Kara
I have to admit it, my head is fucking spinning. Falling flat on my face earlier―combined with Ryan filling my mind with his toxic fucking bullshit―is enough to nearly make my brain explode.
I’m tempted to have a drink—or an entire fucking pizza. But to face Chase and Eric, I need to be composed, not sloshed.
Because one thing is for fucking sure, if I start with one drink—or one greasy slice right now—I won’t stop.
For some reason, the drive to the hotel seems to take extra fucking long. Is the driver fucking lost, or am I just too impatient to function right now?
Take a deep breath Kara, I tell myself and do just that.
The words Ryan spat at me swirl round and round my head like bees in a fucking bottle.
Of course I didn’t want Ryan to see it, but he’s got me rattled. What if there is some fucking truth to all the shit he said? What if there are really hundreds of horny sex-crazed women after my two men?
My men. Fuck.
I might not even need a drink to be under the influence. I’ve been guzzling as much Protein Plus shakes as I’ve wanted over the last few months—and I’ve wanted a whole fucking lot.
Am I under the spell of their magic fucking cum, too? I shake my head.
This is one fucking screwed up mess if Ryan is telling me the truth.
I clutch onto the life-saving thought Ryan was only fucking motivated by getting me back. He finally saw the light and realized what a fucking treasure he lost when he booted me out of his life two years ago. Maybe the only way he knows how to get me back is by spreading untruths about the two men I’ve fallen for.
I can only hope.
Finally, the limo comes to a stop. I practically leap out of it and run through the lobby. I need to hear it from their fucking lips. I need to hear them tell me it’s all fucking right.
In my hurry to get to the room, I bump into a good looking young man who catches me just as I stumble because of our fucking impact.
“Sorry,” I mumble and keep going. There’s definite lust in his eyes and his hands held onto me a bit longer than necessary.
If Chase and Eric had been here, they would’ve beaten the shit out of this guy for getting so handsy with me. But they’re not here—and I don’t fucking care. I’m on a fucking mission, and nothing or nobody is going to get in my way.
I see them as soon as I burst through the door.
“Hey, babe,” Eric smiles and comes toward me.
“How was it?” Chase is close on his heels.
“Is it true? Fucking tell me!” I yell. I’m breathing harder than if I’d just bench-pressed fifty reps of my max weight. “Your fucking protein shakes. Are they really fucking with women’s heads? Are they fucking with mine?”
The second I see the glances they exchange, my heart drops right into my fucking little toe.
They knew. All this time, they fucking knew.
“Is what true?” asks Chase, which makes me feel worse.
“Don’t treat me as if I’m a fucking dumb bimbo. You know what I’m talking about.” I’m so angry I feel like punching someone, maybe even punching one or both of them.
How could they betray me like this? I mean, I fucking trusted them.
“It’s a possible minor side effect,” Eric admits. “We’ve got our people on it right now—and obviously as soon as we realized it might be happening, we pulled the line.”
“Minor side effect? You call getting women all horny and lusting after you a minor side effect? You’ve got be fucking kidding me,” I scream at them and look around. I need to throw something. I need to grab something and rip it to shreds.
Fuck. I need to do something—anything—to let off steam right now.
I glare at the two of them. They haven’t shifted at all in their body language, but guilt is written all over their fucking faces.
My face is burning with shame.
So Ryan was fucking right. I’ve been brainwashed. I can’t fucking believe it.
“Look, babe,” starts Eric, but when I glare at him, he stops.
“Don’t fucking babe me!” I yell. “You should’ve told me. How long have you known? I mean, like, Christ, guys! How could you?”
Anger turns to shame, to frustration, to fury, to resentment and a hundred other fucking emotions I can’t all work out right now.
“Calm down, Kara,” Chase chimes in and takes a step toward me. “We’ve only known for a few days. We’ve been looking for the right time to tell you, but—”
“Oh, and that makes it alright does it? You fucking took advantage of me.” My voice is getting more and more high pitched as I’m bordering on hysteria. I know I need to get a fucking grip, but I just can’t get my head around what’s been going on.
Maybe I would’ve taken the news better if anyone other than Ryan had delivered it. If Chase and Eric would’ve just come clean with me, I wouldn’t feel so stupid and betrayed right now.
Fucking Ryan. He must have been fucking foaming at the mouth to come and spill the beans on what he knew.
