“Give me a few weeks and it’ll all be cleared. Like they’ve never been here,” Carl says with a smile.
I gape at him. “A few weeks?”
“To make sure they’re all gone. Yeah.” He nods, rubbing his meaty hand through his hair.
“But …” I look between him and the apartment, then down the hallway. “Where are we supposed to go in the meantime?”
Carl shrugs. “You got any friends? Family you can stay with?”
I glance at Jen. She’s my only friend. My only person. She bites her lip and glances at Trey, who now has his arm slung around her neck. “Trey has a sofa.”
“Yeah. You can both stay with me. My place is small, but it’s clean. No roaches,” he adds with a wink. “The sofa’s a two-seater, and the living room is also kind of the kitchen, but I’m sure you can squeeze on. Sometimes my buddy, Razor, crashes on it. He’s like five foot ten, so you should fit. He’ll just sleep on the floor if you’re on the couch.”
I close my eyes and take a moment to think. Just two more paychecks and I might have enough to put down a deposit for my own place. But until then, do I really want to sleep on a tiny sofa in Trey’s apartment, listening to him and Jen bang all the time while a guy called Razor keeps me company?
I look down at my meager belongings which Jen kindly packed up for me. I’m beyond grateful that they’re not sitting in the roach-infested apartment.
She places a hand on my forearm. “I think I got all your essentials, girl.”
I nod. I’ll take her word for it because now that I know what’s beyond that door, I can’t imagine stepping foot inside her apartment ever again. Not that Trey’s sofa sounds all that much more appealing.
“So, my place?” Trey asks.
I fish my phone out of my pocket. Am I really going to do this? Because accepting their offer doesn’t only mean accepting a room, albeit a room in the lap of luxury that’s bigger than Jen’s whole apartment. It means I’m dating them. All three of them. But damn if a thrill of excitement doesn’t shoot through me at the prospect. It’s been two days since they made their indecent proposal, and I’ve thought of little else in that time. I want to be all in, but something has been holding me back. Maybe this is exactly the push I need.
“It’s okay. I think I have somewhere I can crash.”
Jen’s face breaks into a huge smile. “You do? Where?”
“With that guy I told you about.” I give her a look that I hope conveys what I’m thinking—please don’t ask me about all the juicy details right now in front of Trey. And Carl, the roach guy.
“The guy from your date on Saturday?” She reads me so well. “Th—I mean, he said you could stay there?”
My face heats, but I nod.
“Lils … are you sure?”
“Yep. I got it covered. It’s all good.”
“Cool.” Jen beams at me as Trey presses a kiss on her head. I’m pretty sure he’s as relieved as I am that I’m not about to be living in his kitchen/dining/living room with his friend, Razor. “You need a ride?”
I think back to the message Xander sent me earlier today.
Let me know as soon as you’ve made a decision and we’ll send a car.
The decision I was always going to make has now been made for me. “Nope, I’ve got one. Thanks.”
True to his word, Xander sent a car as soon as I messaged him to confirm I was taking them up on their offer. And now I’m in their private elevator once more, my knees trembling and heart racing while sweat trickles down my back. This is not at all how I expected my day to end up. Dating three guys is not what normal women do. Dating three insanely hot billionaires is not even in the same realm as normal. But then, what about my life so far has been?
The doors open and my fingers instinctively tighten around the handles of my bags. This is it, Lily. No going back now. The first face I see is Xander’s. He’s smiling widely, and for some reason I start to laugh. This is insane, right? My gaze doesn’t linger on his face for long because he’s shirtless and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants. And holy mother of all that is sacred, his abs look like they’ve been chiseled by the gods themselves. And that V. My eyes drop lower, to the outline of his incredibly impressive … Holy fucknuggets.
“Let me get those for you.” West says, snapping me out of my daze. Pretty sure I just dropped at least eighty IQ points. His warm fingers brush mine when he takes my bags from me.