LOGINRheaThe evening had settled into that particular gold that only happened at the beach house. Warm and slow and unhurried. The kind of light that made everything look like a memory even while it was still happening.We were on the patio, the three of us, the remnants of dinner still on the table and wine in our glasses and Zuri long since put to bed after declaring that tomorrow she wanted to build the biggest sandcastle anyone had ever seen.“So.” Brandon leaned back in his chair and looked between me and Jackson. “Tomorrow.”“Tomorrow,” Jackson confirmed.“Father Emmanuel.” I turned my wine glass slowly in my hands. “I keep going over what to say. How to say it. Whether to let you two do the talking or whether I should—”“We all talk,” Jackson said. “Equally. He needs to see all three of us as a unit.”“What if he says no.”“We’ve been through this,” Brandon said.“I know. But what if he does.”“Then we find another way.” Brandon reached across the table and covered my han
RheaThe beach was quiet in the late morning, that particular stillness before the heat peaked and everyone came out. I had found my spot on the sand, close enough to hear the waves, far enough from the house that nobody would interrupt me.Or so I thought.I stretched my legs out and adjusted my sunglasses and listened to the phone ring twice before Elora picked up.“Finally,” she said. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I existed.”“I’ve been busy.”“You’ve been engaged. There’s a difference.” Her voice was bright and warm and I could hear the sound of somewhere beautiful behind her. “Tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Leave nothing out.”“They did it in the garden,” I said. “Lanterns in the trees. Both of them on one knee at the same time.”Elora made a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a sob. “Stop it.”“Zuri was behind me clapping.”“I cannot.” She was laughing now. “I genuinely cannot. That is the most ‘them’ thing I have ever heard. How d
RheaI had been pacing for twenty minutes.Zuri was sitting on the living room floor watching me with the focused attention she usually reserved for her cartoons, her chin in her hands, tracking me back and forth across the rug like I was the most interesting thing happening in the room.“Mummy,” she said finally. “Why do you keep walking?”“I’m thinking.”“You think with your feet?”Brandon looked up from the sofa. “She does actually.”“Daddy does it too sometimes,” Zuri said thoughtfully. “But he walks slower.”“I walk with purpose,” Brandon said.“You pace anxiously,” Jackson said from the armchair without looking up from his phone. “There’s a difference.”I stopped walking and looked at both of them. “How are you both so calm right now. Your father is sitting in a priest’s office trying to explain to a man of God that his two sons want to marry the same woman simultaneously. And you are sitting there.”“Calmly,” Jackson said.“That is not reassuring.”“Rhea.” He put his phone down
Rhea I’d been so excited about the surprise date, I didn’t even think twice about how mysterious they were being. Curiosity wiped away any nervousness, and I found myself walking faster, hurrying down the path that led to the garden. I was almost there when something caught my eye and made me stop dead in my tracks. Beautiful lanterns glowed softly, hanging from the tree branches, while strings of warm lights lined the way forward. I stared all around me, soaking up the magical atmosphere. It’s them, I realized, my heart swelling with love. Knowing it was Jackson and Brandon who had created this path just for me, excitement flooded through my veins and I almost started running. The garden soon came into view. Golden fairy lights were twined elegantly around the white pillars. Moving closer, I saw vines of fresh white roses and baby’s breath covering the roof and railings, making it look like a scene straight out of a dream. “It’s so beautiful,” I breathed, my hand
RheaFour Years LaterThe summer sun beat down warmly on the patio, turning the air golden and sweet. I stood by the large wooden table, folding the last of the tiny, colorful clothes that had just come off the line.Doing Zuri’s laundry had become my favorite kind of quiet. Everything was so small, so soft, carrying the scent of sunshine and lavender detergent.It was hard to believe that four years had already passed since our world changed forever, since everything broke, and somehow, we still managed to build something new from it.On the table beside me sat an endless spread of food, towers of fresh fruit, platters of sandwiches, and large glass pitchers of lemonade and chilled juice, condensation dripping lazily down the sides.The heat was thick, the kind that made the ocean sparkle endlessly and the sand burn gently beneath your feet.We were back at the beach house for the holidays. Our tradition now. The one place where everything felt peaceful…Where we could pretend
RheaI walked with my head held high.On my left was Jackson, his hand firmly tangled with mine, his long fingers wrapping securely around my smaller ones. On my right was Brandon, his arm draped comfortably over my shoulders, pulling me close into his side.There was no hiding anymore. No more sneaking around. No more lies.Ever since that picture was sent out, the truth had been laid bare for everyone to see. We weren’t hiding it. We weren’t ashamed of it. And right now, walking through the busy school corridors, they were owning every single bit of it. They were my shield, my protection, and they made sure everyone knew exactly who I belonged to.My hand rested instinctively on my stomach, which was now noticeably rounded at five months. Pregnancy had changed my body, but with the way these two looked at me, I had never felt more beautiful. The hormones were there—mood swings, cravings, tiredness—but they took care of everything. They anticipated my needs before I even spoke them.
RheaI just wanted the three of us, doing whatever we felt like. I wanted to feel normal—or as normal as a girl can feel when she’s in love with two gorgeous, lethal men.“Whatever you need, Angel,” Brandon said, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took my chin gently betwee
RheaMy mother closed the bedroom door behind us with a soft click that sounded like a gunshot in the silence.I stood in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around myself, trying to stop shaking. My dress was still rumpled, twisted around my body in ways that screamed Guilty. My hair hung in tang
RheaJackson held my gaze as he unbuckled his belt, flicked open his zipper, and stepped out of his pants. My eyes dropped to the heavy bulge on his boxers as he hooked his fingers on the band, slowly pushing it down and stepping out of them.I stared at his luscious cock, the tip purple, pre-cum a
JacksonThe holding cell smelled like piss and disinfectant.I sat on the metal bench, my head tilted back against the concrete wall, staring at the water-stained ceiling. My knuckles throbbed—split open and swelling, the skin already turning purple. I flexed my fingers experimentally and winced.I







