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Chapter 3

Keresse

“I’m leaving,” I said and turned to leave.

“If she steps out of this room, consider your heads gone,” Kairos said to the man at the door. His voice was calm, almost bored, but the threat landed like a blade.

I stilled, swallowing hard. My thighs tightened instinctively, and an embarrassing wetness dripped down my inner thighs as I remembered the way I had been gulping Rhysand’s cock just two nights ago — thick, veined, stretching my throat until tears ran down my face.

“Sit, Keresse,” Kairos said, lowering himself into the chair across the massive glass table. He spread his legs wide, wide enough that I could clearly see the thick print of his already hard cock straining against his tailored pants.

Heat flooded my face. “I-I don’t need the job anymore. I need to leave now,” I said and stood up again.

“Sit. Down.” Kairos’s tone didn’t rise, but the command cracked through the room like a whip.

Rhysand chuckled from where he leaned against the side of the desk, arms crossed, eyes glittering with dark amusement. “She’s feisty in the morning too. Cute. Last time I saw you this worked up, you were on your knees begging for my cock, sweetheart.”

“Rhysand,” I hissed, mortified. My nipples peaked against my blouse just hearing him say it out loud.

Lucian, standing near the windows with his white coat draped over one arm, spoke more gently but no less firmly. “Keresse, your pulse is racing. I can see the vein in your neck. You’re also flushed and shifting your weight — classic signs of arousal mixed with panic. Please sit before you make yourself dizzy. We’re not monsters.”

I hesitated, trapped between the sealed elevator door and three men who filled the penthouse office like they owned the air itself. My legs betrayed me again. I sank back into the chair, pressing my thighs together, painfully aware of how soaked my panties were.

Kairos leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes locked on mine. “Explain. You applied. You showed up looking like sin in that pencil skirt. Now you want to run? Why?”

“Because I fucked him!” The words exploded out of me. I pointed at Rhysand without looking. “Two nights ago. I was drunk, heartbroken, and stupid. I saw his cock in the bathroom, dropped to my knees, and sucked him like I was starving. Then he bent me over and fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk straight. And now I’m supposed to work for all three of you? This is insane. I can’t—”

“You can,” Rhysand interrupted, pushing off the desk and circling behind my chair. His hands landed lightly on my shoulders, thumbs brushing my neck. “And you will. That blowjob was the hottest thing I’ve had in years. The way you gagged on me, drooling down your chin, moaning like you needed my cum more than air? Fuck, Keresse. I’ve been hard thinking about it ever since.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, shame and fresh heat warring inside me. “Stop talking about it.”

“Why?” Kairos asked, his legs still spread, that impressive bulge even more obvious now. “We don’t hide things here. We own them. You let my brother fuck you raw in a club VIP room. You swallowed his cock like it was your new religion. Own it.”

Lucian moved closer, crouching beside my chair so we were almost eye-level. His gaze was clinical but warm. “You were grieving. Betrayed by your sister and that worthless ex on your wedding day. Two days locked in your apartment with no food or water. Then a club, alcohol, and a much-needed release. There’s no shame in that. Your body is still processing trauma. Elevated cortisol, adrenaline… and right now, a very strong arousal response to the three of us.”

I stared at him. “You can’t possibly know all that.”

“I’m a doctor before I’m a CEO,” he said simply. “And I pay attention. Especially to you.”

Rhysand’s fingers traced lightly down my arms. “You ran out on me that night. No name. No number. Just left me with your scent all over my skin. That was rude, baby.” Ko

“I was embarrassed,” I whispered.

Rhysand’s breath trailed over my ear, sending goosebumps racing down my arms. “Embarrassed? Baby, you rode my cock like you were trying to erase every bad memory. Don’t you dare feel ashamed for taking what you needed.”

Kairos watched us with hooded eyes, one hand resting casually on his thigh, drawing my attention back to the thick, hard outline pressing against his pants. “Shame has no place here. We built this empire by claiming what we want. And right now, Keresse, we want you.”

I let out a shaky breath, my body throbbing with a confusing mix of fear and desire. “You don’t even know me. One drunk night with him doesn’t mean I’m going to spread my legs for all three of you in your fancy office.”

