Show & Sell: A Dark MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  “I promise. Thank you so much for getting here so quickly and getting him stable,” I reply.

  “I’ll always come to you as quickly as you holler,” he says. “Now, he needs to get in his bed if we want him to rest properly. Can you assist me, Ms. Aurora?”

  “Absolutely,” I answer.

  I walk with Dr. Pembroke out to the hallway, and we lift him as best we can and bring him to his room, laying him on his bed.

  I grab a pillow, fluff it, and place it behind his head. I push his bangs out of his face and kiss his forehead before turning and departing the room.

  “About how long before he wakes up?” I ask.

  “Oh, an hour or so. If it’s longer than two hours, smack his face a bit to jostle him. And if he still doesn’t respond, call me again. I’ll be around the area for the afternoon to be sure I can help. As a matter of fact, send me a quick text message when he wakes so I know not to worry about him,” he instructs.

  “Will do, Doc. Thank you again,” I say.

  I give him a good thank you hug and see him out the door.

  As I close the door behind him, I turn my back against it and sigh deeply.

  Today has already become a roller coaster. Every day with Anders seems to be an unexpected battle, and I just never know when he’s going to pull something like this.

  It takes a big toll on me, whether he even cares or not. At least this time, I was able to get the business off my mind, getting it squared away and being able to focus on him once Doc got him going.

  I walk over to the couch, grabbing my phone from the kitchen along the way and a box of chocolates from the factory to get myself relaxed. I plop down onto the cushion, remembering briefly what happened on the last couch I sat on, sending a shiver down my spine.

  Even with Anders pushing me to participate in the auction, and knowing that I had to do it because of what he got us into, I’m happy I did.

  The outcome was much too rewarding to have even a shadow of a doubt that it was the right thing for me. It’s dumb for me to even admit, but I feel like such a changed woman.

  I’m staring at the world through new eyes. And I love it.

  As I sit, enjoying the silenc, my social media feed, and a dark chocolate truffle, I get a text from an unfamiliar number. I open my messages.

  It’s from Finn.

  My heart starts pounding in my chest as I read it.

  He wants me to attend the opera with him in a couple of days. I accept the offer with trembling hands.

  I get to see him again.

  We’re seeing the famous “Carmen.”

  I’m so fucking excited.

  Chapter 17

  Finn

  My desk is uncharacteristically littered with papers, files, and notes. I’ve done very little in the way of work since meeting Aurora. That one magical evening when she gave us her virginity is fresh on my mind.

  The problem is…I want more.

  Yes, my brothers and I made a bargain, a pact, to stay away from her, but it’s damn near killing me to do so.

  I’m totally obsessed with the woman, and I think about her all the time. I think about her sweet, tight pussy and how I want to claim it again. When I turn up at work, I have the best of intentions to get my shit together, but before I realize it, hours have passed with me not doing one single productive thing.

  Unless you call daydreaming productive.

  I vow today will be different. I mean, today is the day of our date. I’m going to fucking see her, so I should just be able to focus.

  A full day’s work is the least I can turn out. I’m usually a machine, hyper-focused on work and making money. But Aurora has changed all that.

  She’s changed me.

  If I weren’t my own boss, I’d be at serious risk of losing my job. I don’t believe in paying for dead weight. If you sign up to work at Grayson Enterprises, you sign up to work.

  When you don’t pull your weight, you’re cut loose. Just like that.

  People around here aren’t allowed to waste my fucking day, so why am I wasting my own? I’m doing the very thing I abhor in my workers. I set the bar high, and I better start following my own standards lest I get soft.

  I try to focus, make a few phone calls, but it’s impossible to operate at my best. I should be coming up with brilliant ideas to expand the exclusive phone chat line of the company. I should be pulling my weight and doing right by my father’s legacy, but it’s all for naught.

  The day drags on and instead of working late like I usually do, I have my car come pick me up well before five o’clock. I bow out gracefully using the VIP elevator and go home to my penthouse.

  For once, I don’t hang around the office, looking for some hot pussy or any other kind of distraction. I don’t hit the bar scene or the clubs. I don’t meet my friends for dinner or drinks.

  Tonight is mine, and it’s going to go perfectly. Tonight’s what I’ve been waiting for. I planned everything out.

  The only problem is getting her beautiful face out of my mind.

  Images flash across my brain.

  Blonde hair. Blue eyes.

  Perfect tits. Pouty mouth.

  And that virgin pussy.

  In the confines of my spacious penthouse, I feel like the walls are closing in.

  I have to get out.

  I grab my sweats and put on my running shoes. There’s nothing like a sprint through the city to keep my mind out of trouble. I hit the pavement.

  One foot in front of the other. I go down the main road, turn left at the corner, and head for the park. Then I weave my way through the city.

  I feel like Rocky training for the event of my lifetime.

  Sure, it’s cold, but I’ve got electricity pumping through my veins. I’m so high on the adrenaline that comes with seeing her that I need to let off some steam. If I don’t, I might just explode.

  I breathe in deeply and run for a long time through the city. I don’t know what this girl is doing to me and why I feel so obsessed with her. I mean, I do know—she’s a goddamn fucking goddess.

