But I needed a break to clear my head.  After Dominique stayed over night, he had breakfast with me and then left.  I got cleaned up and while I was in the bath made a decision: I would hold off on sex with both of them until the test came back either way.  It was the only way I could keep my head clear.

Sometime around lunch I heard noises on the other side of my door and opened it.  Dominique and Byron were standing outside.  Byron had flowers in his hand, while Dominique had a box of chocolates.  They were both shoving each other roughly and cursing at each other in French or Italian.  I couldn’t be sure.

“Hey!  Hey!” I yelled.  “What the hell are you doing?”

“Savannah,” said Byron.  “Here are some flowers for you.”

“No.  I was here first.” insisted Dominique.  “Here is a box of the best chocolates in the world.”

“It is too early for chocolates, you idiot!” snapped Byron.

“She spent the night with me.  So, it is clearly my time with her,” insisted Dominique.

“You already had sex with her and now you’re done, right?” said Byron, getting in a dig.

“How dare you!” yelled Dominique outraged.

Dominique dropped the box, it came open and the chocolates scattered on the floor.  He tried to grab Byron by the throat, but Byron fought him off, smashing him in the face with the flowers.  They ended up rolling around in the hallway.  They rolled into a table and knocked a lamp and a vase to the floor, which also broke.

“Stop!  Stop!” I yelled.  “This isn’t getting us anywhere!  I’ll leave right now if you both don’t stop!”

They finally stopped wrestling and pushed each other away angrily.

“You guys are friends, you shouldn’t be like this,” I said.  “Besides, it’s going to be pretty clear who is responsible once the test comes back.”

“I don’t care!” said Byron.  “I will marry you.  I shall be the baby’s father regardless of its true origins.”

“No!  I will!” insisted Dominique.  “I will make him my heir regardless of his blood.”

They were close to fighting again and started shoving.

“Guys!  Guys!”  I shouted.  “This is foolish.  I don’t want this.  Maybe I should leave and wait for the test results at home.”
“No-no, let me prove to you my worth!” insisted Byron.

“I shall prove my worth,” said Dominique.  “A contest.  Swords!”

“No!  No swords!” I said.  “I don’t want anyone hurt!  What’s another thing rich guys do?”

After a brief lunch, I met the guys on the tennis court.  It wasn’t going to be very exciting, but at least they wouldn’t be stabbing one another.  Byron and Dominique both looked great in their tennis outfits.  It was hard for either one of them to look bad in anything, quite frankly.

I figured this would give them somewhere to vent their frustration where they wouldn’t be beating each other up.  I was, of course, completely wrong.  After a few serves back and forth, there was a close call and they both started cursing each other Byron insisting it was “out” while Dominique insisting it was “in”.  Dominique ended up throwing his racket at Byron and they two got into a fistfight at the net.

“You little shit!  I should beat you to death with your own racket!” shouted Byron.

“Ha!  I would like to see you try!  You can’t hit a tennis ball, I doubt that you could hit me,” taunted Dominique.

“Stop!  Stop!” I shouted.

Aaron came onto the tennis court with our drinks. 

“Aaron, please, can you have someone pull them apart?”
“Right away, Madame,” he replied.

He pulled forth a whistle from his uniform and blew it.  Two of the larger bodyguards came running onto the court and pulled the princes apart.  I walked in between them as they struggled.

“Stop guys!  Stop!” I insisted.  “New contest.  How about something less competitive.”

“Whatever you want, my dear,” said Byron trying to suck up.

“No competition?  What is the point?” said Dominique.  “Is it to protect Byron who would surely lose?”

“You son of a bitch,” said Byron, struggling against the thick arms of the bodyguards.

“Let’s try something different!” I shouted over the princes.  “How about a swimming contest?”

“Sure, if Byron is sober enough,” said Dominique.

“Meh,” said Byron, not really feeling the insult was any good. 

The guys got out of their tennis outfits and put on their swim trunks.  They looked even hotter.  Both were just head to toe muscles.  It was like watching two male models battle for my affection.  I didn’t want them to compete, but it seemed to be the only way to keep them from fighting.

