Jade felt her cheeks flush as the silence in the room stretched out. The weight of their question hung heavily in the air, and she could feel all three of their eyes on her, waiting for a response. She swallowed hard, her palms damp as she tried to think of what to say.
Finally, she cleared her throat, her voice coming out softer than she intended. “I haven’t tried it before,” she admitted, her gaze flicking between them. “But… I guess I’m open to trying new things.”
The room remained quiet for a heartbeat, and then Milan’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with approval as he leaned back against his desk, his voice smooth and deliberate.
“That’s our girl,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction.
Milan took Jade's face in his hand and kissed her while Enzo played with her nipples and Thiago spanked her ass.
Jade was moaning loudly as Milan was pounding her hard. Enzo was sucking on her nipples, and Thiago was spanking her ass. Jade was begging for more as Milan was making her orgasm. She was crying out in pleasure as Milan was fucking her pussy. Enzo was moaning as Jade was sucking his dick. Thiago was cumming in her mouth as she was swallowing every drop.
***
Jade sat in the back of the cab, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. Her mind was a chaotic mess, replaying everything that had happened just a few hours ago. She pressed her fingers to her lips absentmindedly, the memory of their kisses still lingering on her skin.
She shook her head, trying to ground herself. I made out with my bosses. Not one of them—all of them.
Her cheeks flushed at the thought. She wasn’t naive; she’d seen their interest in her growing over time, but she had convinced herself it was harmless. That it wasn’t serious. Yet tonight had changed everything.
The way Milan’s sharp gaze bore into her, the way Enzo’s smirk softened into something almost tender, the way Thiago’s teasing touch turned possessive—it had all felt overwhelming and thrilling at once. But what shocked her most wasn’t their actions—it was her own.
She hadn’t hesitated. Not really. She had wanted it, and the realization sent a wave of confusion crashing over her.
Why did it feel so normal?
Her phone buzzed in her bag, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts. She fished it out, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the name on the screen: Clair.
Great, she thought, opening the message.
Clair: “Tomorrow you’re flying to Bangkok. Be ready by 9 a.m.”
Jade blinked at the screen, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Bangkok? Tomorrow?
She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. Of course. This was her life now, being whisked across the globe at a moment’s notice. No explanations, no warnings—just a text from Clair and the looming presence of the three men who now seemed to have claimed her as their own.
The cab pulled up in front of her grandmother’s house, and Jade climbed out, giving the driver a quick thank-you before making her way inside. The quiet of the house felt almost surreal after the intensity of the day. She kicked off her shoes and dropped her bag by the door, heading straight to the kitchen for a glass of water.