LOGINISABELThey arrive separately.Ares first, at 6:55 PM, punctual as always. He kisses me at the door, warm and sweet, completely unaware of what's coming."You sounded serious in your text," he says, studying my face. "What's going on?""Let's wait until everyone's here.""Everyone?" His eyebrows raise. "I thought it was just the three of us."Before I can answer, there's another knock.Marco, exactly at seven PM. He nods to Ares, then turns to me with those intense grey eyes."What's this about, Isabel?""Just... wait. Please."The final knock comes at 7:02.I open the door to find Harvey standing there, his expression carefully controlled.Behind me, I hear Ares's sharp intake of breath."Harvey?" Marco's voice is confused. "What are you doing here?"Harvey walks in, his ice-blue eyes meeting mine briefly before turning to face his best friends.The tension in my living room is immediate and suffocating.Three men. Three best friends and business partners. All standing in my apartmen
ISABELI wake to warmth, not just the comfortable warmth of blankets, but the solid heat of another body wrapped around mine.Harvey's arms are around me, his large frame curled protectively behind me, one hand splayed possessively across my stomach.It's surprisingly tender for someone who projects such cold control to the world.I lie still for a moment, processing.Harvey Smith, the ice king, the stalker, and the third partner who barely acknowledged my existence is in my bed and holding me like I'm something precious.The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room.I shift slightly to look at him.In sleep, his face is softer. The usual sharp edges smoothed by unconsciousness. His dark hair is tousled, falling across his forehead in a way that makes him look younger and almost vulnerable.He's beautiful in a dangerous way. All hard lines and controlled strength, even in sleep.As if sensing my gaze, his eyes open.Immediately alert, no groggin
ISABELHarvey's mouth crashes into mine with weeks of pent-up hunger. No gentleness, no hesitation just raw, desperate claiming.His hands are everywhere, in my hair, yanking my head back. On my waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. Sliding under my tank top, claiming skin with possessive touches."I've thought about this," he growls against my neck, his teeth scraping sensitive skin. "Every night. Every fucking night since that alley."He pulls my tank top off in one swift movement, tossing it aside.Then his mouth is on my breast, sucking, biting, and marking.I gasp, my hands fisting in his hair."Harvey—""I'm going to make you forget them," he promises, his voice rough. "Make you forget everything except my name."His hand slides into my silk shorts, finding me already soaked."So wet," he observes with dark satisfaction. "Is this for me? Or are you thinking about them?""You," I gasp as his fingers slide inside me. "God, only you right now.""Good answer."He works me with brut
HARVEYI'm in my office reviewing contracts when I hear their voices in the hallway.Ares and Marco. Talking quietly but not quietly enough."—started last night," Ares is saying. "Officially.""How does it feel?" Marco asks."Strange. Good. Better than I expected, honestly."I freeze, my pen hovering over the contract."The jealousy isn't as bad as I thought it would be," Marco admits. "Knowing she's with you last night. I thought it would eat me alive but mostly I just feel... relieved. That we're not competing anymore.""Same. We actually had dinner together yesterday—all three of us. Set up the calendar for the next month. It felt almost normal."They're closer now. Right outside my office door."I still can't believe she agreed to this," Ares continues. "Both of us. Openly.""Neither can I but I'm not questioning it. Not when it means I get to keep her.""Three months trial. We can make it work.""We will make it work."Their voices fade as they move down the hall toward the conf
ISABELThe impossible is happening.I'm sitting at this table with two men who are discussing how to share me.Actually discussing it. With ground rules and schedules and boundaries like this is something that can work and like this is something real."We need complete honesty," Marco says, pulling out his phone to take notes. Always organized. Always planning. "No more sneaking around. No more secrets between the three of us."Ares nods. "Agreed. Everything out in the open."Guilt twists in my stomach.Everything out in the open except Harvey.Except the third partner who stalked me and fucked me in an alley and now won't speak to me.That secret I'm keeping."Schedules," Marco continues, typing into his phone. "We coordinate Isabel's time between us. No surprise visits. No showing up unannounced during the other's designated time.""That feels transactional," Ares protests."It's practical," Marco counters. "Unless you want to fight over every evening?"Ares concedes the point. "Fin
ISABELThe restaurant is empty when I arrive. No other diners, no wait staff visible, just dim lighting and a single table set for three in the center of the room.Marco rented out the entire restaurant for privacy and for the conversation that ends with me breaking someone's heart.My hands shake as I approach the table where both men are already seated.Ares stands immediately, pulling out my chair with his usual warmth, though tension shows in the tightness around his eyes.Marco watches with those intense grey eyes, his expression carefully controlled."Thank you for coming," Ares says as I sit."The deadline is today," I say quietly. "I don't really have a choice.""You always have a choice," Marco corrects. "That's why we're here."A waiter appears from somewhere, the only staff member visible and pours wine before disappearing again.The silence stretches, heavy with anticipation.Finally, Marco speaks."We've given you time," he says, his voice controlled but tight. "Weeks to







