Page 50 of Leave Me Broken

“Thank you.”

Her eyes fall to Payson by my side and all the excitement and sultriness she was wearing for me and Luca is replaced with annoyance. “Including yours. You are released to go change now.”

“Actually . . .” I cut off anyone who might have spoken next. “She can keep it on. I purchased it for her.”

Chanel gapes, shooting a look between us for several seconds. “Are you two related?”

Payson blurts out an obnoxious laugh, mine and Luca’s is more of a subtle chuckle. “No, not related. Just her coach.” And her boyfriend, the guy that took her virginity, and the man who, one day, she will share a name with.

Chanel’s face fills with disbelief. “Mhm. Well, I wanted to ask you two”—she points her manicured finger between Luca and me—“something, but it’s not kid appropriate.”

Please, this kid has seen more in her life than most twice her age. And she takes my dick better than anyone.

“Go ahead. I’m not a kid and my coach is my ride.” I pick up on the way she emphasizes coach and ride like there are multiple meanings to both.

“Very well.” She steps closer to Luca but reaches out and brushes my arm. “I was wondering what you were doing after.” She flutters her eyes. “Both of you.”

18

Payson

I hate her. Oh, I hate her so much. Who on earth asks two people in the middle of a fashion show they met less than a few hours ago if they want to have a freaking threesome? Okay, maybe the show is over and technically she warned me, but still! Neither of them gave off the impression they would be interested in that—at least I didn’t see it. There’s that green monster threatening to ruin my thoughts once again.

Is it possible they made her believe they wanted a three-way with her? He didn’t seem the slightest bit interested when I was around but how can he not be? She’s perfect for him.

She obviously doesn’t know how big Ash is because there’s no way you are taking a whole other dick with what’s in his pants; I suspect that Luca isn’t lacking either. I cannot imagine trying to take both of these men. I don’t hate the idea, though. I really can’t even blame her for trying—but I still hate her.

“I beg your pardon?” Ash asks.

“I think you heard me. It’s not my first rodeo and I’m sure you two have tried it before. I promise to make it worth your while.”

She runs her slim hand down Ash’s arm. I let out a breath of relief when he pulls away almost instantly and glances at me with a frown. I can’t read what he’s thinking but it feels like disappointment. I’m not sure about what though.

“No, thank you,” Ash tells her firmly, in the tone I know leaves no room for argument. Of course she doesn’t know that so she does her best to persuade him. If I wasn’t so lost in my own thoughts, I would probably laugh at her pathetic attempt to seduce my boyfriend after seeing how uninterested he obviously is.

“Come on,” Chanel singsongs in a whiny voice. “You boys have done three-ways before, I assume?”

That’s something I never thought about. Sure, I’ve pictured it a time or two, but I never actually considered the possibility of it being a reality.

Luca butts in, saving Ash from the spotlight of Chanel’s begging. “Back in the day. When we were young.” He laughs easily. “Not so much these days.”

My mouth drops open.

“Too bad,” Chanel purrs raking her greedy eyes down both their bodies. They just have to look like irresistible Mafia men tonight. “What about just one of you, then?”

She is insufferable. Persistent too, I have to give her that much. Luca takes her up on the offer, slapping Ash’s shoulder and winking to us like he’s doing us a favor.

Chanel does one of those wannabe-cute giggles. Before she turns, she looks over my outfit again. “Enjoy your dress. Will look cute for homecoming, I’m sure.”

I hate that she is talking to me like I’m dirt on her shoe.

Ash wraps a hand around my waist. I jolt and quickly look around for anyone that might see us but the rest of the room seems distracted. Still, he shouldn’t—

“She won’t be wearing it to homecoming because it’s probably not going to last the night.”

Oh, my word.

“W-what?” She gasps. Luca drags a hand down his face.