Unholy Devotion

Chapter One

Sadie

I don’t know if it makes me sad or angry to hear that bitch getting railed for the third time in twelve hours.

I share a wall with Lance, so it’s even more annoying when he brings home his weekly whore.

At least I’m nice enough to keep my sexual endeavors where no one else can hear them.

By sexual endeavors, I mean I just don’t have sex.

My roommates are my best friends and business partners.

I have been friends with Lance, Mason, and Dean since kindergarten.

We were all neighbors growing up, and even graduated high school together.

We ended up in the same college, going to school for the same thing, so it was only natural that we went into business together.

The guys went on a football scholarship, and I received an academic scholarship.

We all graduated at the top of our class with a master’s degree in computer engineering.

Our company features an in-home virtual assistant that can help control everything from your lights to your electronics to your schedule.

The biggest difference that allows us to stand out from the rest is that our virtual assistant interacts like a personal assistant, and she learns your patterns to help better predict what you need.

With that, we do have products that complement the virtual assistant to turn your home into a smart home.

We are inexpensive compared to our competitors, so it allows us to have a jump on basically everyone because anyone can get set up.

They let me name the company, which was a terrible idea because I’m a smart ass. I decided on QuadTech since there are four of us. Our virtual assistant is named Quill, which stands for QuadTech Universal Interactive Logistics Lab. So, Quill Assistant for short.

QuadTech is rapidly expanding, so we can afford to live on our own, but we have been attached at the hip for so long that we’ve never really considered separating. I don’t even know if I could live by myself at this point. They annoy me, but I’m used to them and their weird habits.

I know one of these days I’m going to have to separate from them and go my own way.

I’m so painfully attracted to them that it’s agonizing when they bring women over.

I’m so tired of hearing them fuck these women half to death.

It’s worse with Lance because his room is close enough to mine that I can hear the sounds he makes in bed.

His groans are fucking delicious, but I will never be on the receiving end of his lust. I will always be just like a sister to them, so I’m only hurting myself and basically any guy I try to have a relationship with.

I compare everyone I date to my best friends, and it’s not fair to anyone.

I always seem to find a way to scare them off anyway.

I don’t have anyone to talk to but the guys, so I just internalize all of the feelings that I have for them.

This leads to a lot of lonely nights filled with self-pleasure fueled by fantasies of them.

I really should stop being a creep and find something else to think about when I get myself off.

Today is Saturday, which means we have our weekly football game with friends. I am the only girl who is willing to get out there, but it’s always been that way. I have been playing with them every week for my entire life.

I am five-foot-one, and the guys are over a foot taller than me, so I’m not tackling anyone.

I run the fastest, though. As long as no one catches me, I’m golden.

When they can catch me, they have no problems taking me down.

However, everyone is mindful of the fact that I’m tiny compared to the rest of them.

I’ve never gotten hurt, but I’m sure it’s bound to happen one day.

I won’t lie, something about being tackled by a ripped six-foot-three man is hot as fuck.

I get dressed in my usual spandex shorts and T-shirt.

It’s long enough to not show my ass, but I wear a tank top under it so that if I get overheated, I can take the T-shirt off.

Once I have my shoes on, I walk out of my room and slam the door behind me, knowing that Lance and everyone else in this house will hear it.

“Morning, Little Demon,” Mason says with a smirk as I walk into the kitchen.

“Shut up,” I grumble. Mason chuckles and grabs a coffee cup from the cabinet.

“Something wrong, Sadie?” Dean asks when he walks in behind me.

“Both of you can bite me,” I say. Mason smiles and pours coffee into the mug before turning and handing it to me. “Thanks.”

“Why do you get so mad about him bringing her over?” Mason asks.

“Do you know how many times they have fucked in the last twelve hours?” I ask. “They are both obnoxiously loud and the walls are thin.”

“Put headphones in,” Dean shrugs. “That’s what I do.”

“Yeah. You put my headphones in. You took them from me again,” I frown.

“Oh, right,” he laughs.

I roll my eyes and take a sip of my coffee when I hear Lance’s bedroom door open. “Be nice,” Mason says just before Lance and Angela walk into the kitchen.

She is wearing his shirt and likely nothing else. What makes it worse is it’s a shirt that I bought him. Lance goes to reach for the pot of coffee, and I snatch it before he can grab it. “Morning,” I say with a sweet smile as I dump the remaining coffee into the sink. “Sorry. Fresh out.”

