I Want The Triplets (1)

Shirley's POV:

I wasn't supposed to be there.

Not at this boring ass party. Not at this repulsive bar. And definitely not in these five-inch Louis Vuitton heels I could barely walk in. But that's where you find yourself when you're trying to get your lick back at your cheating husband.

My husband hadn't touched me for five years. Five whole years—can you imagine that? I thought I wasn't sexy enough. I thought I wasn't attractive enough. But all this time, my husband had been hitting it with his secretary.

And what I'm about to say may blow your mind even further—my husband wasn't just fucking his secretary. He was fucking his secretary, who was a man.

Crazy, right? Yes, I know. The supposed "love of my life" was gay.

But you know what? Fuck that bastard.

I was here to get myself fucked by the hottest man I could find at this party. I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.

I was on my ninth shot when I noticed them.

Three men at a table, exuding wealth, power, and class.

I narrow my eyes on the first man, and a deep familiar feeling crawls into the pit of my stomach. Dressed in a white undershirt and a coffee brown suit that made his golden brown eyes pop under the light, with a tattooed hand that made me wonder if he had his whole arm inked. When those brown eyes meet mine, my breath hitches in my throat.

He raises his brow on seeing me, while my eyes widen. I look at the two men beside him. The next wears a black shirt with three buttons undone and a pair of matching black pants. I could see the tattoo on his chest peeking through the undone shirt. He also wore a diamond earring that sparkled under the light. The last is in a plain white Gucci tee and ripped jeans. He smirks at me.

My heart skipped a million beats at once. They looked like… gods.

Damon, Draven, and Damian Ryder. My brother's triplet roommates back in college and currently some of the most successful businessmen in the city.

The last time I saw them physically was ten years ago. What the hell were they doing here, and when did they get so fucking hot?

As I continued to stare at them, my jaw dropped unknowingly. Damian leaned in to whisper something into Draven's ear, and I saw Draven's straight face turn into a full-fledged smile as he stared hard at me. Were they talking about me? Oh shit. It was then I realized my mouth had been open this whole time.

I hurriedly turned away and just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. I probably looked way too impressed as a married woman, and it probably amused them.

The embarrassment was eating me up so much that I just wanted to leave there and then. Forget about my stupid lick back mission. But the moment I headed for the door, a waiter stopped me.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, hurrying to get in front of me.

"Yeah?" I asked, trying to feign a smile.

"Your attention is needed at table ten, miss." He said, pointing toward the direction of the table. And in that moment, my heart sunk. Because sitting at table ten were the three brothers. Damian now waving at me the moment my gaze landed on them.

There was no running now.

"Oh." I said, scratching the back of my neck as I swallowed hard.

"You can come with me, miss," he continued, stretching out his hand to escort me there. My heart was beating so loud, I was scared the waiter could hear it at this point.

As I approached them, feigning confidence I didn't have, I noticed their eyes wander from my face to my breasts to my thighs, whispering in each other's ears and smirking right after. The whole thing was making me so anxious—I was so scared I'd mistakenly miss a step and fall in these goddamn heels.

Of all nights? Why today, dear lord?

“Shirley!” Damian says out loud when I’m barely a feet away from them, his eyes dropping to my popping breasts. “Haven’t seen you in ages. Where the hell have you been? You look sexy as fuck.”

“Thank you.” I replied, as I managed a smile.

“What’s a married woman doing at a party dressed like this?” Draven’s mocking baritone following my reply. His voice was nothing like 10 years ago, it had gotten way deeper and well..hotter.

"I have my own life, you know?" I barked back in defense, my confidence building.

"Fair point." Damian shrugged before laughing. "But dressed like that? You're definitely going to get hit on."

"Exactly. Me, for instance—if I didn't know you, I'd do anything to bend you over." Draven said, casually.

"Stop it, Draven." Damon said in a low tone, hitting Draven's shoulder—but I could definitely hear. "She's married, remember?"

"So what if I'm married?" I cut in. "It's been a while since I got laid anyway. I wouldn't mind it."

"Uhm… Shirley?" Draven said, letting out a low laugh before taking a sip from his alcohol. "Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart."

"I didn't stutter now, did I?" I said, my anxiety suddenly disappearing as a smirk splayed on my bold red lips.

"Hm." Damon said, looking at his brothers before looking back at me. "Wait, hold on, Shirley." He held up his hands. "Are you trying to say you don't mind if Draven fucked you? 'Cause that's what we're hearing."

And that was when the insane thought popped into my head.

"Well…" I stepped closer, my voice now softer than before. "If the Ryder triplets want to fuck me, who am I to say no?"

"I don't know if this is a trick question or you're being serious." Draven laughed, taking another shot. "You need to be more direct, sweetheart."

"Okay fine." I said, taking a deep breath. "I want to be fucked. By the three of you."