LOGINMyla walked into the conference room and took the empty seat between Carter, president of the local bank, and Scott, her husband’s financial manager. Her husband moved ahead and positioned his chair at the front of the room. Jared and Beck walked over to him, and they started discussing something together in low tones.
One thing about Beck and Jared was that they always exuded an aura of dangerous, lethal ability. Maybe it was their military history or the fact that, apart from being major shareholders in the Oakley Group, they were co-owners of a highly rated private security firm. They were both above six feet tall, with Beck being like an inch shorter than Jared, and except for that and eye color, they could almost be twins. Both had brown hair, but Beck’s eyes were green while Jared had brown eyes. Each provided a foil for her husband’s curly blond hair and blue eyes. There was no way around the fact that they were three very attractive men that had sex appeal. She blushed as she remembered the night in the pool room, the expressions of love and lust on their faces, their beautiful bodies, and the hot, dirty talk. To say she had been shocked was a gross understatement; she had met several of the beautiful women Jared and Beck had dated over the past few years and had never seen any signs that they were gay or fucking each other. In fact, if she wanted to be honest with herself, she had sometimes felt a surprising sense of jealousy toward those women. Before she and Hayden married, she used to call them three musketeers in her head, because when you found one, you found all three, but after their marriage, they toned it down… a lot, even to the extent she was scared that she ruined their friendship, but when she had told Hayden her concern, he had said she was overthinking things. Myla had lost most of her friends when she had become too busy with legal problems associated with the sale of her business and had little time for socializing. She lost the rest when she and Hayden married and moved to their estate in the mountains. After the accident, Myla had become more and more isolated, first while Hayden was in the hospital and then even more when he finally returned home. If it hadn’t been for Jared and Beck, she would have probably gone crazy. The meeting was called today because Hayden was soon going to have major surgery on his spine in about six weeks, and she knew he wanted to get some urgent business matters settled before then. “Do you know what’s up?” Scott whispered as he shifted his chair closer. “No idea,” she replied, moving her chair away from his. The smell of alcohol seemed to ooze from his pores. His face had mottled red blotches and sagging jowls and was framed by thinning, dirty blond hair. He used to be an attractive man before alcoholism ruined him. What's worse is that he still believed he was still attractive. “Gold-digging bitch!” he mumbled beneath his breath as he caught her expression of disgust. Myla only turned away from him; she was so not in the mood for his bullshit today. It was no secret that he never liked her since she broke a bottle over his head when he tried groping her when she and Hayden started dating. Even though she understood that Hayden kept him in employment because he was very good at what he did and he had been with him from the start of the company, she felt that he was due for a replacement. She looked up to see Beck and Jared angrily glaring at Scott. She smiled and shook her head when they glanced at her. They always have an uncanny awareness of when she is upset. Hayden turned to the group as Jared and Beck took their seats on each side. God, when they were in the same frame, they looked good enough to eat, and she had heard many women and men say the same thing over the years. “I’ve called this meeting because I’ll be away for at least 2 months, or possibly longer, and want to make sure you understand that you will be unable to contact me at all during that time, so I will be assigning one person to stand in my place.” He nodded at Anna, his attorney. ‘That includes all decisions concerning anything involving Oakley Corp., both legal issues and financial.” Hayden paused and looked around to note their reactions to the news. He continued, “I discussed this matter with Myla…” “Oh, please,” Scott interrupted, “no disrespect intended, but don’t you think that role is more fit for someone with business intellect? Your wife probably can handle household problems well, but she’s definitely not qualified to handle the responsibilities you’ve outlined.” Scott looked at the others in the room like he was challenging them as he continued. “With my degree in finance and my experience in running my own business, surely I am the most qualified