by Alexis Angel
I try to wipe away the proof of desire by rubbing my knees together, but it’s not enough to make any difference.
And then, I fucking do it.
I fucking fall. Again.
This time, I face-plant even worse than the last time—if that’s even possible.
I hit the stage hard, and there are no sexy billionaire boyfriends to help me up this time. They tried to be here, but the pageant director was immovable on that front. No men allowed.
I fumble and shake as I try to pick myself up with dignity, but I’m not sure that’s going to be possible.
To my relief, Miss Ireland and Miss Japan come running to my aid.
“Ooch. Fucked that one up, didn’t you?” Miss Ireland drawls in an accent I find absolutely adorable.
She ruffles my hair, her tits bouncing just inches away from my face—not to mention her pussy as she crouches down to help.
But considering that everyone else on stage is naked right now, I think I’ve been desensitized a bit.
“Poor lass—what’ve you hurt?” she asks.
“Just my pride,” I say with a wince.
“Back on the horse, then,” she says, grinning. She and Miss Japan both take me by the arms and help me back to my feet, and we continue with the parade like nothing happened.
But my luck doesn’t hold up for long.
“Bit of a one-trick pony, ain’t ya?” Miss Australia sneers with a cackle, sashaying past all three of us and jumping ahead in the line-up. “You’re fucking unco as fuck, mate. If you’re not gonna watch where you’re going, might as well put a bag over your head—save us the pain of looking at ya.”
I roll my eyes. What a bitch. Women are supposed to empower each other and lift each other up, not tear each other down by laughing like a hyena when one falls and busts their ass...no matter how many times it happens.
I push that little incident behind me and imagine Chase and Eric back at the hotel, fucking me with their huge, thick, and throbbing cocks. I want them to have their way with me, over and over again.
Having sex with them will clear my head. That’s all I need—another fuck and some more of their delicious cum.
After my set is over and the practice concludes, I begin walking backstage en route to the limo I know will be waiting for me. I’m mentally exhausted, but physically burning up and ready for the guys.
I put my pink silk robe on and pop open a Protein Plus shake. I slurp it down like I haven’t had a drink in a decade. I pull out my phone to tell Eric and Chase that I’m on my way.
That’s when I stop in my tracks. There’s a text message from Ryan waiting for me.
Need to talk. I’m in Japan. Where are you?
Fuck.
Why is he doing this to me? This little text message is really throwing a wrench into my night plans with Eric and Chase. I’ve already handled enough drama for a night.
“Kara?” I hear a man’s voice call out.
Shit.
I turn around and gasp.
Ryan is backstage. Our eyes meet, and my stomach flips. Bile forms in my throat, but I wash it down quickly with another gulp of my Protein Plus shake.
He must see how white my face is—or maybe it’s green. Either way, I know I look startled and probably like I’m getting ready to barf all over him.
He jogs up to me, a panicked expression on his face.
“I’m so sorry, Kara, I didn’t mean to alarm you.” He’s frantic, using animated gestures with his hands to explain himself and what the hell he’s doing here.
I want to be the one to speak first. “Ryan...uh...I gotta tell you...this is one hell of a coincidence.” I chuckle nervously.
Ryan stutters but quickly recovers. “I-I’m sorry,” he apologizes again. “When I saw that you were here in Japan promoting Protein Plus at the Miss Sexy USA pageant, I started digging into the brand.”
I shake my head, confused. “Um, why would you do something like that?” He licks his lips and glances around, looking paranoid, as if somebody might be eavesdropping in on our conversation.
“Listen to me,” he says and tries to grip my elbow, but I shove him off.
“It would be really great if you don’t touch me,” I hiss.
He nods but leans in to whisper quietly. “I found some unsettling information about the brand,” he confesses.
I cross my arms and furrow my brow. “Like what?” I ask expectantly.
“Like how several women have come forward and claimed to be irrationally horny for your two stud muffins after drinking the product. It’s warping women’s brains, Kara. If you’ve been drinking it, it’s probably warped yours, too.”
I scoff. “That’s crazy. They’re just protein shakes, Ryan. Take off your tin foil hat, and stop being such a fucking weirdo.”
“It’s not crazy. They’re not allowing their distributors to restock it, and their legal team is already scrambling to cover their asses,” Ryan says. “Besides, I know you, Kara. You don’t act like a slut. The only reason you are even out here doing this crap is because you’ve been totally affected by that fucking drink.”
“Look, I have to go,” I say brashly and move away from him.
“Please,” Ryan calls out with such forceful desperation that it makes me turn around. “Kara, you’ve gotta believe me!”
“What?” I say with impatience. “You blocked me out of your life for two fucking years, dude. I don’t owe you the time of day.”
“The only reason you’re competing is because they brainwashed you. They’re drugging you with that drink, and the side effects are making you wild. This isn’t you, Kara.” There’s desire in Ryan’s eyes—I don’t even pretend not to notice it.
So, there it is. He just wants me back, and he’s willing to spew whatever bullshit he can to reclaim me—or at least get me away from his competition.
He’s jealous, and I pity him, honestly. I also think it’s daring and bold for him to fly all the way to Japan just to spew some kind of conspiracy theory about women being brainwashed by my boyfriends.
