Woman of the House: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  “How could you…?” I ask him, rage coursing through my veins. I fucking doubt I’ll be able to restrain myself. I’m spoiling for a fight right now.

  “Calm down, Sloane. I came here because I want to explain exactly what happened.”

  “I’m dying to hear your version then,” I hear Natalie say, and I turn my head toward the door. She’s leaning against the doorway, wearing a clean tight fitting dress, her blonde hair still wet from the shower.

  “Try not to kill yourselves, will ya?” Austin tells us, and then marches out of the office, closing the double doors behind him. Natalie walks toward the middle of the office and, standing by my side, she stares Drake down.

  “Let’s sit,” he says, a serious expression on his face, and then sinks into one of the leather couches in the center of the office.

  “I don’t wanna fucking sit. I wanna hear an apology,” I growl, my fingernails digging into the palm of my hands.

  “Then I apologize,” he says with a weak smile, looking from me to Natalie. Fuck, it pains me to fucking admit it, but he sounds sincere. Still, fuck it; an apology doesn’t solve a fucking thing.

  “You betrayed us,” Natalie whispers, her tone of voice weak. This entire situation hurts her, and that makes me even more fucking angry. “You betrayed me.”

  “No, I didn’t. I protected you,” he says, talking slowly but with a kind of resolute certainty. Seriously, if he starts spitting out that bullshit Linda said, about how Dirty Lil’ Angels isn’t a reputable company for Natalie, I’m going to fucking knock his lights out.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “Linda knows, Sloane. She knows about us,” he tells me, and I feel a block of ice landing in my stomach. Fuck. “She threatened me that she’d go public, and you know what that would do to us… If this made headlines out of the blue, all of our companies would take a massive hit. Stock would go down, our boards would come after blood, and there’d be no way for Natalie to secure her financing.” His words hang in the air like a bad omen, and I finally relent and sit on the couch in front of him, letting it all sink in.

  “Jesus fuck,” I whisper.

  “Yeah…” he continues, “I had to act fast. But I’m sorry, I really am,” he says, apologizing to both Natalie and I.

  She’s still standing in the middle of the office, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. Now it’s her hands that are balled into tight fists.

  “No…” she simply says, sitting by my side as if she’s shell shocked. She looks pale and sickly, and there are tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t believe she’d go this far…” she mutters, a sob making her convulse. Burying her face into her hands, she starts crying, and I feel my heart fucking breaking. “My own mother.”

  “Hey, hey,” Drake whispers, kneeling in front of her. “It’ll be okay.”

  “It’ll be okay, Natalie,” I repeat, peeling her hands off her face and then wrapping my arms around her body. I don’t know how we’re going to solve this fucking mess we’re in, but I can fucking guarantee you that we will; I’ll go to hell and back for this woman.

  “Hey… I’m sorry too,” I tell Drake, turning to him. “I guess I should've trusted you.”

  “You should have,” he says, but his face opens up into a smile. “But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re here. The three of us, together.”

  “That’s right,” I agree, and the three of us fall into a tight embrace. I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt like this before. I don’t even know how to fucking describe it; it’s like my heart has grown lighter and heavier at the same time.

  And then Natalie turns her clear blue eyes to me and… Fuck, she’s the most beautiful woman on Earth, there’s no doubt about it. And Drake and I are the luckiest bastards alive.

  You know, I was fucking pissed about what Drake did, but I have to admit, it wasn’t about the money. The three of us belong together, and when I thought that Drake was abandoning us I just fucking lost it. I tried to mask my sadness with anger, but there’s no mistaking it; what I really felt was sadness, a deep cold feeling that tried to choke out the happiness I felt.

  But now we’re together again and, whatever the world throws at us, we’re going to face it head on.

  “I love you,” I find myself saying, unable to stop the words before they leave my mouth.

  “I love you,” Drake tells Natalie exactly at the same time, our voices blending into one.

  She raises her head, wipes one sole tear with the back of her hand, and then smiles. And fuck me if hers isn’t the brightest smile I’ve ever seen in my life. Leaning toward me, she brushes her smooth lips against mine, and then does the same with Drake.

  “I love you too,” she whispers, the tears giving way to happiness. “I really do.”

  Smiling back, I just wrap my arms around her and pull her close. Drake sits by her side too, and he puts his arms over us.

  We sit there in silence, everything we felt finally out of the shadows.

  Whatever happens next, it’ll be all right.

  23

  Natalie

  One.

  It might sound corny, but I don’t care: Sloane, Drake, and I have become one. Unity, that’s the right word for us. Sure, ours isn’t exactly a normal relationship, but who cares? It makes us happy. The whole world might judge us, but it’s not like I’ve ever let society dictate my next move. I am, after all, the proud owner of a sex toy company. And, besides, it’s just perfect with them.

  Since that night at Python, when we came clean about our true feelings, we progressed from just fucking to actually having a relationship. Which, if you think about it, is totally weird. Not weird because we’re three people in a relationship, but weird because the three of us were never known as ‘relationship people’.

  Drake has already been married twice, Sloane always dreaded the world ‘commitment’, and I never really bothered with boyfriends. One and done, that was the way I lead my life.