person in this room.” “Well, Scott,” Hayden said in a cool voice. “Myla actually declined my offer for her to run my operations in my absence. She is in the process of finalizing the sale of another business of hers. You have heard of My-Design, Inc., haven’t you?” Myla watched with satisfaction as Scott’s jaw dropped in shock. “That’s the business Myla started and built into the international business it is today with just an idea and her hard work. Myla is more than qualified for anything she chooses to do.” He finished coldly. He turned back to the rest of the group. “Deciding who would be acting on my behalf was a ‘no-brainer’ for me. But, because my first option said no, effective the twenty-fifth of next month, all financial and corporate problems should be referred to, and decisions will be made by Beck Garner. Jared Lotto will be handling all finances related to the estate and other properties.” Before anyone could say anything, Scott jumped up, his face red. “I don’t believe I am the only one who thinks this is the most ridiculous decision ever. You can’t seriously be giving all of that power to some glorified bodyguards?” he sneered, looking around the room, hoping to see that the others will agree with him. But they all looked at his outburst with disgust. “No, seriously, what experience does either one have in dealing with major financial decisions or running a business, or anything else for that matter? They’re just hired muscle for Christ’s sake.” Hayden’s body stiffened, and his eyes narrowed in anger as he watched Scott. would “Walker,” snarled Scott to the manager of the company. “You can’t tell me that you want a bodyguard coming into your office, telling you how to run the company.” “Well, Scott,” Walker drawled coldly, “those mere bodyguards are also the owners of the thriving J&B Security firm, plus they handled things well when Hayden was hospitalized and know exactly what Hayden would do in any given situation concerning the corporation.” Scott’s face got redder at his words. “And,” Walker continued, “we’ve all seen Beck and Jared make several suggestions over the last few years that saved Oak Corps more than tens of thousands of dollars. I admit I would hire him in a minute as my vice president if I wasn’t sure he’d have my job within a month, or less.” Everyone laughed as Beck made a slight bow to Walker. Hayden grinned and said, “Walker, I can assure you your job is safe from Beck.” He turned to Scott, his smile disappearing. “You, I wanted to do this in private, but since you decided to be so open today, let me follow your lead…” He turned and nodded at Anna. Anna smiled. “Mrs. Oakley noticed some inconsistencies in the accounts and called our attention to them. We investigated and discovered that you have been siphoning funds from the company. Care to explain?” Scott looked wildly around the room. “This is a fucking setup! Everyone knows that these two bitches never liked me. Y’all can’t possibly believe them over me—’ “Enough!” Myla shouted as she shot up from her seat, glaring at Scott. “First, we have enough evidence against you, so I suggest you prepare your lawyers. Secondly, you have no right to question any decisions we make. If we wanted your opinion, we would have asked for it. Now, either sit down and shut up, or get out.” Hayden’s chest expanded with pride as he watched his wife. Jared and Beck exchanged a smile before they turned their attention back to Scott. Scott’s face was contorted in rage, spit spraying from his mouth as he screamed, “Ooh, I get it now. Hubby can’t get it up, so you’re fucking the bodyguards. Everyone has heard the rumors that the three of them used to share their women all the time, and it looks like they’re still sharing!”Jared’s hand remained under Hayden’s for a moment, his jaw tight. “I know, Hay. But after everything, I just feel like I need to see it with my own eyes.” He exhaled slowly, the professional tension bleeding out of his shoulders. “Okay. Okay, let’s go see what the movers did with the place.” The rest of the day was a blur of guards patrolling the house, service helpers unpacking the little that was left, them touring the house and adjusting things to fit their individual liking, and the comforting chaos of four people trying to settle into a new home. Even with the guards stationed at every fence line and patrolling the grounds, the house felt lighter, never suffocating. Nothing could dampen the joy that they were all standing in the new home, all four of them complete and together after the scare of the past months. They decided to send their personal chef and the service helpers home and make dinner themselves. The meal making passed in a blur of laughter and chaos. Beck