“Kara,” Eric clears his throat. “We did try and tell you. Several fucking times, in fact.”
I glower at him, hands on my hips. “You never told me about any fucking side effect―minor or otherwise. Never,” I stop. I bite my bottom lip.
Finally, I’ve had enough, and the rage is boiling over. I march past them and head for the lounge. I grab the cushions and throw them with all the power I can muster at their fucking attractive heads.
From there, I march to the little kitchenette. I randomly open drawers and cupboards. Cutlery, pots and pans all bite the dust. The clanging and banging they make as they land on the tiled floor a reflection of my inner fucking turmoil.
Just as I reach for a bunch of plates, strong hands grab me from behind, and another set holds my hands so I can’t throw the porcelain.
Tears of anger are rolling down my cheek. I feel Chase pick me up, and I start kicking. With any luck, I might even get him in his sexy, traitorous balls.
“Kara,” he says and carries me away from the zone of destruction. “Listen to us. We know it was wrong to keep you in the dark, but you need to fucking listen for a sec.”
His arms around my body produce an instant fucking response. Wet. I’m getting fucking wet for him, even now!
Calculating little shit.
“Put me down,” I hiss and spit.
“Only if you promise to listen.”
I squirm and make things only worse. My body moving against his tight grip sends ripples of pleasure through me. I can’t fucking stay angry if I’m getting horny.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll have to restrain you until you do.”
Fucking bastard has me exactly where he fucking wants me.
“Okay,” I mumble and stop struggling.
“I can’t hear you,” says Eric.
“Okay,” I reply loud and clear. “I’ll listen.”
“Look.” Eric is now standing in front of me, and I try to move away from both of them. Knowing the side effect makes me feel as if I’m even hornier than I ever have been.
“It’s been fucking crazy, with the pageant and training you, and success of the product,” Chase says.
I fold my arms in front of me and try to slow my breathing.
“We didn’t want to rattle you before the contest,” Eric adds.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but we only had your best interest at heart, babe. I mean, we think you’re fucking awesome and deserve all the success you can get,” Chase says.
“We were wrong not to tell you right away, and we’re sorry. Of course, there were a couple of times we tried to tell you, but…”
Eric and Chase share a look.
“You kind of launched yourself at us every time we tried,” Chase finishes.
I have to admit they both have those kind of puppy dog eyes, the ones where the puppy looks at you knowing he’s done something wrong but desperate to reassure you he didn’t mean it and will be better next time.
I feel something stir deep in my memory. Yes, maybe there had been times when they had tried to talk to me…and I have been pretty much throwing myself at them every chance I can get…but whose fault is that?
Brainwashed by billionaire cum. I shake my head. I should have fucking known those shakes tasted too good to be true.
“Okay,” I grumble and am not quite sure what to do or say now. “It’s just I’ve been so horny for both of you.”
“If you want us to go, we’ll go,” Chase says quietly, and I feel both their eyes on me.
I bite my bottom lip. Now I feel like bawling my fucking eyes out.
“I don’t fucking know,” I wail. “What if I’ve only been attracted to the two of you because of the fucking shakes?”
There, I said it. I’d spoken out loud what occurred to me before.
“Only one way to find out,” Eric says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I stare them both down with tears in my eyes. I’ve never been so fucking happy with two men in my life. Actually, I’ve never been so fucking happy ever.
Maybe I shouldn’t count my chickens before they hatch, or whatever the fucking saying is. Instead of jumping to conclusions and throwing away everything I’ve just earned in the last few months, I need to make an informed decision and not simply throw in the towel on a whim.
“Okay,” I turn to both of them. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I’ll go off the protein shakes, and see if I feel…different about the two of you. And I’ll keep competing. I just…I want so fucking badly for this to be real. Not just cum-flavored brainwashing…I need to know that what we have is real.”
I recall the first time I saw them. I was instantly attracted to them, and hey, back then I hadn’t been on any fucking shake. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all.
Eric and Chase approach me, but they leave it up to me to close the gap.
I open my arms and embrace them both.
“From here on out, Kara…whatever happens, we’re going to take care of you,” Eric reassures me.
“Protein shakes or no,” Chase adds, “you’re still our girl.”
I still like the sound of that—their girl.
I just hope it lasts.
I really, really hope it lasts.