“The only crazy one in this situation is you,” I huff and spin on a heel, ready to get away from him because, right now, he disgusts me.
He jogs up to meet me and stands in front of me defiantly, blocking my path.
I sigh with exasperation. “How far will you go to sprout lies, Ryan?”
“I’m not lying!” he roars so loudly that I jump and recoil.
He immediately realizes his mistake and eases out of his abrasive tone. “I’m sorry,” he whispers for the billionth time since our encounter began.
“What do you really want, Ryan?” I narrow my eyes at him, ready for him to get to the point.
“I want you to come back to the States,” he pleads. “I miss you. I miss...us. Come back home, Kara, where you belong. Be my girlfriend again.”
“Um...no, thanks.” I wrinkle my nose in disapproval. “That’s, like, the worst idea I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Ryan’s face collapses into regret, but he has only himself to blame. It’s over between us. He had his chance, and he blew it.
I stand there, staring at him and scrutinizing his face even though I should be running as far as I can, away from him.
His eyes glaze over with wonderment and longing. “You’re so beautiful. You look sexier than ever, Kara.”
I shift my weight awkwardly and then snap myself out of it.
“Piss off,” I tell him.
“Excuse me?” Ryan looks stunned.
“Oh, don’t you understand that? It means this conversation is over.”
“Kara, please,” Ryan calls out behind me, refusing to relent or give up and go home. “You’re not yourself right now. Those drinks are dangerous. Please...if you won’t talk to me, at least heed my warning.”
I ignore him and jog to my waiting limo. I climb inside and throw the door shut behind me with a slam.
Fuck Ryan. He can’t tear me down or break my stride. I’m on top of the worl
d right now.
But as the Tokyo night sky drifts and blurs through the window of the back seat, I find myself seething.
I’d be lying if I said that Ryan’s claims haven’t rattled me...
And there’s only one way to make sure it’s not true.
Chapter 34
Kara
I have to admit it, my head is fucking spinning. Falling flat on my face earlier―combined with Ryan filling my mind with his toxic fucking bullshit―is enough to nearly make my brain explode.
I’m tempted to have a drink—or an entire fucking pizza. But to face Chase and Eric, I need to be composed, not sloshed.
Because one thing is for fucking sure, if I start with one drink—or one greasy slice right now—I won’t stop.
For some reason, the drive to the hotel seems to take extra fucking long. Is the driver fucking lost, or am I just too impatient to function right now?
Take a deep breath Kara, I tell myself and do just that.
The words Ryan spat at me swirl round and round my head like bees in a fucking bottle.
Of course I didn’t want Ryan to see it, but he’s got me rattled. What if there is some fucking truth to all the shit he said? What if there are really hundreds of horny sex-crazed women after my two men?
My men. Fuck.
I might not even need a drink to be under the influence. I’ve been guzzling as much Protein Plus shakes as I’ve wanted over the last few months—and I’ve wanted a whole fucking lot.
Am I under the spell of their magic fucking cum, too? I shake my head.
This is one fucking screwed up mess if Ryan is telling me the truth.
I clutch onto the life-saving thought Ryan was only fucking motivated by getting me back. He finally saw the light and realized what a fucking treasure he lost when he booted me out of his life two years ago. Maybe the only way he knows how to get me back is by spreading untruths about the two men I’ve fallen for.
I can only hope.
Finally, the limo comes to a stop. I practically leap out of it and run through the lobby. I need to hear it from their fucking lips. I need to hear them tell me it’s all fucking right.
In my hurry to get to the room, I bump into a good looking young man who catches me just as I stumble because of our fucking impact.
“Sorry,” I mumble and keep going. There’s definite lust in his eyes and his hands held onto me a bit longer than necessary.
If Chase and Eric had been here, they would’ve beaten the shit out of this guy for getting so handsy with me. But they’re not here—and I don’t fucking care. I’m on a fucking mission, and nothing or nobody is going to get in my way.
I see them as soon as I burst through the door.
“Hey, babe,” Eric smiles and comes toward me.
“How was it?” Chase is close on his heels.
“Is it true? Fucking tell me!” I yell. I’m breathing harder than if I’d just bench-pressed fifty reps of my max weight. “Your fucking protein shakes. Are they really fucking with women’s heads? Are they fucking with mine?”
The second I see the glances they exchange, my heart drops right into my fucking little toe.
They knew. All this time, they fucking knew.
“Is what true?” asks Chase, which makes me feel worse.
“Don’t treat me as if I’m a fucking dumb bimbo. You know what I’m talking about.” I’m so angry I feel like punching someone, maybe even punching one or both of them.
How could they betray me like this? I mean, I fucking trusted them.
“It’s a possible minor side effect,” Eric admits. “We’ve got our people on it right now—and obviously as soon as we realized it might be happening, we pulled the line.”
“Minor side effect? You call getting women all horny and lusting after you a minor side effect? You’ve got be fucking kidding me,” I scream at them and look around. I need to throw something. I need to grab something and rip it to shreds.
Fuck. I need to do something—anything—to let off steam right now.
