Triplets Make Five

What a pussy. I got on the phone with my agent and explained the whole mess. He laughed his ass off. “You’re not serious.”

“Just want to warn you about those two.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll be sure never to do business with Roger again.”

“Any word on that condo block you mentioned?”

“I got the plans this morning. Hang on. I’ll get the details for ya.” Rifling of papers muttered swearing.

Just then, my secretary Melissa strolled into the office. She set a stack of mail on my desk and sauntered out. I flipped the pile around to have a look while I waited for my agent to respond.

The first thing I noticed was a big white envelope on top with Brady Townsend written on the front in big loopy cursive writing. That’s funny. I never get mail with my name written like that, and I never get anything handwritten—ever. I turned it over.

A silver sticker with two matching wedding bells sealed the flap closed. Down at the bottom, one of those stick-on return address labels ready Mandy Lewis, 14 Rochester Avenue. What the fuck? I never heard of any Mandy Lewis, so what’s she doing sending me big fancy envelopes with wedding bells on the back?

The phone twanged in my ear. “Found it. The price went up to 15 million. Can you handle that?”

“Hey, listen, Jack,” I replied, “I’ll have to call you back.”

“Sure, buddy. We can always find you another condo to invest in.”

“It’s not about the price. The price is fine. Something just came up. I’ll call you back after lunch.”

“You bet.”

He hung up, and I put the phone down. I had another look at the envelope. Then I turned my phone off completely. I leaned back in my chair. This was gonna take a while.

I took a deep breath and ripped open the envelope. Once I read the invitation, everything made sense. The bride and groom’s parents requested the honor of my presence at the marriage of their son Charlie Adams to Mandy Lewis.

Charlie Adams was my best friend growing up. We were like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. We got into all kinds of mischief together, and we always got each other out of it and had each other’s backs. I would do anything for Charlie.

I didn’t know this Mandy Lewis from a hole in the ground, though. It was six or seven years since I laid eyes on Charlie, much less talked to him. What happened? I couldn’t even remember. We just sort of drifted apart over the years. I got into the big-time world of commercial real estate and he.... well, I don’t know what he got into. I guess he got into Mandy Lewis.

The thought of Charlie made my mind wander to his younger sister Victoria. I never gave her the time of day the whole time I was growing up with Charlie. Then, all of a sudden, one day in junior year of high school, wham! She hit me like a ton of bricks. Fuck, she got hot.

I couldn’t keep from drooling every time she walked into the room. The subtle blush on her cheeks when she caught me staring at her, the gentle sway of her curvy ass. I was getting hard just thinking about her.

Charlie never found out we had a hot fling in high school. It lasted until freshman year of college. Fuck, she was amazing back then. Was she just as tasty now?

Her blonde hair curled over her shoulders. Her green eyes sparkled under her long eyelashes. She never got any taller than 5’4”, but she kept putting on the womanhood long after she stopped growing. She just got more and more unstoppably hot the older she got.

She couldn’t get rid of those curves no matter how much she worked out. Her hips curved around her big beautiful ass with a chest to match. A guy could get lost in those magical tits. I could lay my cheek against them and listen to her heartbeat. She would sigh and cuddle me close, and her body seethed with inner energy.

She could sling the sass around, too. She never took my stupid jokes lying down. She shot her mouth off and put me in my place. I always liked that in a woman.

I was never one for weddings, but if Victoria were there, I would be in. Hell, she would probably be in the wedding party. She’d be wearing a nice, close-fitting gown that showed off her assets. Victoria Adams. I couldn’t wait to see her again.

I couldn’t wait to get her under me again.

2

Victoria

“I’m so happy for you, Charlie.”

I could just hear the big, sloppy grin on his face. “I just wanted to make sure you got the invite. I couldn’t get married without my little sister there.”

I twirled the big envelope between my fingers. I didn’t tell him I hadn’t opened it yet. What was the point when I already knew the details? “I got it. Mandy already asked me to be one of her bridesmaids.”