Diamond, lingerie, and handcuffs

SARAH 

It’s been two days since I called the HawkThorne brothers and swore never to do it again. 

I return home on a Wednesday evening, expecting to find Aaron with one of his many sluts. I’m surprised to see him watching TV on the couch when I walk in. 

He pauses his show and turns to look at me. 

 I ignore him and head up the stairs hoping he won’t follow me. I hadn’t said a total of 20 words to him since the open marriage incident. 

As usual, Aaron doesn’t take the hint. 

“You’re not going to walk away from me, Sarah.” 

Oh? But I already am. 

I find my way to the guest room at the distal end of the hall, but Aaron quickly stands in my way. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” He asks, leering at me.

“What does it look like? I need to sleep.” 

“We’re still a married couple, Sarah. We would sleep in the same bed.” 

A bitter chuckle escapes my lips. 

“You want to be in the same bed with a half baked slut?” I have found solace in the guest room where I can be far away from him. Yet, he won’t let me have it. 

His nostrils twitch. I shake my head still laughing, and turn my back to him. I wonder why people like to dish out things they know they can’t take. Is his little ego shattered? He didn’t even get to see what the HawkThorne brothers did to me all those nights ago and he’s losing his mind. Yet, he brings his filthy whores to our matrimonial home. 

I make my way to our bedroom and take a shower. After that, I throw on my favorite pair of pink silk pyjamas, and keep my feet warm in white slippers. 

I’m in the study downstairs when I hear the doorbell ring. Aaron is watching TV so I know he wouldn’t stand up to get it. I look up from my laptop screen to the wall clock above the door. 

It’s 8pm. I’m not expecting anyone. I also didn’t order any food because I had takeouts at the office before coming home. So who could it be? 

I make my way to the front door and peep through the security hole to find a delivery man. 

I turn to Aaron. 

“Did you order anything?” 

“Fuck off, Sarah.” 

Well, I guess the answer is no. 

I open the door and smile curtly. 

“Hi, good evening.” 

“Good evening ma’am. Sarah Wellspring?” 

I blink. 

“Yes, that’s me.” 

He hands me a big black gift box adorned with a pink ribbon tied into a cute bow tie. I barely get the chance to take it in before he hands me a paper to sign. 

Who is this from? Did Kevin send a gift to me without informing me? My birthday wasn’t for another seven months. 

I take the box into my study, and slowly unbox as I’m seated. In the box sits a pretty pink jewelry box. I narrow my eyes on it as I cautiously open it. 

My eyes catch the sparkle of the heart shaped diamond stones before anything else. 

“Oh my goodness.” I gasp, covering my mouth with my palm. 

It’s a beautiful Diamond choker with heart shaped stones all over it. I don’t even want to imagine how many karats? 

Did Kevin send me this to make me feel better? Why didn’t he tell me? 

There’s no card from him either. 

I pick up my phone to call my brother, but a text pops up on my screen.

  

RONAN HAWKTHORNE: 

Did you like your gift, kitten? 

My eyes widen on their own accord. How on earth did he get…oh. He must have saved it when I called him. 

SARAH WELLSPRING: 

Who are you? Why did you get me this? 

RONAN HAWKTHORNE: 

Who am I? Come on, sweet girl. You know better than that. Wear the choker, Sarah. I’ll know if you don’t. 

I roll my eyes. He must be out of his mind if he thinks this is going to work on me, because it wouldn’t. 

Right. 

But why are my nipples suddenly so painfully hard? 

I drop my phone and push the box away. To hell with his Diamond choker. Nothing was taking me back to their bed. 

The doorbell rings for the second time, and I’m tempted to send him a voice note telling him to piss off. How the fuck did he even know where I live? 

This time, it’s a black lingerie in a red box. It’s so flimsy it can be torn apart with a mere snap. A thong that would  barely fit my ass, and a matching bra.

This time, it has a note addressed to me from MALACHI. 

Heavens. Did these men ever give up? 

“Let’s see how long you can keep the panties dry.”

I swallow hard. Even in the air conditioned room, the warmth between my legs intensifies. I’m torn between being alarmed that they got my house address without being given, and turned on by how powerful they had to be to be able to get it. 

Gosh. Sweat trickles down my forehead, and I fall in my study chair. 

I put the box with the lingerie away, just like I did with the Diamond choker. That should be all for the night, right? 

I can fight this. I can fight my desire for them until they grow tired and leave me alone. 

A third delivery comes in less than twenty minutes. This time, I find handcuffs in the box. My jaw all but drops to the ground. Are they crazy? What would Kevin say if he knew? What would the world say if they knew they were trying to fuck the same woman, worse still, their best friends little sister?! 

The sound of my ringtone cuts me from my trail of thoughts. I look down at the screen to find an unknown number calling me. I know I shouldn’t pick. It’s definitely one of the HawkThornes, or even all three of them. But I can’t resist because deep down, no matter how I try to deny it, I want them too. 

What harm could a simple phone call do? 

It’s not like they’re here to fuck me, right? 

I plug my AirPods into my ears and answer the call. 

“Smart choice with the AirPods, kitten.

” Jaxon’s voice fills my ears. 

Wait. What? I sit up immediately. 

How does he know I did that? Is he watching me?