Lucian’s fingers gently tilted my chin toward him. His touch was clinical yet electric. “No one’s asking you to spread your legs… yet. We’re offering you a position. A real one. You’ve proven you can handle chaos. You walked out of your own wedding after catching your sister and ex together, announced the cancellation to two hundred guests, then survived two days of self-imposed isolation. That takes strength.”

“How do you know all of that?” I demanded, eyes widening.

Kairos tapped a tablet on the table. “We do our research. Especially on candidates who catch our interest. Your ex is a fool. Your sister even more so. They don’t deserve another second of your thoughts.”

Rhysand’s hands slid down my arms, stopping just above my elbows. “And that little revenge fuck? Best decision you’ve made all week. Tell me you didn’t think about my cock while you were getting ready this morning.”

I bit my lip hard, refusing to answer. But my traitorous body did — another rush of wetness soaked my already ruined panties.

“See?” Lucian murmured, his voice low and observant. “Your breathing just changed. Pupils dilated again. You’re soaked, aren’t you, Keresse? It’s okay. Your body is responding to safety. To power. To men who won’t betray you the way they did.”

“Stop analyzing me like a patient,” I snapped, but there was no real heat in it. I sounded breathless instead.

Kairos stood slowly, circling the table like a predator. He stopped directly in front of me, that massive bulge now inches from my face.

“This isn’t just about sex, though we won’t pretend it isn’t part of it. We need a secretary who can keep up with us. Travel. High-stakes meetings. Secrets that could destroy companies. You’ve already shown you can keep your mouth shut when it matters… except when it’s full of my brother’s cock.”

Rhysand laughed darkly behind me. “She’s excellent at multitasking. Sucked me like a pro while grinding against my leg. Came so hard when I finally fucked her that she left nail marks on my back.”

“God, shut up,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. But I was smiling despite myself. The humiliation was mixing with something dangerously close to thrill.

Lucian pulled my hands away gently. “Look at us. We’re not playing games with you. The salary is two hundred and fifty thousand starting. Full medical — I’ll handle your nutrition plan personally after what you put your body through these past days. Private driver. Wardrobe allowance. And protection. No one will ever humiliate you again.”

Kairos placed both hands on the table, leaning down so our faces were level. “Say yes, and you’re untouchable. Say no, and you can walk out that door right now. But we both know you don’t want to.”

I stared into his eyes — cold ruthlessness mixed with burning hunger. Then at Lucian’s calm intensity. Then back at Rhysand, who was still touching me like he had every right to.

“What if I can’t separate the job from… this?” I asked quietly, gesturing between us.

Rhysand’s fingers traced my collarbone. “Then don’t separate it. Work for us during the day. Let us take care of you at night. Let us fuck the pain out of you until the only name you remember is ours.”

“That’s insane,” I whispered, even as my core clenched at the thought.

Kairos straightened. “Insane is letting one pathetic man and your backstabbing sister ruin the rest of your life. This — us — is opportunity. Power. Pleasure. Choose.”

The silence stretched, thick and heavy. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure they could hear it. I thought about my empty apartment, the unpaid wedding bills, the way my sister had looked at me with zero remorse when she told me she didn’t ask me to take care of her. Then I thought about the way Rhysand had felt inside me — raw, consuming, alive.

“I… I accept,” I said finally, my voice barely audible.

Rhysand’s triumphant grin was immediate. “Good girl.”

Lucian smiled softly, squeezing my shoulder. “Wise choice. I’ll schedule a full medical check for you this afternoon. You need proper meals and rest.”

Kairos’s expression remained dominant, satisfied. “Your desk will be right outside. But today, you stay in here. We have… orientation to begin.” His eyes dropped meaningfully to my lips. “Starting with learning exactly how we expect our secretary to handle high-pressure situations.”

I swallowed hard, thighs slick, pulse racing. “What kind of orientation?”

Rhysand leaned down and nipped my earlobe. “The kind where you finish what you started the other night. On your knees. Then bent over this table while Kairos and Lucian watch.”

Heat exploded through me. Part terror, part desperate want.

Lucian brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Only if you want it, Keresse. We take care of what’s ours. Always.”

I looked at the three of them, ruthless, protective, insatiable — and felt something shift inside my chest. The broken, jilted woman from three days ago was still there… but she was waking up.

“Okay,” I breathed. “Show me.”