Chapter 21
Maddy
Oh. My. God.
I can’t rip my gaze from Adrian’s dark eyes as he stands in the doorway, his jaw taut and his eyes shooting daggers at me.
“What the fuck is going on?” His voice cuts, and Caleb lets out a heavy sigh beneath me.
“I think that’s obvious,” a voice chuckles from behind him, and Beck materializes beside Adrian, though surprisingly, he doesn’t seem the least bit concerned about Caleb’s now-soft dick still being deep inside me.
These two men are like polar opposites right now. One murderous, and one amused. But both reactions leave me feeling completely humiliated.
And terrified to move.
“Caleb?” Adrian snaps, slamming the office door behind him. “Do you care to tell me why the hell your dick is in our assistant right now?”
Caleb goes rigid beneath me and then gently, lifts me, sliding out of my pussy. He quickly tucks himself away, and I hop off his lap, jerking my skirt down, as if all these men haven’t already seen me.
Ugh. It’s official. I’m a slut.
“You know, you really should fucking knock.” Caleb stands to his feet, his tone much harsher than I’ve ever heard before. “It’s rude to just barge in like I’m some employee you can boss around.”
Adrian raises his brows. “Are you kidding me right now?”
“I deserve respect,” he shoots back. “So, you can fucking knock before you come into my office.”
My eyes widen, and my heart starts pounding against my ribcage, rattling my entire body. As I take a step back, my ass bumps into the desk. All three men look terrifying in the moment—Adrian pissed, Caleb defensive, and Beck…
Well, I don’t really understand the look on his face, but it’s still intimidating.
I smooth my skirt again, swallowing hard as I feel Caleb’s cum ooze out of my pussy, and slide down my inner thigh. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment, wishing that I could somehow teleport somewhere else in this moment.
Literally anywhere would do.
“I just can’t believe you fucked her!” Adrian’s voice rattles the walls around us. “That’s so unprofessional.”
“Like you can say anything,” Beck bursts into a fit of laughter. “You fucked her, too, Adrian. Don’t act like you’re some goody-two-shoes.”
“Wait, you slept with him, too?” Caleb turns to me, his voice suddenly taking a dive.
I hate the look of hurt on his face. I’m literally the worst. But before I can open my mouth and offer some sort of pathetic apology, Beck cuts in.
“I did, too. In fact,” he straightens. “I actually fucked her first. Before she ever even worked here.”
“What?” Caleb explodes and throws his hands in the air. “What the hell?”
“It is what it is,” Beck says, shrugging. “But I’ve definitely fucked her more than you two, so I would say I have an advantage in this situation.”
“Excuse me?” I blurt out, suddenly irritated. “I’m not a freaking sex toy.”
Beck grins at me. “Oh, I know, you’re way better than a sex doll, Maddy.”
“Watch it,” Adrian snaps at him.
Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. My face heats up to furnace levels as all three men stare at me. My knees start to shake, and the realization of what I’ve done slams into my chest like a ton of bricks.
And now I’m about to get fired.
“I just don’t understand,” Caleb speaks first, the confusion sending a pang of shame through my entire body. “Why?”
I wrap my arms around myself, fighting to hold back tears. “Um… I…” My eyes bounce from Caleb to Adrian to Beck, who is the only one who isn’t glaring at me. “I didn’t… I didn’t really mean to.”
“Oh wow,” Adrian barks out. “You didn’t mean to sleep with us all? That’s fucking rich.”
“Shut up,” Beck’s tone hardens as he spins on him. “You’re an asshole! I don’t even understand what she sees in you.”
Adrian is a blur, moving across the office to Beck. His fists wrap up in Beck’s shirt, and the two stumble backwards. My eyes widen at the thud of his back making contact with the wall.
“Stop it!” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own in the moment, and Caleb is already in motion, shoving the two of them apart.
“Adrian!” Caleb rips him off Beck. “Get your shit together, dude.”
My hand clamps over my mouth, completely horrified at what I’m witnessing. This is all my fault.
“Well, I wouldn’t have to get my shit together if that fucker would’ve just kept it in his pants!” Adrian gestures to Beck and then back at Caleb. “And you’re no better than he is, but fuck, at least you don’t want to fuck half the staff.”
I raise my brows at the comment, unable to fully process it in the moment. In fact, I can barely think as the three of them continue to argue, their voices overlapping each other’s. It all starts to blur together in my mind, and my stomach churns with shameful nausea.
I can’t stay and watch this.
“I’m leaving,” I blurt out, stopping all three of them in their tracks. Adrian opens his mouth, but Beck cuts him off.
“That’s fine. We’ll work this out while you’re gone.”
That’s just fucking awesome. I swallow the words, though, and bolt from where I’m standing. I rip the door open and dash out before anyone can stop me. It’s not until I reach my desk that I realize my shirt is still untucked. Thank god it’s late and no one else is here.
Get it together, Maddy. But my pep talk doesn’t help a thing as I shove my laptop into my bag, shaking my head. I’m such a freaking idiot. I sling the strap over my shoulder, ignoring the pain searing through my hip as my laptop jams into it.
