blanketed over the bay, so it must still be early morning. I’m not sure when Devon and Liam left the bed, the last thing I recall is falling asleep between the two men, more relaxed and happy than I’d been in ages.

Did they leave me to sleep alone? If so, where did they sleep? I give the bed one last look. All the pillows look well used, so at least one of them stayed with me through the night. A sad smile creeps across my face. This thing between the three of us will not end well, I just know it. One of us, if not all of us, will have their heart broken before the day is over, and both of them have broken my heart more than once. I refuse to let them do it again, so I guess it’ll have to be me who does the heart breaking this time.

I take a deep breath, in and out, steadying myself for a confrontation that’s going to rip my heart in two, and hop off the bed. I find a fluffy, oversized terry cloth bathrobe hanging in the closet and slip into it. My petite body is devoured by the fabric, the back trailing behind me like the train of a wedding gown. The irony. Liam would marry me in a heartbeat if he thought it would keep me with him forever. Devon, well, I’m sure he’d brood about it, like he does everything else. But he’d be around to share me with his twin, like they have with all their pretty toys since they were born. Their admission to having done that before— shared a woman in bed— leaves a sour taste in my mouth. They did say some things about me being different and them loving me, but it wouldn’t be the first time the Morris twins confessed their love to get between my legs, just to turn around and laugh at me in the end. I’m not going to be the butt of their shared sex jokes again!

I sigh in front of the closed door, my hand reaching for the gold plated handle. Here goes nothing. Turning the handle, I push the pain of the impending heartbreak deep down in my gut. The last thing I need for them to see, before I tell them last night was a mistake, is weakness. It’s true I love them both, but I know they don’t love me. They never have, they love the idea of a delicate princess who needs to be rescued by them and is there for their carnal pleasure whenever they see fit, and that is not me.

I steel myself before descending the spiral staircase leading to the living space of the hotel suite. But the two men waiting for me are not the two I am prepared to battle with. Detective Myers and Detective Andrews stand at opposite ends of the large room. Andrews quietly looks out the large windows near the bar, while his partner stands near the door in the insanely large kitchen.

Detective Myers notices me coming down the stairs first. He clears his throat, getting his partner’s attention before giving me a silent nod in greeting.

“Hello detectives,” I say curtly. “Where are Devon and Liam?”

“Your friends went to your house to pack some clothes for your stay here, and check on the reinforced security system they’re having installed,” Detective Andrews, the usually silent one, says.

“Oh,” is my only response.

When I step off the stairs, I get a look at the feast laid out on the dining table near the bar. There’s everything a person could want for breakfast. Fluffy scrambled eggs, bacon, ham and sausage. Bowls of fruit like strawberries, melon and a bunch of bananas There are even little wedges of red dragon fruit.

My stomach growls at the sight of all the food, and I realize I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. “Thanks for ordering breakfast.” I smile over at Detective Myers, who’s still standing in the kitchen.

“Wasn’t me,” he says, walking over with two mugs. “One of your boyfriends ordered up breakfast before they both left you with us,” he says, setting one of the mugs in front of me. The smell of coffee wafts up to my nostrils, making my mouth water.

“Well, both of you, please.” I wave at the food. “Join me, there’s no way I can eat all of this and I’d hate to waste most of it.”

Detective Andrews joins his partner at the table and the three of us eat in deafening silence. It’s not like I have a lot to say to them anyway, and even if I did, I’m so busy shoveling food into my mouth, there isn’t any time for us to chat.

We finish eating in the same silence that we started in, and it doesn’t take long for a member of hotel staff to arrive to take away the dishes and sparse leftovers. That’s when I notice the two uniformed officers outside the door to the suite. What the hell is that about? I turn a glaring look to the two detectives who are watching the guest service person like a hawk.

“Why are there police officers outside that door?” I ask angrily. I’m not sure why they have me so upset, I was almost kidnapped twice. Well, once the person succeeded but I’m here now.

“Because after two failed attempts at kidnapping, and the perpetrator still on the loose, we can’t take any chances with your safety,” Detective Andrews says dryly.

“Would you prefer to go into hiding, Miss Devereux?” Detective Myers asks, a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Well, no.” I’m otherwise speechless and frustrated.

“That’s what we thought.” Detective Myers gives me a look that says point made.

Irritated and with a full belly, I don’t say anything else to the detectives. They might as well be armed babysitters. I don’t have any of my own clothes to leave the suite, so I just walk back upstairs.