  But never have I been so uneasy about being with a woman. Normally, I’m confident and not easily shaken. But something about Aurora catches me off guard.

  Her eyes seem to strike into my soul, revealing the very essence of my being.

  It’s like she sees me—the real me.

  And I’m not about to let that go.

  So I run home. I run fast, and I pump all the blood and adrenaline through my body, so that by the time I see her tonight, I’m nice and prepared, cool as a cucumber.

  Once home, I go back up to the penthouse, and suddenly the air in here doesn’t feel so stifling.

  I take a hot shower. I make it so hot that it’s damn near scalding. The water runs over my body, and even though I’m trying to forget about her for one fucking second, there’s a dull ache of want and need harbored within my chest at all times.

  I finish and wrap a white terry-cloth towel around my waist. Looking in the mirror, I realize that this is it. Tonight will make or break me.

  Usually, I don’t care if a woman decides to come or go in and out of my life. But like I said, this one’s different. There’s something about her that makes me feel like I need to protect her.

  I put on some aftershave and then walk through the apartment semi-naked to make myself a drink. In my heart, I know we’ll end up back here somehow.

  My penthouse is impressive, draped in shades of gray and black-and-white. It’s modern and has every amenity you could think of. I have a private chef, a trainer, and a masseuse.

  I have every type of person I could want my life, except for anyone that truly matters.

  She matters.

  I don’t know why, but there’s a reason she’s still on my mind.

  Sipping my whiskey, I go outside. The cold air almost hurts my naked skin, but it feels so good that I ignore the pain.

  New York City is alive and well. The dinner hour is upon us, and I can see sw
arms of people traveling through the city, being tourists, going to their prescribed destinations.

  Yeah, I know I have to hurry up and get ready. I have plans for us tonight. We’re going to see the opera called Carmen. It’s only in town for tonight, and I managed to get tickets.

  Am I trying to impress her with my love of opera and everything cultured?

  Maybe.

  For some reason, I just really care about winning over this girl’s heart. I want her to think highly of me. I want to be the only man that she thinks about and the only man that she’s with.

  I know I just have to get my fill of her once more, and then I’ll know what to do. She may or may not be permanent. I don’t know anything yet.

  But I do know that if I don’t get into my suit soon and make my way to her apartment, then we’ll be late. So reluctantly, I go back inside.

  The cold air was waking me up and making me feel alive again. It was making me feel like my old self—and that to I need to be tonight. I need to be Finn Grayson, the most confident and charming man in town.

  I need to be irresistible for her, and that only comes with confidence.

  So I go to my sumptuous walk-in closet and pick out my most expensive Armani suit. Then I call my driver and make sure he’s on time. I down the final drops of my top-shelf whiskey and make my way downstairs.

  For a second, thoughts of my brothers plague my mind. I know that I’m kinda betraying them, but I’m not sure that I care. It’s not like we’ve been close as of late—or ever.

  Rather, there’s been as competitive streak running between us. We set it aside for one night, the night we took Aurora’s virginity, but that was the only time I’ve ever been on the same playing field as my brothers.

  I know that by taking her out tonight, I run the risk of losing my brothers, the only family I have left, but I don’t really fucking care.

  I have to see her.

  Simple as that.

  So I get in the limo and don’t look back.

  Chapter 18

  Aurora

  The dressing room mirror doesn’t lie.

  My body is on point, and all those Pilates classes have paid off.

  The red, velvet strapless dress clings to my body in all the right places.

  I look at myself in the mirror and can’t believe what a different person I am.

  The old me wouldn’t look twice at this dress. The new me wants to be sexy.

  The old me wouldn’t be craving a man…heck, she wouldn’t have known how to crave a man. But the new me has been introduced to the ways of the world—of sex and of love. My eyes have been opened.

  I see what all the fuss is about. And the wetness happening between my legs is evidence of how much I do want Finn.

  He’s the only one of the three guys to have contacted me, and that makes me feel good.

  I’m surprised at his request to take me to the opera, but I’m not going to complain. That doesn’t mean, however, that my nerves aren’t in overdrive.

  I’m surprised that Finn called, and also I’m increasingly nervous to see him. I’m no longer a virgin. He and his brothers took care of that. And yet I think about the night that we shared together all the time.

  My heart begins to race, and my pulse quickens every time I think about those lips and what it felt like to have all those hands on my body and, most importantly, the feeling of their 12-inch cocks sliding in and out of me.

  I thought I’d never see the guys again—and then Finn surprised me, and now here I am, shopping for an opera dress.

  The salesperson says, “That looks gorgeous on you. Absolutely stunning. You’d be mad not to get it.”

  “You think?” I say, turning around in the mirror.

  “Definitely.”

  I know she’s trying to get me to buy the dress, but I also know that this is the winner, the perfect dress to capture Finn’s interest.

  “Okay, I’ll take it. Thanks for your help,” I say to her.

  Finn. He told me to get a dress, and I did. Sometimes, I think I’d do whatever he asked. I feel this incessant need to satisfy him, to be his.

