Chapter Nine
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Alessia
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Ten minutes turned into twenty minutes, and that turned into an entire night and half the freaking morning of the next day.
I wake up with a shock. I'm all alone in their massive bed, my body bearing the signs that they didn't take me only once or twice in the last however many hours.
No, they took me multiple times. I'll be lucky if I can walk.
At least they're not here to witness how awkwardly I roll from the bed. Every muscle in my body is sore, deliciously sore.
Against my better judgment, a wicked smile spreads across my face. Wait until I tell Clover all about this. Suffice to say, I like having sex. Well, I like having sex with them. I love having sex with them. I love them...
"Alessia," I scream at myself out loud, not caring if they're still here and hear me.
This is ridiculous. I need to take the pearls and run. Far away. Once I'm settled in another country, I'll contact Clover.
Right.
Fuck.
Why do I just want to turn around and get back into the bed and cry my eyes out. No big girl panties, wait not even that. A commando mindset. That's what I need. Yes.
First, coffee; then I'm out of here, and no thoughts about how I love them, because I don't. Obviously.
But the instant I step out of the bedroom, I bump into their stunning supermodel PA.
"Oh, you're awake," she says brightly. I glance at the chair she's been sitting on right outside the door. What the hell?
"Good morning," she says. "I hope you slept well.
Let me get you a coffee. Slow-steamed whole milk, vanilla bean syrup with a generous supply of brown sugar reduction caramelized to perfection, a dollop of cream, and sprinkled with sea salt, right?
" she says and struts away on her scarily high-heeled shoes.
"Umm... what's going on?"
"I'm Gina," she says over her shoulder. "Their PA. We met when I signed the cleaning contract with you?"
"I... I know who you are, but..." I say as I follow her.
I'm so confused that I forget I'm completely disheveled, wearing that bedsheet again and probably still have their scent on my body and their cum inside me.
Okay, whoa.
But then I get a whiff of the coffee, and nothing else matters.
"There you go. Freddie said to say hi, but I made it quite clear you were not interested in him at all."
"What?" I ask, really shocked. Am I dreaming?
"You belong to Layton, Garrison, and Jasper now. Better me setting him straight than the three of them if you know what I mean."
"Actually, I don't know, and I don't belong to anyone."
Gina then looks at me with a bit of happy pity, whatever that means.
"You have no idea how possessive my bosses are over you, do you? It's a scary thing. Oh, also, you now own the coffee shop and the ice cream franchise. I have the paperwork."
"Right," I nod. "And that was your bosses' doing as well?"
"Of course. Now, I have a masseuse coming in an hour, then lunch afterward. Then I have Giselle coming over to bring you a couple of dresses for your dinner tonight."
"Oh, great. A massage sounds wonderful," I say, backing away. "I'm just going to take a shower, and I'll see you later."
"Excellent. Oh, and Ms. Hagen, please don't try to leave. There's a bodyguard standing outside the door, and his orders come from the bosses themselves. You won't get very far. I'm sorry."
"You're kidding."
"Again, you have no idea how possessive they are over you. I've never seen them this way before. But I love it. You're perfect for them."
"Okay, this is getting freaky," I say as I charge toward the door, fling it open, and stare at a seven-foot giant who literally bows when he sees me.
"Hi," I say awkwardly, then shut the door in his face.
"Just go with it for now. You'll see them tonight, not a moment earlier—they're tied up in meetings and not taking any calls, unfortunately—and then you can give them all kinds of hell."
I take Gina's advice because I have no freaking choice.
I shower, have the massage of my life, have the best lunch ever, followed by a tub of ice cream—which I need, goddammit—get fitted with the most beautiful dress in the universe, have my hair and makeup done.
Then at a minute to seven o’clock the giant at the door escorts me to a limousine in which they’re already seated in.
I’m still 100% sure I've dreamed this up.