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19.

SERAPHINA. 

The next day, I threw the dildo the Knox brothers gave me straight into my bag. I had to fight the desperate urge not to use it on my body just one more time. Adrian had already told me they could track its performance inside me. They knew the exact number of times I came all over the silicone. How crazy were they?

I forced myself to look away from the bag. I would rather buy a regular toy for myself.

“But none of them will feel like that one!” my subconscious screamed at me.

She was entirely right, but I refused to acknowledge it.

Soon, I reached the corporate office and walked toward their private suite. I stood outside the door, practicing my breathing over and over again before finally stepping inside.

All three brothers were seated in their chairs, staring intensely at a large screen. My mind screamed at me not to look, but my eyes drifted toward the monitor anyway. To my surprise, they weren't watching something explicit.

It was a picture of a woman. She was tall and fully dressed. The three of them looked like they were deeply studying her.

Why were they looking at another woman? I guess they didn't really see women as anything but objects to analyze. It was the exact same way they treated me. This realization made me even more determined to return the toy. 

They weren't trying to help me; they were just mocking my frustration.

"Look who is here," Julian teased, turning his chair toward me with a wide smirk. He was always too playful.

Adrian turned his head to look at me next, followed by Sebastian. Their gazes were always cold and heavy.

"I came to return this. I will no longer be needing it," I said firmly, slamming the sleek velvet box right onto the table before them.

Julian chuckled softly. "Why? Did it break? It is custom-made, originally for you, Secretary. It should not break so early." He gasped dramatically, reaching out to pick up the thick black shaft.

The very first thing he did was bring the tip of the dildo to his nose. 

He handled the toy casually, way too casual. I wanted to snap at him as he shut his eyes, slowly sniffing the top of the silicone where my fluids had been, but I forced myself to keep calm. They did these dirty things just to draw a reaction from me, and I wouldn't give them that pleasure.

"It is not broken," Julian said, opening his eyes as a wicked grin spread across his face. 

"This was deep inside of you! I can smell it."

"Like I said, I don't need it again!" I barked, my face turning hot.

"Then leave it. Why are you still waiting here, Seraphine?" Adrian growled. He raised his heavy eyes to meet mine. He had striking blue eyes like his brothers, but his had a dangerous silver glint in them that always made me feel trapped.

I panicked internally, but I did not let it show on my face.

"Are you sure you are done with this?" Sebastian asked. He wasn't even looking at me. His gaze was fixed entirely on the notepad in front of him, his pen taking precise notes. Sebastian was obviously the workaholic of the three. He loved to take notes and hardly ever spoke, but whenever he did, he said the most piercing things. At times, I truly wondered how his cold brain worked.

"Yes, I am completely done," I stood my ground, crossing my arms.

"I have a feeling you are not truly done. Your eyes say the exact opposite of what your mouth says," Sebastian murmured. He finally paused his writing and turned to his brother, who was still turning the toy over in his hands. "Julian... keep it behind the desk. She will come back for it."

"I will not!" I retorted instantly. How could he be so damn sure?

"The hunger in your eyes says otherwise, Baby doll."

Baby doll.

My heart gave a violent throb in my chest. Why the hell did he call me that? No. No. I absolutely hated the way my starved body reacted to that name. I should not be liking it. It shouldn't make me feel like a protected princess standing before her king. The Knox brothers were not kings who showered women with love and pampering; they were predators.

"Listen to me, you three. I am not coming back for that trash. It is not useful to me, and I can always get better ones in the market if I ever need one," I spat. I turned on my heels and marched toward the door without waiting for a response.

"You cannot get this quality anywhere, Secretary!" Julian yelled after me, his amused voice echoing down the hall, but I paid absolutely no attention to him.

Soon, I reached my own desk and took a seat. 

Before I could even log into my computer, my phone began to ring. The caller ID showed it was Anita. She was my absolute best friend, and she also happened to be a cousin to the Knox brothers.

"Anita!" I answered, trying to clear my throat.

"Seraphina! I am finally back in the city!" Anita’s cheerful voice boomed through the receiver, full of energy. "I just unpacked my bags. You need to come over to my place right now so we can greet each other properly!"

I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my throbbing temples. "I can't do today, Anita. Let's meet tomorrow instead, okay? I have too much on my plate right now."

Anita instantly let out a loud, dramatic groan, rebuking me over the line. 

"Are you serious right now, Seraphina? You haven't called me a single time throughout this entire journey! Ever since Valentine's Day, I've been traveling back and forth to my lover's place, and you completely neglected me! You owe me a face-to-face talk right now!"

I swallowed hard, looking away from the office glass. I couldn't possibly tell her the crazy, twisted things happening between me and her billionaire cousins over a phone call.

"I promise we will talk tomorrow, Anita. Everything is just... completely crazy right now," I murmured. She groaned again but finally agreed, and I hung up the phone.

The rest of the workday passed in a total blur. I didn't see the Knox brothers for the rest of the afternoon. It was as if they completely ignored my existence the moment I gave them back their toy.

The moment the clock struck five, I packed my things and drove straight back to the mansion. I was completely exhausted. I just wanted to wash the stress off my skin, go to sleep, and wake up the next day feeling like a brand-new person.

I unlocked the heavy front door and stepped into the quiet foyer. But the moment I closed the door behind me, a strange, rhythmic sound echoed from the living room.

Moans. Heavy, masculine grunts.

My blood turned to absolute ice. I walked slowly toward the open archway of the sitting room, hoping with everything inside me that it was just my mind playing cruel tricks on me.

However, when I reached the edge of the living room, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was completely flabbergasted by the sight unfolding in front of my eyes.

No way. No way they brought this filth into my matrimonial home! Now they no longer had an ounce of shame!

"Victor!" I screamed, my designer bag dropping to the floor with a loud thud.

Gideon panicked and tried to scramble away, but Victor roughly held him back in place on the sofa, his cock still pushed deep inside Gideon's arsehole.

No way. Oh, no way. How could I be so unfortunate for this abomination to be my life?