To say that night at the Triple Crown Club changed everything would be an understatement. Actually, it’d be like saying chocolate is “good” or that the mind-blowing sex I’d had with my three princes had been “all right.”

But that night changed everything I knew — about myself, about love, about what it means to feel that way about someone, or multiple someones. From the outside looking in, I’m sure it looked tawdry, or dirty, or even pornographic. I mean, the image of three men with one woman usually brings up these images of some kind of gross, filthy porno, not romance.

But there in that room in the Club, romance is what I found.

Threefold.

I spent the night at Luke’s palace that night, along with Victor and Micah of course. And of course, once we go there, we did what we’d done in that room again.

…And again, and again, and again.

We switched things up. At first, it was just me and Victor — me riding him slowly and making it just about the two of us while Luke and Micah watched, slowly stroking themselves, but keeping their distance. I came with him, biting his shoulder and feeling his hard body tense under me as he pumped me full of his seed.

Micah took me next, laying me out across the bed and sliding in where his friend had just been — heedless of the cum already leaking out of me, which was so damn hot that I came within minutes of him entering me. He fucked me slowly, building it up and up until I climaxed all over again just as he emptied his balls deep inside of me, mixing it with Victor’s.

Luke took me on my hands and knees, slowly easing his cock into my asshole and fucking me slow and deep. He rolled his fingers on my clit until I came one last time just as he exploded inside of me, pumping my ass full of his cum.

After that, we slept for almost fourteen hours.

And after that?

Well, after that, we did it all over again.

* * *

I glanced in the mirror one last time, tucking a strand of hair behind my ears and making sure my lipstick wasn’t smudged.

Hey, a girl’s gotta look good for date night, right? Even if “date night” involved dinner with the three most powerful men in three kingdoms, at arguably the most exclusive restaurant in the all three of those kingdoms.

I frowned at the empty apartment and pulled my phone out, shooting a quick text to Emma.

Emma had been gone from the apartment since the night of my Club date. She claimed it was because she was buried at work at the newspaper, but I worried a little that falling into whatever this was with my three princes was straining our friendship.

There it was. I mean, I wasn’t sure how much of it I was going to share, but I couldn’t keep all of this inside forever. And Emma was my best friend.

I sighed.

Good. Happy face emojis were a good sign.

I fired off a quick text to Anya, who I’d also been dying to catch up with since that night.

We’d texted briefly the day after that night we’d bumped into each other at the club, but only because I’d sent her something close to two hundred texts demanding to know if she was okay.

She was, of course. But still vague about whatever had been going on with her that night.

I glanced at my phone. No response from my cousin. I decided to call her repeatedly later until she answered. But for now, it was time for my date.

It was a gorgeous evening, so I decided to wait outside in the park across from our building for the town car Luke was sending. I grinned to myself as I found a bench, closing my eyes and letting my hair blow in the gentle wind as I thought about what was going on in my life.

This was, without a doubt, crazy. But it was the good kind of crazy. The insane, toe-curling, can’t-wait-to-see-what-happens-next kind of crazy.

And I really couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

“You know, I always knew you were a whore.”

I gasped, yanked from my daydreaming by the sound of Dan’s voice. I recoiled, jerking away from where he’d just sat down on the bench next to me, and I started to get up, when his hand grabbed my wrist.

“Sit,” he growled.

“Fuck you, Dan,” I spit. “Let go of me.”

“Or what?” He grinned wickedly.

“My boyfriend will be here soon.”

I swallowed thickly, an icy chill creeping down my back.

“Oh, your boyfriend, huh?” There was an unsettling look in Dan’s eyes.

“You do mean boy-friends, right?”

I froze.

Dan just grinned wider, seeing the look on my face.

“The same boyfriends who the rest of us have to call

Your Highnesses, right?”

Oh God…

Dan reached into his pocket, and I watched in haze, like in a horrible dream, as he slowly pulled a phone out. He thumbed it open and clicked on videos, and my whole body froze.

“You know, you boyfriends might want to invest in some better security for their little get-togethers. I mean shit, they’ve got the money.”

Dan started to push play, but I stopped him, shoving the phone away and sucking in breaths of air.

“Such a whore,” He spat. “I mean three guys, Julia?”

I wanted to melt into the ground and disappear. And it wasn’t because he was making me feel bad for what I’d done — I didn’t, and I knew that even if he was making it seem so tawdry, what I had with Victor, Luke, and Micah was so much more real than that.

But it was that he was making me feel so exposed. That video exposed me, and worse, all of them. If it got out — Jesus, I mean I’d be in trouble, and probably dragged all over the tabloids and social media. But to them?

To my three men, it’d be the end of everything. A scandal like this would destroy them.

“You know, this is great stuff, Jules,” Dan said, his little laugh sending knife stabs through me. “Fuck, I could sell this for a goddamn fortune, you know.”

I shriveled, feeling cold and broken.

“What do you want?” I said quietly.

Dan grinned. “I want you to come with me.”

I jerked my head up. “Excuse me? Not a chance.”

“No?” He shrugged. “Well, then maybe this little home video gets sold to a porno company.” He turned his wicked gaze on me.

“You don’t want this getting out, Jules,” he said flatly. “For you, and definitely not for them.”

I shook my head, looking away so he wouldn’t see the tears threatening to spill.

“I’m parked over there,” he growled, standing. “Let’s go.”

My date, my beautiful night with my three princes — I knew I had to walk away from it. I hated Dan with everything I had, but I knew if I didn’t leave right then with him, he was crazy and asshole enough to do as he’d threatened.

And I couldn’t let that video out. Me, it would hurt, but that I could get over. For them though, the scandal would be fatal. I knew enough about the political climate of the three kingdoms to know that each country’s senate houses were itching for reasons to get rid of the monarchy entirely.

That video would be the end for all three of my men.

And I couldn’t let that happen. No matter what it meant for me.

“Let’s go, now,” Dan hissed.

I looked over at my building, watching with dismay as the black town car came to a stop out front.

I turned my back on it, and them, and the night I had planned, and the future I’d dared to hope for.

“Fine,” I spat at Dan. “Let’s go.”