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KALLY'S POV
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Something soft and warm was touching my forehead, stirring me from my slumber.
Grumpily, I pushed it away murmuring, "I'll lock you ass Dario."
But then someone chuckled. A voice I was now all too familiar with. The thudding of my heart confirmed who was there before I could even open my eyes.

In the dimness of the bedside lamp, a pair of eyes that looked more black than blue was smiling at me, his lips frozen with a freaking handsome smile.
How had I not noticed before? Ilay loved grinning and smiling more than frowning and glaring.

But his grins were mostly used when he was about to be naughty or kill someone.
Not that it mattered to me at this point; he could just have a poker face on, and I'd still think he was the most beautiful and handsome man to grace the earth. And he was mine. Well, not wholly mine since Dario was in the picture.

"Look what I brought you." Ilay raised his right hand to show me a little purple bear key holder. "I heard you've been misplacing your keys at school."

"It was only one time," I corrected grabbing the adorable bear from his hand to admire it in my palms. Why did it have black diamonds for eyes?
This had to be the real thing. Probably cost more than I could have wasted buying it myself. Argh! It felt great being spoiled by a rich husband. "Thank you," I smiled at him.

He leaned toward me and pecked my forehead. "Where is Dario?"

His question reminded me of what we had done in Ilay's absence. "Um..." I pulled myself to sit while Ilay stood up. "I kicked him out," I answered honestly.

Ilay chuckled moving away from the bed, his fingers starting to unbutton. "What did you two fight about this time?"

I looked away, answering, "He put it in, so I threw him out of the room."

"Is that so? Did he fuck you hard or slow?"

Was this question necessary? Was I to explain to him our little make-out?
"He didn't. He just put it in and came. You never told me to allow him to do that, so I got angry and..."

"Uuurgh! I swear if you keep saying such things to me, I will fuck you right now," Ilay groaned falling on me, his hands on either side of my body. "I hurried just to get back to you two and now you're telling me that he almost fucked you, even came in you. What am I to do with the two of you naughty cats?"
He sunk on my crotch face down, his hands circling my waist.

I had noticed how tired he looked. He must have been up for quite some time without any rest.

Running my hands gently through his hair, I whispered, "Let me help you wash up, hm?"

His hair was soft and addictive to touch. And from his groan, he seemed to enjoy my fingers on his scalp.
Was this what normal couples did? Help each other relax, support each other, protect each other. Because Ilay had been doing those things recently. His attitude towards me had changed, and he no longer wanted to kill me like in the beginning.
His actions made it feel like he had fallen in love.

My hands froze instantly.

Could it be?
No.
Only people with hearts could fall in love. Ilay had none, and I was okay with that.
The mere thought of hearing him telling me he loved me made my soul shiver. That would be the day the world would turn upside down and gravity would cease to exist.

"Why did you stop?"

"Nothing. Nothing. Do you want to sleep? You must be really tired."

He groaned turning his head to the side, rubbing me over the clothes. "I want to do everything with you right now. But I'm so damn..."

"Then, let me help you out of these clothes. We can do whatever you want in the morning. Is that al-"

The sudden opening of the door cut me short. "Ilay?" Dario called excitedly as he rushed into the room with only a pair of shorts on. His hair was a mess but it didn't take away an ounce of his handsomeness.

Lazy Ilay didn't get up. Instead, he let Dario flip him over, sliding on top of him.
And without a care, he engaged Ilay in a fierce kiss while entwining their fingers.
I admit, I did feel a little jealous seeing them kiss so passionately and how well Ilay responded. But it was so fucking hot watching them do it. 'I'm fucked up.'
Indeed I was, because why was I getting aroused seeing two men kiss?

Ilay shoved Dario back slightly to breathe. "Hello to you too."

"Why didn't you call me?" he questioned while still on top of Ilay. "You could have at least informed me that you were on your way."

"Hahaha! That would be no fun. If I did that, how would I come to learn that someone misbehaved and got kicked out?"

Dario looked at me as if accusing me of betraying him. I smiled wickedly, telling him that I was in charge of his ass and would report to Ilay any naughty behaviors.

"She was horny."

My lips parted at his type of defense, which was flipping the blame to me. "And you weren't? Or did it go in all noodle-ey?"

"You came on to m-"

Ilay's loud light laugh silenced the both of us. He sounded happy, amused, glad. It was the kind of laugh that made one want to Ile and join in. The kind of laugh that I had never heard coming from him. It made his eyes close, and tears squeezed their way out of his eyes. It made him look so, carefree.

When it died down, he opened his eyes and touched Dario's face with one hand, and offered me his other. "How did you two survive in my absence? What are you even fighting about?" He gently pinched my cheek and Dario's as well.
"I'm exhausted. Can we all go to bed? Your punishment will be executed tomorrow," he said eyeing Dario. "And your reward will be given tomorrow as well."

I smiled at Ilay and gave Dario a provoking smirk.

This life wasn't so bad. I had money, power, and two extremely gorgeous men by my side. What more could a girl like me ask for?

Dario helped Ilay out of his clothes and he chose to sleep naked. Just like before, I was nestled between the two men, the safest place I could be, and the warmest.

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The inviting aroma of pancakes yanked me from my dream world, promising my mouth a delightful experience that would leave my taste buds yearning for more.

My heavy eyelids parted, welcoming the faint light coming from the drawn curtains.
When I tried moving, the hand on my back restricted me. "I don't want to wake up now," Ilay said grumpily.

With my ear on his chest, I could hear his heartbeats and they were so calm. He genuinely just wanted to sleep and somehow, didn't want me to abandon him.

Looking over at the source of the delicious aroma, I spotted a plate of pancakes awaiting to be devoured. There was more than just pancakes. Bacon, toasted bread, eggs, sausages, mushrooms, tea, and juice.
I swallowed starting at it. Coincidentally, my tummy grumbled, alerting anyone who could hear that it was void of anything and needed to be filled lest my little body collapse.

Ilay chuckled in his sleep, making me feel a tinge of embarrassment.

But, who had prepared it?
The maids here didn't like making this kind of breakfast, and I was too lazy to cook anything even though I knew how to.