I don’t slow down as I head for the elevator.
And I damn sure don’t slow down as Marissa seems to pop out of nowhere, an iced latte jostling in her hand.
“What’s wrong, Maddy?” Her tone is like venom as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “You look a little… frazzled.”
I fucked all my bosses, and now my life is ruined. That’s what’s wrong, Marissa.
Of course, I don’t say that. Instead, I just keep walking and hope she’ll leave me alone.
She purses her lips and tilts her head, fake sympathy all over her face as I punch the down button in the elevator. “I hope everything is okay,” she adds when I don’t say anything.
“It’s fine,” I snap, as the doors glide open.
“And, by the way, your shirt is untucked in the back,” she calls as I step in and violently smash the close button repeatedly. “You might want to fix that before someone else notices and assumes—”
Thankfully, the doors closing cut her off.
God, she’s a witch.
I lean against the wall and tip my head back, closing my eyes. I’m going to have to find a new job. I can’t ever come back to this place. Ever.
A defeated groan slips from my throat as I think about rent and the lease I just signed. There’s no way I’ll be able to find another company that can even come close to what Modern Edge pays.
I could blackmail them. I could tell them that I’ll tell everyone they slept with me and then fired me. That’s…
That’s fucked up. I won’t do that. I’m way too embarrassed about this.
I’d rather crawl into a hole and die at this point.
“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath as I step out of the elevator, shaking my head at my own audacity. What was I thinking, fucking Caleb today? Do I seriously just have zero self-control?
“No, he’s just nice,” I say to myself, like a crazy person. And kind, sweet, caring, and he listens so much better than most men.
But still, I royally fucked up.
My heels click against the lobby tile, and I don’t bother to pull out my phone until I’m outside, the sun hitting my face with a warmth that only makes me feel worse for some reason.
I’m just pathetic and spiraling right now.
My bosses haven’t tried to contact me. They’re probably still duking it out in Caleb’s office.
I desperately need to hear Riley’s voice right now.
It rings three times before connecting, and I hear some sort of muffled noises and shitty rock music playing in the background.
“Hang on! My hands are covered in paint!” Riley’s voice sounds distant. I sigh, my calves burning from my quick pace in these high heels.
“Come on, Riley,” I mumble, almost to our apartment complex by the time her voice comes back.
“Hey, sorry.” She’s breathless, and I can imagine her wiping the sweat and paint from her brow with her forearm—and making it all worse, probably. “Is everything okay, Mads?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out for a moment, as I realize how completely ridiculous my life sounds right now. “It’s a long story, but I’m on my way home.”
“Oh…” Her voice trails off, losing its chipper tone. “Did something happen with that Marissa chick?”
“No.” I wish it were that simple. “It’s… They… I… I can’t control myself, Riley. I’m so disgusting.”
“Oh…” Riley catches on. “You mean, something happened with your bosses?”
“They know. They all know what I’ve done,” I blurt out. “And to make it all worse, Adrian and Beck… They walked in on…”
She gasps. “They did not.”
“Yes they did,” I squeak. “I have to find a new job. And maybe a completely new identity.”
“I’ll leave soon,” Riley says in a rush. “Don’t have a meltdown. I’ll get ice cream and then I’ll meet you back at home. Everything is going to be okay.”
“I’m not totally sure about that,” I sigh, as I make my way through the lobby. “You’re the best.”
“I know,” she quips. “See you soon. Don’t do anything catastrophic until I get there, okay? And don’t you dare send a resignation email.”
I laugh, shaking my head, as I get on the elevator. “Deal. I’ll at least let you read over it before I send it.”
As she hangs up, the elevator doors open on our floor, and I step out, a fresh burst of post-conversation shame hitting me all over again.
I can’t believe that happened.
I reach my apartment door and punch in the code. The keypad blinks red at me, signaling an incorrect code.
“Come on,” I mutter under my breath, wiping the tears—that I’m trying to ignore—from my eyes. A crazy thought enters my mind. What if the guys turned off access to my apartment because they’re so pissed off at me? I shake my head, willing the thought to leave.
I enter the code once more, and this time it flashes green, the door clicking unlocked. “Thank god.”
I close the door behind me and then lean against it, letting out a deep breath. For a long minute, I just stand there, and then I feel something oozing between my legs.
Caleb. The first reaction is arousal, my thighs clenching at the thought of him deep inside of me…
But the second is embarrassment.
This is how I got in this predicament in the first place.
I kick off my heels and head straight for my room, stripping my clothes off as soon as I get there.
I toss my clothes into the hamper, shivering as the cold air hits the moisture between my legs. My mind replays all the intimate moments I’ve shared with Beck, Adrian, and Caleb, and I hate that I still find myself feeling the urge to defend it.
They came onto me, and all I did was enjoy sex.
Well, but it’s more than just sex. I actually like them. All of them.
I run my hands over my face and catch a whiff of Caleb’s cologne, lingering on my skin. I head for the shower, my stomach knotting up even tighter with the guilt of knowing the three men, who have been friends and partners for years, might still be fighting…
All because of me.