تسجيل الدخولARESWe gathered at the penthouse the next evening, just the three of us, no Isabel because we all decided to take a break from each other to go think.This conversation needs to happen between brothers first.I arrive home from work to find Marco already in the living room, a bottle of expensive scotch on the coffee table and three glasses.Harvey walks in minutes later, his expression carefully controlled.For a moment, we just look at each other.Fifteen years of friendship, of partnership and of being the only family any of us have ever really had. All of it tested by one woman."Sit," Marco says, pouring the scotch with steady hands and we sit.Marco hands us each a glass, then raises his."To being complete idiots," he says dryly."To unconventional solutions," I counter."To not killing each other," Harvey adds.We drink.The scotch burns going down, but it helps ease some of the tension.Marco sets his glass down with a decisive click. "If we're doing this—really doing this—we
ISABELThe silence shatters.Marco turns on Harvey with fury I've never seen from him before."You've been judging us," Marco says, his voice low and dangerous. "Calling Isabel a distraction. Telling us we're destroying our partnership over a woman. And the whole time you were obsessed with her?"Harvey's jaw clenches. "I tried to fight it—""By stalking her?" Ares interrupts, his voice sharp. "By following her home, watching her apartment and writing her creepy notes? That's how you fought it?""Don't act like you're better than me," Harvey snaps back, his ice-blue eyes flashing. "Either of you. You both pursued her knowing the other wanted her.""That's different," Marco growls, stepping closer to Harvey. "We talked about it. We made an arrangement. We were honest with each other. You went behind our backs.""I didn't plan this," Harvey's voice rises. "It just happened. I saved her from being attacked and everything I'd been holding back just—broke. I couldn't control it anymore.""
ISABELThey 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







