UNEXPECTED COMPANY

Chapter 11

Lena's POV

The weekend had barely begun, and I was already addicted.

Julian and Oliver had taken me twice more after the shower—once on the kitchen island while I tried to make coffee, and again bent over the balcony railing with the ocean roaring below.

My body ached in the most delicious way, covered in faint marks and dried cum. We were lounging in the living room, half-dressed, when my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Mom’s name lit up the screen. I exchanged a quick glance with Julian and Oliver before answering the speaker.

“Hey, Mom. Made it safe?”

“Lena, honey.” Her voice sounded tense, even through the phone. “Listen, I’ve been thinking… The house is big, and with me gone all weekend, I’d feel better if someone was there with you. I asked Ava to swing by and stay over. She’s between jobs right now and offered to keep an eye on things. She should be there in an hour.”

My stomach dropped. Ava—Mom’s best friend since college. Thirty-two, stunning with long auburn hair, curves that turned heads, and a flirty, confident personality that always made me a little nervous. She was like the cool aunt who partied harder than anyone.

“Mom, that’s really not necessary,” I said quickly, my voice higher than I wanted. Julian’s hand tightened on my thigh. Oliver’s jaw clenched.

“It is,” Mom replied firmly. “I had a weird feeling this morning. Just… humor me, okay? Ava will make sure everything’s fine. Love you.” She hung up before I could argue.

“Fuck,” Oliver muttered, running a hand through his hair. “This complicates things.”

Julian’s eyes darkened. “We play it cool. No slips. But if Ava gets too nosy…” He left the threat hanging, though the heat in his voice suggested other possibilities.

An hour later, the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Ava standing there with an overnight bag, wearing tight jeans and a low-cut top that showed off her cleavage.

She pulled me into a hug, her body pressing against mine a second too long, her perfume sweet and intoxicating.

“Hey, sweetie,” she purred, lips brushing my ear. “Your mom said you might need some company. Looks like you’ve been… busy already.” Her eyes flicked over my flushed skin and the faint hickey on my neck. She smirked.

The afternoon passed in tense normalcy. We made lunch together. Ava chatted casually, but I caught her watching me, then Julian, then Oliver—with lingering, hungry glances.

She touched my lower back while reaching for a plate. Brushed her fingers along Oliver’s arm when he passed her a drink. Laughed a little too loudly at Julian’s dry jokes, biting her lip.

By evening, the advances became bolder.

I was in the kitchen alone, loading the dishwasher, when Ava cornered me. She stepped close, backing me against the counter. Her hand rested on my hip.

“You’ve grown up so much, Leena,” she murmured, voice husky. “So beautiful. If you ever want to… talk about anything that’s going on in this house, I’m here. Or more than talk.”

Her fingers traced the edge of my shorts, eyes dropping to my lips. “I’ve always had a thing for pretty girls like you.”

My breath caught. Heat flooded my face, and lower. Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth, soft and teasing, then pulled back with a wink. “Think about it.”

Later, I caught her in the hallway with Oliver. She had him pressed against the wall, whispering something in his ear while her hand trailed down his chest. Oliver looked surprised but not entirely unwilling, his hand hovering near her waist.

And after dinner, while I was in the shower, I heard low voices from Julian’s study. Ava’s laugh, then Julian’s deep chuckle.

When I peeked, she was sitting on the edge of his desk, legs crossed, leaning forward so he had a perfect view down her top.

“Kate’s lucky to have a man like you,” she said softly. “If you ever need… relief while she’s away, I’m discreet.”

Julian’s eyes met mine over her shoulder for a brief, charged second. He didn’t push her away.

That night, the three of us—Julian, Oliver, and me huddled in my room after Ava went to the guest room.

“She’s trying to fuck all of us,” Oliver whispered, half-amused, half-annoyed.

Julian’s hand slid between my legs possessively. “Let her try. But you belong to us, princess. Though… watching her with you might be interesting.”

I shivered at the idea, my body already responding. Ava’s advances had stirred something new—jealousy mixed with filthy curiosity. The weekend had just gotten a lot more complicated.

But as Julian’s fingers pushed inside me and Oliver claimed my mouth, all I could think was how far this dirty little secret was about to spread.