  Once I change back to my clothes, the salesperson takes my gown and wraps it up. Another purchase, another day. Having money makes everything better, even if I had to sell my body to get here.

  I’m just lucky that my guys turned out to be so great. And now it looks like things with Finn might continue into something more.

  I dare not hope it goes past the opera, but it’s nice to have something other than Anders in my life to focus on.

  The town car picks me, and I’m happy to go back to the apartment. I know everything will be quiet, because Anders hasn’t shown his face for days. That doesn’t mean I’m not worried about him, but then, he’s always on my mind.

  Once inside the apartment, I inspect the place and realize quickly he’s not there. It’s too clean for him to be home.

  A part of me always hopes that he comes home and that he’s decided to turn away from his horrible lifestyle. Maybe it’s naïve, but I can never stop hoping that my brother gets better.

  I put my shopping down on the table and look around the apartment to make sure he’s really gone.

  “Anders? Anders, are you here?”

  There’s no response. Only silence reverberates throughout the apartment. I’m not surprised.

  I knew he’d be gone. He’s always gone. The problem is I can tell his health is becoming worse.

  The addiction is starting to take its toll on his mind and body. He’s not the same brother I’ve always known. He’s turning into a different person, a meaner version of himself.

  I ache for someone to talk to. I wish I had people in my life who care.

  I don’t know what to do about Anders. I don’t know what to do about the business. And in this space, I feel utterly alone.

  Checking the time, I realize my date is approaching. I hop into a quick shower and allow the water to wash over my body. I take care to shave all the most intimate parts of my body, and I find myself dreaming that Finn will touch me there.

  Instead, I touch myself and, with the warm water flowing, I move my hand in circles, rubbing my clit and thinking of him.

  It doesn’t take long once I imagine his muscular body, his cock, and his blue eyes. I come easily, my heart pounding. And I want more, but there’s no time.

  I turn the water off and sit for a moment on the shower floor, letting my breath even out once again.

  As I think of him and what might commence tonight, I feel on edge and as though my senses are heightened. The prospect of seeing Finn makes me feel nervous. The last time I was with him, we were surrounded by other people, his brothers.

  And tonight it’s just going to be us. What will we talk about?

  The question that’s on my mind the most is why did he choose me? I didn’t think it was likely to ever see him again, and yet here we are, going to the opera. What am I supposed to make of that?

  I get out of the shower, pull on a robe, and go about my ritual of getting ready. I want to look perfect for him.

  I apply my makeup with care and make sure that my lipstick matches the new dress I bought. I blow dry my hair and curl it before brushing it to one side. I put black kohl around my eyes and think that I look dramatic…perfect for the opera.

  Stepping into my dress, I admire myself in the mirror. I’m not narcissistic, but even I have to admit that tonight, I look pretty damn good. There’s nothing like an opera dress to cheer a girl up.

  Henry, the doorman from downstairs, calls to alert me to the fact that Finn has arrived. I go down to meet him and see his handsome face talking to Henry in the lobby.

  He turns to see me and, for a second, our eyes lock. Time stands still, and there’s only us.

  Henry ceases to exist, and so do the walls and the building. It’s just him and me in our fantasy world, our own moment of seduction.

  I break our gaze first and look nervously towards Henry. Maybe he’ll
say something to break the ice.

  Instead, Finn takes command.

  He approaches me and says, “You look ravishing.”

  I attempt to hide my blushing cheeks though I know it’s impossible. He’s looking at me with intensity, like he’s fully aware of the sparks that are flying between us.

  “Thank you, Finn. That means a lot. I see you’ve met Henry. He’s like family around here,” I say.

  “Well, then it’s good to meet you, Henry. I’m Finn,” I watch him shake Henry’s hand and admire how nice he’s being to the old man for my sake.

  Henry looks at him watchfully and says, “Take care of her.”

  “Don’t worry, I will,” Finn says with a wink and a smile.

  As we walk away, I tell him, “Henry’s very protective of me. With my brother gone, he feels the need to scrutinize all of my dates, not that there’s been very many.”

  I don’t tell Finn about the death of my parents or about my drug-addicted brother. I don’t say that, sadly, Henry’s the closest thing to a grandfather I have, even though he’s just the doorman.

  Finn smiles, and he looks pleased to have me take his arm. He’s wearing a suit, and he looks fucking hot in it.

  I have to control the wetness that’s starting to spread between my legs. There’s no use in ruining this opera dress now. I’ve only just barely put it on.

  He takes me out to the waiting limo. We get in, and I see that he has champagne and chocolate waiting for us.

  “The chocolates are from your family’s business. I thought you might like to try them,” he says, offering me a piece.

  He pours me a glass of champagne to complement the chocolate, and I take it.

  “Thank you, but if I’m honest, I’ve had enough chocolate in my system to last a lifetime.”

  We both laugh, and the limo takes off. There’s nothing like New York City at night, especially from the confines of a limousine.

  I people-watch and see all the tourists and New Yorkers going about their evening. It’s like any other day, except this time I’m with a man. He has no idea how inexperienced I am in the realm of dating. And I have no intention of making it obvious.