Jared’s kiss stopped, and he pulled back, his eyes dark with raw need as he looked at her, but he was still in control.“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said, his voice raspy.“That will always be so fucking hot,” Hayden whispered, his face hot with desire. “You’ve been so tense, My. Too nervous to really let go.”He fixed Myla with a possessive stare, reached for her, and gently pulled her into his lap, then crushed his mouth onto hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue demanding and consuming. She gasped as he grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly but gently, twisting her nipples until she gasped.“Tell me you’re ready, baby,” Hayden commanded, his breath hot against her ear. “You’ve been fantasizing about this. And God, it’s my ultimate fantasy to watch them pleasure you. Knowing you submit to them sexually makes me so hot. Let them, Myla. Submit to the pleasure, submit to them.” He kissed down her neck, alternating between sucks and small bites as he squeezed her nipples hard unti
The day Hayden was discharged felt like spring breaking through after a long winter. The hospital smelled of antiseptic and rain, the hallways alive with the sound of nurses saying goodbye. Myla adjusted the jacket on his shoulders while Beck signed the last of the forms and Jared loaded their things into the waiting SUV. “We took extra care that your discharge wasn't leaked to the press," Myla said softly, her hand brushing through his hair. "But just in case, are you sure you’re ready for this?" Hayden smiled softly up at her. She didn’t understand that the fact that he was still in the hospital was like a itch under his skin since the day he woke up. “I’ve been ready since the day they told me I couldn’t leave.” The nurse wheeled him toward the exit, and when the sunlight hit his face, he squinted, then laughed. There was no single reporter waiting outside. Hayden let out a tiny breath of relief because despite what he told Myla
The sound of wheels squeaking against the linoleum floor echoed down the hall as Hayden’s therapist helped adjust him in the chair. They have been in the rehabilitation room for almost an hour. “Alright, Mr. Oakley,” the therapist said with a calm smile. “Let’s go easy today. We’ll focus on controlled stretches. Tell me the moment anything feels too painful.”Hayden nodded, jaw tight. “If it’s working, it’s going to hurt anyway,” he muttered.Myla stood beside him, hands clasped, eyes never leaving his face. She’d learned to read his every twitch... every small sign of effort or pain. Beck stood on his other side, arms crossed, watching with quiet worry. Jared lingered near the door, always close enough to step in if needed. They had started to attend his sessions after the nurses complained he pushed too hard and wouldn't stop when they asked him to. The first time Hayden moved his leg had felt like magic, but now, each session w
The morning light spilled softly into the hospital room, catching the pale blue of the walls and the silver rails of Hayden’s bed. The day had started like the others; quiet and slow, with the faint hum of machines marking time.But something in the air felt different. Hope had been hovering at the edges for days, small and fragile. Today, it felt closer.The doctor and his team entered with a portable monitor and a calm smile. “Morning, Mr. Oakley,” he said warmly. “You up for a little progress check?”Hayden gave a faint nod. “Depends,” he rasped. “You planning to stab me with sharp objects again or just poke me?”The doctor chuckled. “Just a few pokes today. Let’s see how your nerves are responding.”Myla stood beside him, fingers laced with his. Beck and Jared hovered near the window, pretending to stay casual, but the worry in their eyes gave them away. They were all holding their breath.The doctor posit
The days after Hayden woke up blurred together — strained mornings when Hayden was taken for speech or physical therapy, quiet nights when he slept after the exhaustion of the therapy, and the hum of machines that marked every second between fear and hope. Jared and Beck had built a rotation schedule around their work life without even needing to talk about it. Jared took the early hours; Beck came through in the evenings. Myla never left... Refusing to when the men begged her to, Jared and Beck had to bring in an extra bed and clothes for her. She turned the VIP hospital room into a home, managing to fit in bathing and eating so she would be around any time Hayden woke up. She made his hospital room feel less like a sterile recovery bay and more like a small world of its own. Fresh flowers on the windowsill, a worn throw blanket from their home draped over his legs. Myla’s soft voice humming sometimes when he slept. After







