SARAH Hey, Siri. How do I make sure a sly bitch never uses her right hand again? I have never been one to wish ill on a woman. I’m a girl’s girl through and through. Yet, somehow, every woman I’ve come across wants a piece of what’s mine. Mine. First, it was Aaron and all the girls at my office. Now, it’s my boyfriends and all the girls in theirs. Am I ever going to have someone everyone else doesn’t want? I know it’s a testimony to my great taste—with Aaron being the exception—but it doesn’t mean I haven’t had enough. Malachi steps away from Lilith when he sees me. His irritation is still very obvious on his face, not even my sudden presence changes it. I suck in a deep breath, allowing the tension in my shoulders to loosen as I push the door open and step into the office. The lady rolls her eyes on seeing me. Rude. However, I was raised to be polite. So, I plaster a friendly smile on my face as I walk towards them. Malachi meets me halfway, and his hands curl around the small of my back. He brings me into his arms, into his dangerously delicious scent—how does he always smell so edible?—and I let him. I let his warm lips plant a kiss on my forehead and my lips thin into a wider smile. “Hey baby.” His voice is gentle as he strokes my chin. He pays no heed to the woman staring daggers at us. I can reprimand him later. For now, I have the crippling urge to show this woman who he belongs to. Hell! I’ll stamp my name on all their faces if I need to. I lower my gaze, then peek up at him through my lashes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt…” “Shhh.” He places his index finger on my lips. “There was nothing to interrupt. Lilith here was being very silly.” He pauses and looks up at her. Her face is red, perhaps from a mix of anger and embarrassment. It’s hard to tell which it is from the look in her eyes. I stare at her, drinking her in as much as I can. From the cleavage that almost jumps from her shirt, to the length of her skirt that leave little to nothing for the imagination. My lips purse into a frown. “Do all your workers dress like sluts?” Her brows furrow as she snarls at me. “Excuse me?” I don’t flinch. “You heard me.” Her lips part open, as if to speak. Nothing but air leaves her mouth. She turns to Malachi, urging him to say something. My man remains quiet. Only then does she scoff and storm towards me…us. “Are you really going to let her talk to me like that?” She throws the question at Malachi. It’s hard to deny how fast my heart is racing. How far did I go? She was with them that night at the restaurant. They had told me their meeting was for work. If she was someone they needed, had I ruined their work relationship? The last thing I want to be is the girlfriend who swoops in and tries to control everything and everyone with her raging jealousy. My hands clench into fists. Malachi hisses softly as he shakes his head. He seems more amused than angry. “To be fair, we have complained about your dressing severally, Lilith. It’s quite…” he stops speaking, letting the words roll in his mind. I know Malachi enough to know that he’s searching for the nicest word to use. “Provocative.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. The look on her face is nothing short of comical. Her eyes are wide, with flared nostrils and pursed lips. It’s even better when her eyes slowly become wet, and she blinks rapidly, fighting back her tears. Malachi, on the other hand, decides he’s not done yet. “There will be another formal complaint documented against your dressing, Lilith. You’re being spared from a query because of our…good working relationship. I suggest you do not test our patience any further. Try to be a little bit more decent next time, okay? Say, a longer skirt? Maybe button up properly?” She scoffs bitterly, a single tear runs down her right eye. Luckily, she’s wearing waterproof mascara from the looks of it. “Fine.” She mutters through her teeth, turns on her heels, and stomps out of the office, banging the glass door behind her so hard, it rattles. “Uh—oh. Someone’s mad. I wonder…” the rest of my words vanish into thin air as Malachi strangles them by stealing my lips, sealing them with his. My eyes grow wide with shock, but when his right hand curves at the back of my neck, and his left squeezes my ass cheek very gently, I melt into his hold. My lips part for him, welcoming his tongue into my mouth as I greet him with mine. He moans in my mouth, leaning over and reaching for the hem of my dress. His fingers trail up the skin of my legs, and I shiver against his hold. “God. I’ve missed you.” His words are accompanied by a breathless whisper, and I smile. “And that’s the reason you’re planning to undress me while everyone on your floor is watching?” Realization flashes in those grey eyes as he steps backwards. “Shit.” His hands slide into the side pockets of his suit pants. He does it in a slow, hesitant motion, as though it’s the only way he’ll be able to keep his hands off me. I stifle a laugh and look away from him. “I invited Ronan and Jaxon out for brunch. I thought I should…are these roses for me?” I cover my mouth with both hands to stop myself from screaming from excitement. I saunter over to the lounge chair, but not without making sure my hips sway with every step I take in my stiletto heels. I know his eyes are on me. “They are.” His warm breath fans the back of my neck as he speaks, and I almost jump from the shock. When did he get behind me? “I was worried you wouldn’t like them.” “What?” I turn around to look at him. “Why?” A thoughtful look flashes in his eyes before he shakes his head. “Nothing,” he says, then smiles. “Just a hunch.” I stand on the tip of my toes, planting a kiss on his right cheek.“Well, you were wrong.” His orbs sparkle with a smile, a smile that comes from relief. I cannot understand, but I don’t question it further. All I do is stroke his bearded chin over and over again, unable to look away from him, until Ronan’s voice snaps me out of my reverie. “Having fun without us?” I turn slowly. I can already feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I meet Ronan and Jaxon’s gazes respectively. I’m surprised to see Jaxon. I called while on my way here, and he told me he was busy when he picked up. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “I dropped everything for you, my love.” His hands wrap around me as he lifts me from the ground. I’m a blushing mess as he spins me around so quickly, I can barely afford to keep my head straight. Jaxon carefully places my feet on the ground, pressing kisses all over my face at once. My laughter echoes in my room before I pull him by the collar of shirt to kiss him passionately. A firm hand seizes my wrist and breaks our kiss. Words are not enough to explain how hard I almost laughed when I turned, only to find Ronan staring at me with a glaring jealousy in his eyes. “My turn.” I chuckle lightly. “Of course.” He picks my left leg up and holds it up to his waist when he kisses me. It’s quick, ravaging, hungry, and leaves me feeling dizzier than Jaxon’s spin. But I won’t have it any other way. Here and happy with the three of them is the only place I want to be. “Now that you’ve all gotten a taste of me, can we please go to brunch? I booked the reservation for 1pm, and I do hope you three are starving as much as I am.” “You bet.” Jaxon replies, and Ronan shakes his head, a faint smile plastered on his face as we walk out of Malachi’s office. The brothers insist I take their car, even though I came in mine. I mean, if three hot billionaires offer me a ride, who am I to resist? Once we’re in the car, and I’m seated between Ronan and Jaxon, I place my right hand on Jaxon’s thigh and my head on Ronan’s shoulder. There’s a safety that comes when I’m around them. The rest of the world could be burning, but I wouldn’t be harmed as long as they’re next to me. It’s all a girl could ever ask for.“Baby.” “Hmmm?” I look up at Ronan. “Your phone.” He replies. It’s at that moment I feel my purse vibrating on my thighs. I thank him with a smile and reach for it. It’s probably Luke. I did leave some things unfinished at the office to… My breath catches at the caller ID in bold letters. PRIVATE NUMBER. My heart sinks to the bottom of my stomach. God. Not again.