Prologue

Hello, my name is Usagi Tsukino, I'm 28 years old, and I work as an assistant to a famous art dealer. In my job, organization is everything. I have to keep track of all the appointments and facts precisely, and it has spilled over into my private life.

My biggest problem is that I love men, real men, in plural. I don't even know how it came to this, but there are three, and the most important thing is that they must never find out about each other. I love each of them in a very special way, and each of them completes me in his own way. But let's start at the beginning, maybe I can still put it together.

Chapter 1

Man Number 1, Mamoru Chiba.

I've known him for half my life. He used to be such a big shot, such a real snob, so arrogant... a baka, you know what I mean. Mamoru and I had a love-hate relationship from the beginning, even though it was more hate than love at first. He constantly teased me about my bad grades and bullied me. Luckily, I eventually changed schools, and he began studying. We only saw each other rarely after that, but even then, there were usually no nice words exchanged between us.

All of that changed on the evening of my last summer festival at the vocational school. I was about to graduate, and to my own surprise, my grades had improved significantly. Motoki was one of my best friends, and he was in charge of the catering for the event that evening. Mamoru, who was also friends with him, offered to help him with the delivery, and there we stood. Me in a damn short hot black dress, on high heels, with my champagne in hand, and he with the big serving tray. With his eyes wide open, he stared over at me, and bam, there was my clumsy streak again. I stumbled, spilled my champagne on his shirt, and fell to the ground. Under the previous circumstances, he probably would have laughed half to death first and then pressed one of his usual sarcastic remarks on me, but something was different that evening. He quickly put down the serving tray and crouched down right next to me, gently took off my shoe and examined it professionally. Of course, he's a doctor, then still a resident, now a chief physician in cardio. A heart doctor. Oh, I'm drifting off again. In any case, our eyes met, and suddenly there was a spark. He brought me home that evening, and we talked about everything all night long. Old stories from the past, how we had been doing during the time we had hardly seen each other, about past loves... Of course, one or two bottles of wine flowed along the way, and so one thing led to another. I wanted to brush it off as a one-night stand, but he seemed to have a real interest in me. At first, I couldn't believe that I really started going out with him, but gradually I got to know so many new good sides of him that he won a place in my heart.

The entire thing went on for three years without complications, happy and monogamous. We were a real model couple. But as life often goes, things turned out differently than expected. Our original plan was to move from two households into a shared apartment after three years. But then Mamoru received an offer from work that he couldn't refuse. However, he had to go to Seattle for 18 months. America. To the other side of the world. Of course, I could have accompanied him, but I had just started a new job and I needed the professional experience, so we said it was only 18 months. After that, we still had the rest of our lives together. In retrospect, the decision to have a long-distance relationship was the trigger for everything. So instead of moving in with me into a shared apartment, Mamoru moved to Seattle. At first, we talked on the phone every day, but we quickly realized that we couldn't keep that up forever. Despite this, we held on to our relationship and counted the weeks until his return together. It was 78 weeks. One day, he surprised me with plane tickets to visit him. I was so happy to see him again, but if I had known that the second important man in my life would enter my life on the flight, I would have probably reacted differently.

Man Number 2, Seiya Kou

Yes, it's strange how everything has come together. So I was on my way to see my boyfriend in America, happy and excited to see him again after five endless months, I whirled through Tokyo Airport. Motoki and his girlfriend Makoto took me to the airport and wished me a good trip. At check-in, there was a problem, the flight was overbooked. After endless discussions, I got a free upgrade to first class. Right next to him. A little exhausted from the discussions, I settled into my seat and exhaled loudly. He gave me a mischievous smile and waited for me to react, but at that point, I didn't know who was sitting next to me. I actually only found out after the 9-hour flight. So I made myself comfortable, chose a movie and ordered something to drink. Every time I wanted to look out the window, I noticed the guy with his long black hair looking at me. Deep blue eyes that fixed on me. I pressed pause, took off my headphones, and asked him directly why he was staring at me. His answer made all my facial features fade, he actually said: that I look like his future wife. After a moment of surprise, I began to laugh out loud, of course, I immediately made it clear that I was already happily taken, but he didn't care. He was so self-assured. The last three hours we argued fiercely, he tried to persuade me to go on a date, and I tried to make it clear that he would have no chance with me. When we got off the plane at Seattle airport, I only found out who I had been arguing with the whole time. Seiya Kou. The frontman of an internationally successful band called Three Lights. That's why he was so self-assured. Before he disappeared into the flashbulbs, he winked at me and said: I'll find you, my darling, and then I'll get my date.

This sentence made me feel sick. Was it a promise or a threat from him? I put these thoughts and the flight aside; I wanted to focus on Mamoru for the next two weeks. The singer would surely forget about me quickly. Think again. After two wonderful weeks in heaven, I returned to my drab everyday life: work, household chores, research for the next day, and finding time for my best friend Minako in between.

