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💚 Three Is Better Than Two 💚
Ana was looking for a flat, and she found two flatmates in two handsome men. Will the three of them be able to live together, or will it clash and end up in tears?
‼️Rated M - {Out Of Characters/All Human/Alternate Universe}‼️
‼️Romance/Angst/Drama/Lemons‼️
‼️AS/CG/Jack Hyde/Elliott Steele‼️
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Chapter 6 (1,5K)
In the months that followed her illness, Ana received flowers on a weekly basis. The mystery of who sent them existed for only a week. She had first thought of Taylor who didn't respect their agreement on friendship, but he quickly debunked that theory. Then she called her brother who reminded her that he knew better than to send her flowers without chocolates. So she asked the guys if they knew who delivered the flowers and they admitted that it was from them because they knew she likes flowers. And now, her room always smelled like flowers.
In truth, her sickness had gotten them all even closer. Not that they weren't really close, to begin with, but something changed after her pneumonia that made her feel that they were more than roommates, more than friends, but she couldn't really pinpoint what they were, yet. They spent even more time together, and it wasn't unusual for Ana to ditch a night of partying for a quiet movie or game night with the guys. Still, she made it a point to see her other friends as well to find some sort of balance.
She also heard them in bed quite regularly, but she didn't necessarily try to avoid the noise anymore. In fact, more than once she simply wished she could join in their fun. If she was bolder, she would simply cross the flat and ask to participate in their nightly activities. But that was just the horny girl in er. The reasonable girl reminded her that Jack and Christian were in a committed relationship and not some college dudes looking to have fun by experiencing different things in life.
Still, she couldn't help but wonder what type of lover they were. She seldom heard Jack, contrarily to Christian who loved to be vocal, foul mouth and dominant. And it honestly turned her on. She did try to get herself a man to stop thinking of her roommates this way by going on a couple of dates, but she didn't connect with either guy and never even went to first base with the guys. There was just something missing.
On a Sunday night, Ana did her laundry, like she did every week and put the clothes she was wearing in the washing machine like she did every week before putting her robe on. It was her routine, and it usually lasted two minutes, just the time for her to start the laundry and go back to her room. What she didn't expect was to find Christian in the corridor as she was tying her robe. In all the months she had been living there, none of the guys ever caught her in just her underwear and robe.
Christian looked at her from head to toe, clearly appreciating what he was seeing, but Ana simply rolled her eyes as she told him, "Get your mind out of the gutter, Christian. I'm just doing the laundry."
He smirked, getting closer to her, "Oh, Ana, you have no idea what goes through my mind when I see you with so little clothes."
His eyes travelled her face, intense and definitely lustful for her as his hand slowly traced the junction between her shoulder and her robe. She felt his fingers delicately expose a bit more skin before he stopped and cleared his throat, "You're lucky I am a gentleman and a man of my word."
"Man of your word?" She repeated, confused, but he simply looked at her with that lustful smirk of his.
"I made a promise to Jack, and I intend on keeping it."
"Good. Because I'll never be the homewrecker, Christian. No matter how hot and bothered you make me."
"I make you hot and bothered?" He chuckled before lifting her chin up with his index and thumb, and telling her with intensity, "Believe me, Darling, you're far from being a homewrecker. You're just … it's just a question of timing."
Then he left and went back to his room and Ana did the same, confused as ever by what just happened and what Christian said. She had no idea of what he meant, but instead of trying to decipher his conundrum, she found herself laying on her bed, closing her eyes and reminiscing of the way Christian's fingers ghosted her skin, sending shivers all over her body. And she wondered again what type of lover Christian was.
He was definitely dominant, definitely rude in bed, but she didn't think he was brutal because she never saw a single bruise of Jack. And she had the occasion to see both guys shirtless countless times. And Jack always seemed happier in the mornings that followed their coitus.
Or maybe she was imagining all of this and she just missed sex. After all, it had been years now since she had sex with another person and even then, her boyfriend had been good, but not great. It wasn't really instinctive for him, and Ana had to guide him into giving her an orgasm. Maybe she just envied the obvious sexual harmony between the guys.
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On the first weekend of May, Ana and Elliott went to the cemetery and paid their respect to their parents. It had been three years since their death now, and it was still as painful as when she was announced the death of her parents. She still had the vivid image of her mother and father, laying in the morgue, their body completely broken. Especially Carla. Carla had always been a babe, Ray even joked that time forgot to pay her a visit and age her. People often thought that she was Ana's older sister and not her mother. But on the day of the accident … Ana was just glad that Elliott never saw her like that. He wouldn't have been able to endure it.
As per usual, the two siblings shared their pain and grief, and Ana made sure that Elliott wasn't blaming himself. She did her best to cheer him up before she left, so he wouldn't be gloomy and depressed on his own. But on her way home, left alone with her thoughts, she started wondering if she was a bad person deep down.
It had been three years since her parents' death, and it had been three years since anyone wished her a happy birthday. A selfish part of her wanted people to celebrate her birthday, or at least acknowledge it. Sure, she didn't want a raging party, but just those couple of words that would officialise her getting older. But she couldn't talk about it to Elliott, because she knew how he worked. He would find a way to blame himself and he had suffered enough in her eyes.
So when she came home, she was beaten down physically and emotionally. She just longed to be in her bed to finally let go and cry her heart out. She never cried at the cemetery because she was the shoulder Elliott cried on. She didn't blame him, but she knew he blamed himself for taking their parents away and robbing her of her birthday. He didn't need her tears as well.
When she opened the door she found the guys watching a movie and so she plastered her best smile on her face when Christian turned his head to her and hailed at her, "Hey girl, what up?"
"Just a weekend with my brother, enjoying the nice sun of Cali. Now, I'm just going to—"
"Come sit with us for a moment," Jack told her, tapping the sofa between him and Christian. She did, not mentally strong enough to argue and after a couple of minutes of silence, she felt Christian's eyes on her as he asked,
"You okay?"
"Yes, of course."
He gave her a pointed look and just by the way he was holding her gaze, she knew that he knew exactly what she did over the weekend. She had no doubt that Elliott opened his big mouth when she was down with pneumonia and now she had yet another set of people knowing about her tragic birthday.
"Don't worry."
"Don't keep it in. Trust me, it's no good."
"I'm not —" she started, before stopping whatever lie she was going to say under his intensive stare. She felt Jack move closer to her and take her hand in his as he told her,
"If you need to cry, we're here for you, Ana."
"I... I …" she tried to find her words, but nothing came. Nothing but a tear rolling down her cheek. "Am I a terrible person for wanting … Nothing."
Jack squeezed a little her hand and when she looked his way, he gave her a sad smile, saying the words she had been longing to hear for three years now, "Happy birthday, Ana."
Without being able to hold herself, she burst into tears and Christian wrapped his arm around her so she could cry on his shoulder. She felt him kiss her hair as Jack put her feet on his lap, and they let her cry her heart out, until she fell asleep in their arms, under their watch.
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