Dominique dived into the pool and did several laps.  The water ran over his body and it was like watching a professional swim.  Then Byron got into the water.  He was good, but not as practiced as Dominique.  Still, Dominique had ruined the tennis match, so I decided to call it a tie and move on.

“A tie?!” said Dominique.  “What was my time?”

“I didn’t time it,” I said.  “I just watch and estimated.”

“That’s not the way to do it,” said Dominique.  “I swam on a team in college.  You’re supposed to time it.”

“Well that’s not very fair, is it?” I said.  “Wasn’t Byron good at tennis?  And you threw your racket, so I think it’s a tie now.”

“I’ve got a good contest,” said Byron.  “A drinking contest!”

“Ha!  That’s where you are wrong, my friend,” said Dominique.  “I am far better at drinking than you will ever be.”

“You did not go to Napa this time,” countered Byron.  “My liver is willing and waiting!”

“Choose your drink.  I shall drink more,” insisted Dominique.

“Kamikazes!”

“Bah!  Let’s drink tequila.  A man’s drink!”

“You guys could drink both,” I suggested.  “Let’s do the contest and flip back and forth.”

I didn’t’ want the boys to get hurt.  This way, I figure I could get them drunk and they’d end up passing out.  Hey, at least they wouldn’t get into a fist fight again.

The princes were exited, they both took a shower and got dressed.  These people dressed for everything, even childish games of “winning” me.  While I waited for them to come back to the bar at the pool, Aaron and some of the other servants show up with carts of goods.

“What is all this?” I asked.

“Madame, Crown Prince Byron has purchased several items for the baby.  Cribs, diapers, toys, maternity clothes, bottles---  Everything Madame will need for her new baby,” he explained.  “Shall I store this for Madame?”

“Wow, yes,” I said.  “Thanks Aaron.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said.

The manservant waved and another group of servants with carts entered, these also had cribs, toys, diapers, etc. for the baby.

“And these are from Crown Prince Dominique, Ms. Kelly,” explained Aaron.  “Shall I store these with the others?”

“Oh, my God, this is crazy,” I said.  “A quarter of this stuff won’t fit in my apartment!  Yes, put it in storage for me.  I’ll have to---  I guess I’ll come back for things when I need them.  Do you have a lot of storage here?”

“Tons, Madame,” assured Aaron.

The princes returned.  They looked ready for anything.  Each was smartly dressed in what I could only describe as club clothes. 

“Guys, you can stop trying to bribe me,” I said.  “That’s not even going to make a difference.  You’re both filthy rich.  I mean, I appreciate the gifts, but let’s not try and cloud the issue at this point.”

They both folded their arms and frowned in frustration.  The bartender by the pool finished prepping their kamikazes.  He placed the drinks in front of each of them.
“Cheers,” said Byron, looking Dominique in the eye.

“To your healthy, my friend,” said Dominique.

They both downed the drink in one smooth move.  Next up was the tequila.  The princes were drinking tequila that costs $10,000 a bottle and I desperately wished I could join them.  That shit must’ve been smooth as hell.  Doing the lime and the salt, they drank.  They repeated this pattern until both were sitting at the bar, wavering.

I began to realize, this was pointless.  I couldn’t just stay here and not have sex with them.  Even during this drinking contest, I found myself attracted to both of them.  The only solution was to leave.  I had to get out of my head and really think about this.  It wasn’t just about my life, but the life of my baby.

“Guys, stop,” I said.  “I’ve come to a decision.  I have to leave for a time.  I need to think.  I’m attracted to both of you, so it’s a bad idea to be here and think about this.  It’s like food shopping when you’re hungry.”

“No!” said Byron.  “Don’t leave.  We can work this out.”

Dominique nodded.

“Yeah, c’mon, don’t,” said Dominique.  “We need you here.  Here with us.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, crying.  “I have to go.  Please understand.  I care very much for both of you!”

I couldn’t take it anymore.  I ran from the pool area and headed back to my room intending to leave.