Minako was with me that evening. We had ordered food and I was telling her about my amazing experiences in America when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there was a huge bouquet of flowers, I mean really gigantic; I didn't even have a vase big enough for it. As I stumbled into the living room with the monster, Minako spotted a card stuck between the flowers.

-Hello darling, I told you I would find you. I have reserved a table at Kondo for tomorrow evening. Be punctual at 7 pm. S.-

Minako read the card aloud, and her questioning look pierced me. Of course, she wanted to know everything immediately. Who was S.? How did I know him, and why did he invite me to dinner? I explained everything that had happened on the strange flight, but I kept the details of who exactly it was from her.

I struggled for a long time with whether I should go to the meeting, but Minako persuaded me that it would do me good to get out and as long as it remained friendly, Mamoru didn't have to know anything. As you might suspect, it didn't stay just friendly because this pop singer with his cheeky ways set his sights on my heart in the first hour. Minako was right about one thing, Mamoru couldn't find out.

Seiya was in Tokyo for five weeks because of some recordings, and during that time, we spent every evening together after work. You could almost say that he secretly moved in with me during that time. He gave me a lightness that I had never known before, but which I enjoyed very much.

It only got tricky sometimes when Mamoru called, but I quickly got that under control. I called Mamoru in the morning as soon as Seiya had left the house, then I went to work. Coordinating two men, one of whom was on the other side of the world, worked surprisingly well. The five weeks flew by in no time, and it was time to say goodbye to Seiya. He would always be on the road for a few weeks. But it was weird to be alone in the apartment again.

I used the time without men present and devoted myself more to my work. This eventually led to my promotion, and I became the personal assistant to Tokyo's most influential art dealer, Rio Sato. Through this promotion, I then met him.

Man number 3, Diamond Prince

I ran through the streets talking on the phone with Mamoru, with a coffee for my boss and a latte macchiato for myself. I was, once again, way too late, but if I hurried, I could still make it. At exactly 9 o'clock, I walked through the office door. There was a note from my boss on my desk.

You're going to the 12 o'clock meeting, I'm out.

After my morning marathon, I slumped into my chair and sighed. I looked at my colorful appointment calendar.

12 o'clock - Mr. Prince's appointment, painting consultation.

Internally, I rolled my eyes. Painting consultation was one of the most boring things about my job. Often only old, wealthy people came, who didn't know what to do with their money and then bought sinfully overpriced pictures.

I prepared some pictures from different eras in various styles, he would definitely take one of them. During my short break, I quickly talked to Seiya, who was currently in Europe. He had a life of going from one party to the next all over the world. I had to smile when I thought about how he still thought of me and called me almost daily. I seemed to have become important to him in our short time together.

Just before 12 o'clock, I went to the gallery and waited. At exactly 12 o'clock, he arrived. Oh my God, he was hot. He was far from being an old guy. Short white-blonde hair, a white suit, and a face like an angel. Instantly, my knees went weak, my body simply reacting to him. I couldn't explain it to myself. I needed a moment to compose myself, swallowed hard, and then asked him what he was looking for. He was looking for a painting for his brother, something modern for his birthday. I showed him two that I had already narrowed down. He was so enthusiastic about my taste that he took both immediately. I was grinning from ear to ear. My first consultation and two sales right away. Then he looked deeply into my eyes, his black eyes literally piercing mine, and my pulse accelerated. I couldn't refuse his invitation to accompany my boss to the party tonight, where the painting would be delivered.

To make a long story short, I was with my boss at this party for exactly 30 minutes. We handed over the painting, drank a glass of champagne together, and then Diamond Prince, with his deep black eyes, led me into a niche. My body was like wax in his hands, and my head switched off. From the niche, we went into a room, and then there was a third round in the bathroom. The guy had some endurance. I was sure that everything would hurt tomorrow, but I didn't care. He was like a drug that I couldn't get enough of all night. It wasn't just that one night, his schedule was even busier than mine, but when he had time and was in the city, he contacted me. It was clearly more platonic than with the other two, but also sexually much more intense.

So now I sat alone on my sofa, and the chaos in my life was taking its course. As long as only one was in town, no problem. If Diamond and Seiya were in Tokyo at the same time, I had to juggle a bit, but I could handle it well. However, time was ticking against me. Mamoru would be back in three months. You can see that it's not easy to deal with three men.

But Mamoru owned my mind, with no one else could I speak so openly and feel safe in every moment. I have known him for half of my life, and he is infinitely important to me.

Seiya won my heart, with his wit and charm, he always managed to put a smile on my face. With him, everything was just so easy and carefree.

And Diamond ... oh fuck, he owned my desire.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't decide. But the clock kept ticking, tick-tock, tick-tock, in my neck.