“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.