  But this feels right, you know? More than right, actually. With them, I feel exactly the same thing I felt when I quit my job in finance and started my own company: the feeling that the planets are aligned, and that the future couldn’t be brighter.

  Seven.

  We’ve gone on seven dates now. And when I say dates, I mean proper dates. We spend most of our time indoors, too busy having fun with our bodies, but it feels good to get out of the house from time to time.

  Dinner, movies, and a walk in Central Park. Simple stuff, sure, but at the same it just makes so fucking happy.

  We’ve tried to keep our cards close to our chests, though. I could feel my mother lurking in the shadows, ready to come out swinging, and I thought it would be better if we didn’t offer her a clear target.

  In the end, though, it didn’t matter.

  Two days.

  That was how long it took Drake to get his board to come around and remove the hold they had on the banks from lending money. He had to fight for it, and I bet that was because my mom was making the rounds, enlisting people on his board to her cause.

  Two more days and Sloane managed to get the green light from the banks. A lending order was signed, and we drafted an agreement that’ll allow me to finish my prototype and launch it into the market.

  And that’s happening pretty soon.

  Four.

  Four knocks at my door, and I knew it was my mom.

  Most people only knock three times, but my mom always had this quirky habit of knocking at the door four times. Just like that: knock, knock, pause, knock, knock.

  It was a Sunday afternoon and the three of us were lying in bed, sweat glistening on our bodies. We were breathing hard, still exhausted from the sex marathon we’ve just finished, when I heard those knocks.

  I sat up on the bed fast, looking alarmed, and Sloane and Drake exchanged a knowing glance. We all got out of bed together, threw some clothes on, and marched straight to the door, both men flanking me as I reached for th
e handle. The door swung open and there she was. The Queen of Ice herself, my mother.

  “I see you’ve been busy, Natalie,” my mom said, looking from Sloane to Derek, her eyes roaming over their shirtless bodies.

  “You’re not welcome here anymore,” I told her, hell bent on severing all my ties to her.

  “I figured you’d say that. The three of you … you fucked me over,” she whispered then, and my eyes widened with shock. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mom curse. Sure, she might be the devil incarnate, but she always kept her composure. It’s a matter of appearances. “I’m here to give you one last chance,” she continued, the creases around her eyes becoming more pronounced. There was an expression of pure hatred on her face, and my heart broke a little; my mother could be someone really special, but she decided to be this vain and hurtful creature.

  “Fuck off, Linda,” Drake simply said, and slammed the door shut, leaving her outside in the hallway.

  “Fuck her,” Sloane agreed, and that was it. I waited a few seconds for her to knock on my door again, but that never came.

  Her reaction came the following day.

  Three hundred.

  That’s how many words it took to sling a handful of dirt at me, Sloane, and Drake. It barely qualified as an article, but it got the centerfold pages in one of the biggest New York tabloids. From there, the story spread like wildfire.

  The depraved lives of the New York elite, one of these ‘articles’ read, describing the three of us as sex fiends with absolutely no morals whatsoever. In the same breath, though, that article managed to praise my mom. She was the sole island of decency in a scandalous family.

  That was her play. Since we didn’t want to play ball, she’d distance herself from us as much as possible, and that after stepping on our throats, of course.

  Only a few hours have passed since the news broke, and the mess keeps on getting bigger and bigger. I’m sitting on my couch, laptop propped up on my knees, and I’m devouring everything I see around us. And there’s a lot.

  Online articles are popping out left and right, and some of them are so ridiculous they’re almost funny. One of them, for instance, theorizes that the three of us are involved in some kind of sexual cult. Hello? Of course we’re involved in a cult; it’s called the cult of pleasure, and I figure a lot of these so-called journalists would benefit from enrolling in a cult like ours. Maybe I’ll jot down a few names and send them a package full of my toys. Jesus, some people really need to get off.

  “Hey, stop reading that bullshit,” Drake tells me, coming around the couch and lowering the lid of my laptop. “It’s not going to stop anytime soon. Everyone’s in a frenzy over this. You gotta let it go for now.”

  “Fuck this shit,” Sloane says from the other end of the couch, throwing his tablet on top of the coffee table. “There’s no letting it go. We need to fight back. If she wants war, let’s give it to her.”

  Drake looks from me to Sloane, and he sighs heavily. I know that he wanted to avoid a confrontation, but there’s no way around it now. If we let my mom walk away from this, she’s going to drag us, and our companies, through the mud until all that’s left is a bunch of ruins.

  “You’re right…” Drake finally admits, looking out the window at the New York skyline. The sun is setting now, and its orange glow makes Drake’s face look even more rugged and determined. “We have to fight back.”

  “We’ll go to war,” I say, standing by Drake and Sloane’s side, “and we’ll win.”

  24

  Natalie

  “There’s no end to this fucking insanity,” Sloane sighs, waving his hand at the pile of papers on the conference table. I rub my temples and lean back against my chair, trying to come up with something.

  We scheduled a meeting at Sloane’s office, and we made his conference room our headquarters. It’s late at night, so the whole floor is empty and we can have some privacy while we think about what our next move is going to be. We’re going to find a way out of this mess my mom pulled us into, come hell or high water.