I glare at the two of them. They haven’t shifted at all in their body language, but guilt is written all over their fucking faces.
My face is burning with shame.
So Ryan was fucking right. I’ve been brainwashed. I can’t fucking believe it.
“Look, babe,” starts Eric, but when I glare at him, he stops.
“Don’t fucking babe me!” I yell. “You should’ve told me. How long have you known? I mean, like, Christ, guys! How could you?”
Anger turns to shame, to frustration, to fury, to resentment and a hundred other fucking emotions I can’t all work out right now.
“Calm down, Kara,” Chase chimes in and takes a step toward me. “We’ve only known for a few days. We’ve been looking for the right time to tell you, but—”
“Oh, and that makes it alright does it? You fucking took advantage of me.” My voice is getting more and more high pitched as I’m bordering on hysteria. I know I need to get a fucking grip, but I just can’t get my head around what’s been going on.
Maybe I would’ve taken the news better if anyone other than Ryan had delivered it. If Chase and Eric would’ve just come clean with me, I wouldn’t feel so stupid and betrayed right now.
Fucking Ryan. He must have been fucking foaming at the mouth to come and spill the beans on what he knew.
“Kara,” Eric clears his throat. “We did try and tell you. Several fucking times, in fact.”
I glower at him, hands on my hips. “You never told me about any fucking side effect―minor or otherwise. Never,” I stop. I bite my bottom lip.
Finally, I’ve had enough, and the rage is boiling over. I march past them and head for the lounge. I grab the cushions and throw them with all the power I can muster at their fucking attractive heads.
From there, I march to the little kitchenette. I randomly open drawers and cupboards. Cutlery, pots and pans all bite the dust. The clanging and banging they make as they land on the tiled floor a reflection of my inner fucking turmoil.
Just as I reach for a bunch of plates, strong hands grab me from behind, and another set holds my hands so I can’t throw the porcelain.
Tears of anger are rolling down my cheek. I feel Chase pick me up, and I start kicking. With any luck, I might even get him in his sexy, traitorous balls.
“Kara,” he says and carries me away from the zone of destruction. “Listen to us. We know it was wrong to keep you in the dark, but you need to fucking listen for a sec.”
His arms around my body produce an instant fucking response. Wet. I’m getting fucking wet for him, even now!
Calculating little shit.
“Put me down,” I hiss and spit.
“Only if you promise to listen.”
I squirm and make things only worse. My body moving against his tight grip sends ripples of pleasure through me. I can’t fucking stay angry if I’m getting horny.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll have to restrain you until you do.”
Fucking bastard has me exactly where he fucking wants me.
“Okay,” I mumble and stop struggling.
“I can’t hear you,” says Eric.
“Okay,” I reply loud and clear. “I’ll listen.”
“Look.” Eric is now standing in front of me, and I try to move away from both of them. Knowing the side effect makes me feel as if I’m even hornier than I ever have been.
“It’s been fucking crazy, with the pageant and training you, and success of the product,” Chase says.
I fold my arms in front of me and try to slow my breathing.
“We didn’t want to rattle you before the contest,” Eric adds.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but we only had your best interest at heart, babe. I mean, we think you’re fucking awesome and deserve all the success you can get,” Chase says.
“We were wrong not to tell you right away, and we’re sorry. Of course, there were a couple of times we tried to
tell you, but…”
Eric and Chase share a look.
“You kind of launched yourself at us every time we tried,” Chase finishes.
I have to admit they both have those kind of puppy dog eyes, the ones where the puppy looks at you knowing he’s done something wrong but desperate to reassure you he didn’t mean it and will be better next time.
I feel something stir deep in my memory. Yes, maybe there had been times when they had tried to talk to me…and I have been pretty much throwing myself at them every chance I can get…but whose fault is that?
Brainwashed by billionaire cum. I shake my head. I should have fucking known those shakes tasted too good to be true.
“Okay,” I grumble and am not quite sure what to do or say now. “It’s just I’ve been so horny for both of you.”
“If you want us to go, we’ll go,” Chase says quietly, and I feel both their eyes on me.
I bite my bottom lip. Now I feel like bawling my fucking eyes out.
“I don’t fucking know,” I wail. “What if I’ve only been attracted to the two of you because of the fucking shakes?”
There, I said it. I’d spoken out loud what occurred to me before.
“Only one way to find out,” Eric says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I stare them both down with tears in my eyes. I’ve never been so fucking happy with two men in my life. Actually, I’ve never been so fucking happy ever.
Maybe I shouldn’t count my chickens before they hatch, or whatever the fucking saying is. Instead of jumping to conclusions and throwing away everything I’ve just earned in the last few months, I need to make an informed decision and not simply throw in the towel on a whim.
“Okay,” I turn to both of them. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay. I’ll go off the protein shakes, and see if I feel…different about the two of you. And I’ll keep competing. I just…I want so fucking badly for this to be real. Not just cum-flavored brainwashing…I need to know that what we have is real.”
I recall the first time I saw them. I was instantly attracted to them, and hey, back then I hadn’t been on any fucking shake. Maybe there was a glimmer of hope after all.