“That wasn’t very nice,” Mason cackles.

“Why do you always have to be such a bitch to him?” Angela frowns. God, her voice is so fucking annoying.

“I don’t think I was talking to you, Angie.”

“My name is Angela, or are you too dumb to remember?”

“Ah, shit,” Lance sighs.

“Excuse me?” I laugh, but there is not a drop of humor in my tone.

“I think you heard me. You’re a bitch to him. I don’t know why they put up with your bullshit,” she says, propping her hands on her hips. “I think you are just after his money, but you haven’t caught onto the fact that he doesn’t want you.”

“I own a fourth of the company, you ignorant bitch. I have my own money,” I snap. When she laughs, I slam my cup down, but Mason grabs me before I can get to her.

“You’re too pretty for jail,” Mason laughs as he lifts me up to sit me on the counter.

“Get her out of my fucking house,” I say, seething.

“You can’t just tell them what to do,” she complains.

“Angela,” Lance says.

“What?” she sighs.

“You need to go,” he says.

“You got to be fucking kidding me, Lance. You are taking her side?” Angela whines.

“There are no sides. You knew from the beginning that she was a priority in my life. You don’t get to come into our home and try to push her out,” he says calmly.

“No fucking wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend,” she laughs. “All three of you are pussy whipped by someone who doesn’t even put out.”

“Unlike you, I don’t have to put out for people to want to be around me,” I smile. Angela scoffs and stomps back to the bedroom.

“Sadie,” Lance says with a hint of amusement in his tone.

“Fuck you!” I snap. “You know that I don’t like that bitch, but you still brought her into this fucking house.”

Angela walks back in with her stuff and opens her mouth to say something to me. “Just go, Angela,” Lance says, still watching me.

“Bye, Angie,” I say with a smile as I wave. She frowns before turning and leaving out of the back door that leads to the side driveway.

I push Mason away from me and hop off the counter, only to be trapped between Mason and Lance. “I’m sorry, Sadie.”

“If you want to bring people into this house, fine. I don’t care,” I lie. “Just be quiet. I shouldn’t have to be forced to listen to you repeatedly fuck some dumb blonde with the IQ of a potato chip while I’m trying to sleep.”

I try to slip past him, but he pulls me back. “Sadie,” he says.

“What, Lance? What?” I snap.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I had a conversation with her about being quiet. I didn’t expect her to intentionally get under your skin.”

“Okay.”

“That’s it? That’s all I get?” he asks.

“You’re going to be late for your game,” I say before turning and slipping past Mason.

“Aht. No,” Dean says as he grabs me.

“Will you people stop touching me?” I say when he pulls me over to stand in front of him.

“You don’t get to ditch the game. That’s not how this works.” Dean says.

“Last time I checked, this works however I want it to because I’m an adult,” I say.

“Then act like it and use your big girl words, Sadie,” he says with a smirk.

“Oh, fuck you, Dean!” I say as I shove him back and walk to my room. I shut the door and lay across the end of my bed on my belly.

I have my head in my arms, desperately trying to not cry.

It’s stupid that I can’t get over this. The worst part about all of this is seeing her in his shirt.

They may prioritize me as their best friend, but that’s the only priority that I get.

I will never know what it’s like to wake up with them and know that I am theirs.

For some stupid reason, I can’t get it out of my head. It’s all I fucking want.

Going into business with them was the dumbest fucking thing I could’ve done because now I’m stuck watching them with everyone else but me.

I’ve been considering selling my portion and stepping down.

If one of them were to get into a serious relationship, I don’t know how I would handle it.

It’s not fair to whoever they fall in love with for me to act like a raging bitch every time they’re around because I’m heartbroken.

I have a meeting on Monday to talk about my contract with the guys to see if I’m actually able to sell my portion.

Chances are, I’m gonna have to just get them to buy me out.

My bedroom door slowly opens. I already know it’s Lance. He won’t leave it alone until I forgive him. That’s the worst part. I’m not even mad at him—I’m sad.

“Sadie,” he says softly.

“Go away,” I say with a dramatic groan as I stay where I’m at.

“You can’t stay mad at me forever,” he says as he lies on the bed beside me.