Grey

Riley's POV

I stormed up to their table, my heart thumping fiercely—not just from the tequila, but because something about them unsettled me. Their eyes locked onto me, unblinking. I felt the heat of their gazes press against my skin, thick and heavy like the humid air.

I was nervous, sure. But furious? Absolutely. Who were they to stop me from having another drink?

“Hey!” I snapped, forcing my voice steady despite the nervous flutter in my chest. “Why did you tell that man I can’t have more drinks? Do you own this place or what?”

The tallest one—the first—lifted his glass, swirling the dark red wine inside like it was some kind of poison. His dark grey eyes caught the dim club lights and flickered with a lazy, unsettling smirk.

“We do,” he said, voice low and smooth.

I blinked, momentarily frozen by the confidence in his tone. Still, I forced the words out. “Well, just because you own the place doesn’t mean you can control how many shots someone has.”

He raised an eyebrow, amused. “Apparently, we can, Riley Grayson.”

That made me stop cold.

The second man spoke next, his voice a bit softer but just as commanding."We decide who drinks and who doesn't Riley"

His eyes were the color of oceanic amber like molten gold flecked with the deepest blue. They seemed to look right through me, as if he could see every secret I tried to hide. He was handsome, sure, but more than that—he carried an aura of confidence that drew attention without trying.

“How?” I stammered, fighting the mix of surprise and fear twisting in my stomach. “How do you know my name? Have we met before?”

Before they could answer, the third man’s voice cut through the haze.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said sharply. His eyes were cold—silver, almost and his expression was deadly serious. There was something frightening about his calm, like a wolf waiting patiently for the right moment to strike. His handsome features were precise but his gaze held a weight that made the air between us suffocating.

He raised an eyebrow, his voice icy. “Does Ethan know his human wife is wasted in a downtown clubhouse?”

I froze. My mouth dry, mind racing. “How do you know Ethan?” I asked, desperate for answers.

The dark-eyed man, the one with the smirk, leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“We know a lot of things, pretty,” he said with a slow grin. “And we also know about your now open marriage.”

My breath caught, and my mouth fell open in shock. For a moment, I was speechless. The words stung—not because of what they meant, but because it was clear these men knew things no stranger should.

“Who the hell are you people?” I almost staggered back, my voice sharp with shock and suspicion.

They just smirked, settling back into their seats like they were enjoying some private joke I wasn’t in on.

The second one, the one with those oceanic amber eyes—leaned forward, eyes locking onto mine like he could see every fracture in my soul. “Don’t you know who we are?”

I hesitated. “No… I don’t.”

He let out a low chuckle, slow and dark. “Maybe that’s because we’ve been away for a while pretty. Out of town for three years. But we’re back now.”

Before I could react, the first man, the dark grey-eyed one with that lazy, dangerous grin stood up smoothly, towering over me. I took an involuntary step back, the heat radiating from his body making it hard to breathe.

“Since you want an open marriage,” he said, voice low and teasing, “we thought we’d make you an offer, Riley.”

I blinked, confused and a little wary. “What kind of offer?”

His grin widened, sharp and wicked. “You want to get back at your husband, don’t you? To prove you’re not the boring woman he made you out to be?”

I stared at him, stunned. How did he know that? Ethan didn't even say it out loud back at the company so how?

I found myself nodding, more out of shock than agreement.

“Good,” he said, stepping closer, eyes never leaving mine. “Then let us join your open marriage.”

I blinked again, the words hanging heavy in the smoky air.

“As you can see, there’s three of us,” he continued, a slow smirk playing on his lips. “And we can give you everything you’ve been craving for the past three years with Ethan.”

His gaze was intense, daring me to respond.

“But,” he added, voice dropping to a teasing whisper, “there’s one thing you should know—we like to be… together.”

The amber-eyed man nodded, his eyes gleaming. “One woman. Three men. At the same time.”

My heart hammered, a mix of fear, anger, and something dangerously thrilling coursing through me.

I wanted to back away, to refuse, but something about the way they looked at me made it impossible. Not just desire but a challenge.

“Why me?” I managed to ask, not liking the images that was painting in my head, nor the way my body was already reacting to those images.

The first man shrugged, that wicked grin still in place. “Because you’re tired of being pushed around. Because you want to prove that you can still hold it in without him. And because… well, we like a woman who's wrecked and ready to be used to get what she wants .”

The silence stretched, thick with possibility.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady. “And what if I say yes?”

They exchanged glances, their smiles widening a bit in surprise. They might think I would have turned it down, but no, a wicked thought already crossed through my mind mixed with the heavy alcohol that was swimming in my head at the moment.

“Then,” the grey-eyed one said, “this night just got a whole lot more interesting.”he said, his voice low and full of promise. “And once we start, we don’t stop.”