  We’ve been at it for two hours now, pouring over her financial records and trying to get some leverage. But she’s careful, we knew that, and everything we found out about her proves that. There’s not a single blemish in her records, financial or otherwise.

  And the tabloid stories about us keep on coming relentlessly. The news have already left New York City and made the headlines in some other states. This scandal has become nationwide. I guess that means we’re all famous now, huh?

  I don’t care if the world knows about our relationship. In fact, as far as I’m concerned, I wouldn’t mind going to the top of the building we’re in and shout out how much I love the two men sitting by my side. It’s the truth, and no one should be ashamed of loving someone, despite what society might say.

  What pisses me off is that my mom is using our relationship as her path toward mayorship. Since I didn’t want to get rid of Dirty Lil’ Angels, she decided to set herself up as the strong moral woman, victim of a family plagued by decadence and debauchery. And, in the process, she’s destroying our companies. Drake’s stock is plunging down, and Sloane’s board members are trying to hoist him. As for Dirty Lil’ Angels, the stakes are very high; it’s a small company ready to make the jump into the big leagues, and its luck depends on how much investment keeps pouring in. In short, if my mom has it her way, we’re all fucked.

  “Alright, we need to take a break,” I sigh, pushing back my laptop and the pile of newspapers. “We’ve been at this for two hours and we barely made any progress.”

  “A break sounds fucking perfect,” Sloane agrees, propping his feet up on the table and lacing his fingers behind his head.

  “We’ll think of something, Natalie. Don’t worry,” Drake says, getting up from his seat and walking behind me. He places both his hands on my shoulders and starts massaging them, and I close my eyes and throw my head back, feeling all the tension wash away from my body.

  “That feels good,” I sigh, smiling as Drake massages me.

  “Now that’s my kind of break,” I hear Sloane says, and he gets up and joins Drake, their hands releasing the knots of tension on my muscles. Handsome, huge cocks, and they know how to massage a woman's shoulders; can this even get better? Although, now that I think of it, it can get better.

  “Let’s have some fun, boys. Forget about business for a while,” I tell them, going up to my feet and turning on my heels so that I’m facing them.

  “Now that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Sloane grins, placing both his hands on my hips and pushing me back until my ass is pressed against the edge of the conference table. Picking me up from the floor, he sits me down on the table and presses his lips on mine, kissing me eagerly.

  When he pulls back from me, I don’t even have any time to breath; Drake takes his place, his mouth going straight for mine. We kiss in abandonment, our tongues wrestling against one another, and I feel a growing wetness between my thighs.

  As Drake and I kiss, Sloane places one hand on my knee and slides it under the hemline of my dress, only stopping when his fingers find the wet fabric of my drenched thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against my pussy, making me gasp, and I look into his eyes, breathing hard.

  This is going to be fun.

  I raise my hips from the table and, his eyes locked on mine, Sloane grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. I lift them up in the air and he just takes it off me, holding it in his hand. He raises his hand and, taking my thong to his mouth, he takes a deep breath.

  “Fucking delicious,” he whispers, and his words make me even wetter. Oh, I need this… I need this a lot.

  I reach for their belts at the same time and unbuckle them with trembling fingers. I then pull down the zipper in their pants and, turning my wrists around, curl my fingers around the massive shapes tenting their boxer briefs.

  “Is this for me?” I purr at them, tightening my hand around their cocks and smiling wantonly.r />
  “It’s all yours,” Drake whispers, his voice thick with excitement. His cock throbs against my fingers as he speaks, and the sudden urge to rip the clothes off of their bodies takes over me. I let go of their cocks and, grabbing their shirts, I tug on them as viciously as I can. There’s a ripping sound, and then a pop pop pop as the buttons jump out and scatter all over the floor.

  I press my hands against their chests, biting down on my lower lip as I feel their massive cords of muscle. Gritting my teeth, I push Drake’s shirt down his arms, and then I do the same with Sloane; I then lean back on the table, taking two seconds just to gaze at their shirtless bodies. I’m the luckiest woman in the world, and I don’t get tired of saying it.

  Sloane and Drake exchange a knowing glance then, and they turn to me. Moving fast, they reach for the straps of my dress and start yanking on it. They pull the dress down to my waist, and then I lift my ass up and they pull it down my legs. Their eyes roam over my half naked body; I’m only wearing a matching bra and thong, and I notice their cocks hardening even more.

  “Come and get me, boys,” I purr, leaning further back and placing my feet on the table. In a rush, they both move at the same time, trying to fit their bodies between my legs, and bump into one another. They look into each other’s eyes, trade an awkward glance, and then there’s silence. And they don’t look away from each other.

  I sit up on the table, narrowing my eyes as I take in the scene. The air around us seems fraught with tension, and I realize that there’s something going on in here. These two want more than my body… They want each other as well.

  “Oh,” I say to myself, that realization sinking in. Why didn’t I see this before? It was right in front of me all this time. Their tense relationship before I stepped between the two of them, the amazing sex the three of us have when we’re together, and of course, their willingness to share me.