Boss’s office door clicks shut. Locked. Printer whirs outside. Mouse clicks echo in the open space. Coffee stench mixes with my perfume—sweet, musky. Heart pounds. Too much booze from the team party. Lost control. Right in front of them.
Romain glares. Cold. Alex slouches by the desk. Face tight. I love them both. Fierce. Equal fire. But he’s done playing. Hierarchy crumbles here. My pussy throbs from ten minutes ago—his cock slamming me bent over files while Alex watched, stroking himself. Adrenaline rush. Risk of janitor knocking.
The Mounting Tension
“Fun’s over,” Romain snaps. Voice ice. “Not doing this threesome shit.”
Tears sting. I wipe them. “You’re bailing?”
“Take it how you want.”
“You don’t love me anymore?”
“Never like that. You know. Alex too.” He eyes him hard.
“But ten minutes ago… your dick deep in me…”
“Booze talking. I’m crashing. Judgment fucked.”
“No! Don’t leave like this!” Panic rises. Skirt hiked, thighs sticky.
“Need clear head.” He grabs keys.
Alex mutters, “What judgment?”
“My decision.” Romain’s eyes burn.
I jolt. “To dump me?!”
“Tomorrow. Sober.” He storms out. Alex nods awkwardly. Smiles weak. Elevator dings distant. Heart sinks. Why bond with Alex? Could’ve fought for Romain solo. But no.
Next morning. His office again. I arrive tense. Alex drags behind, face closed. Door shuts. Smell of fresh coffee. Printer hums.
“Last time we meet.” Boom. Words hit.
I collapse into chair. Legs shake. Alex freezes, statue-still.
“No, Romain! Say you don’t love me!”
He locks eyes. “I love you.”
Tears flow. “Then… what?”
“Alex, fridge has drinks.” Romain nods to corner.
“Yeah, need one.” Alex shuffles off.
“Won’t say I don’t love you. True. But can’t go on.” Romain’s voice cracks.
“Alex, wait—”
The Explosive Climax
“No. You’re in this.” Romain turns to him. “She’s yours. Only yours. Win or I lose, doesn’t matter.”
Stomach twists. His words gut me. Done begging.
“If I was asshole, I’d make you choose. But no. I’m out.”
“Romain, I—”
He yells. “This is bullshit!”
I crumble. Sobs rack. Alex comforts, arm around. Why? He’s free now.
“What am I without you?”
“Too far. Keep it up, Alex bolts.”
“I love you both! Sincere!”
Alex growls. “That’s the fucking problem.”
Romain calm. “Solved.”
“What about you?”
“Not your business. Forgetting you fast. Then… alone.”
“Back with Rachel?”
Alex snaps. “Shut it, Camille!”
“No. Staying single. See my kid sometimes. Now go.”
Alex grabs my arm. Tears stream. Eyes on Romain. Elevator waits. Awkward as hell. He’s embarrassed now.
“No hard feelings, kid. Great times. But ends. Good luck.” Door shuts. Heart rips.
Sunday. Home. Sun shines. Birds chirp. Light skirt sways. Sheer blouse clings. Necklace heart dangles—Romain’s gift. Hidden love.
Kids munch breakfast. Alex descends. Kiss deep. Arms wrap.
“Darling… kids… big news!”
His eyes light. “For us?”
“I’m pregnant!”