All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

A few quiet weeks passed after the gala. Hayden’s mornings began with therapy, Myla’s with her endless phone calls and emails as she tried to run her business without leaving the sanctuary of her home, and Beck’s with loud music that made Jared threaten to throw his coffee mug at him.It was late afternoon now. The sun spread lazy gold over the pool where Myla was stretched out on a lounge chair, half asleep with a book on her stomach. Hayden sat nearby under the shade, a folder open on his lap, though he hadn’t turned a page in minutes.His mind had been on what he had noticed a few days ago. The sparseness of Jared and Beck’s things in the house and how most were even still cluttered the hallway in boxes. “You two planning to move in properly this year or should I start charging rent?” He said out of the blue, though he kept his voice low in order not to wake Myla. Jared looked up from the patio table at him but said nothing, his expression unreadable. "Couldn't help but notice

Hayden adjusted the last buckle of his leg braces and reached for his crutches. The morning light spilled through the curtains, catching on the metal, making it gleam. He walked to the doorway, then paused, standing there for a moment contemplating.He turned back towards the bed where Myla was still lying with Beck, both talking and laughing about something under their breaths, and something inside him softened.“Myla?”She looked at him, giving him a soft smile. “Hmm?”“Would you… like to come with me today?” he asked, his tone careful... almost shy. “To therapy. I think I’d like that.”Her eyes widened in surprise, then softened with warmth. “Are you sure?” she whispered, rising slowly.“Yes,” he confirmed, meeting her gaze steadily. “I’m sure.”She gave him a dazzling, joyful smile that momentarily made him forget the weight of his own body. Jared walked out of the bathroom, towel around his waist. He gave Hayden a knowing, subtle nod of approval before heading into their walk-i

Hayden looked at the clients in the conference window on his laptop. They were all in suits, all looking too serious for a Tuesday morning. “Mr. Oakley, we reviewed the projected numbers you sent, and we are really impressed.”"And as you can see, the projected 18% return on capital is conservative, given our existing infrastructure," Hayden stated, clicking through a slide. The door to his study suddenly opened silently, and Myla slipped in. She was wearing only an oversized white button-down shirt that barely covered her thighs, and her eyes held a spark of pure, unadulterated mischief.Hayden looked at her, a brow arched in a silent question, but she said nothing.She stood in front of Hayden’s desk, ensuring that she was in full view, then let the shirt slide off one shoulder as she stretched, letting the soft fabric cling to her curves. Hayden’s voice caught. “—uh…yeah, the projected returns… sorry, continue.”One of the investors started speaking, but Hayden barely heard him.

The morning sunlight bathed the bedroom in soft gold. The air still smelled faintly of sex, sweat, and something sweeter... contentment.Myla blinked awake slowly.Jared was sprawled on his stomach beside her, one arm draped protectively across Beck’s back. Beck was curled into Jared’s side, face soft and peaceful in sleep. Hayden lay behind Myla, chest pressed against her back, his arm circled firmly around her waist. His breath was steady, warm against her neck.They all looked… beautiful like this.Untangled from any struggles or stress.Just three men who loved each other without hesitation.She smiled slightly as she watched the way Jared absentmindedly stroked Beck’s hip even in his sleep. The casual intimacy made something hot pool deep in her belly.Hayden stirred behind her. “Good morning love,” he murmured, kissing her nape, his voice rough with sleep. "Why are you up?" She smiled, turning in his

“You know, I’m actually starting to think the aliens are the good guys here,” Myla mumbled.She and Beck were curled up on a couch in the smaller living room, a blanket draped over both their legs. A half-finished bowl of popcorn rested on Beck’s stomach while Myla lay tucked against his side, her head on his shoulder, his fingers idly twisting a lock of her hair.The lights were dim, the TV screen glowing softly with soft colors as they watched a terrible, low-budget sci-fi movie.“They probably are,” Beck agreed, planting a lazy kiss on her temple. “The guy trying to save the world is obviously an incompetent idiot.”The sound of footsteps sounded from the hallway.Myla called out, thinking that it was Jared. “Jay, come see this ridiculous movie with us.”When no reply came, she turned her head toward the entry…. and froze.Hayden stood in the doorway wearing soft cotton joggers and a worn gray t-shirt, and he wasn't leaning on anything. His hands weren't braced on crutches, nor we