Chapter 28 Sinful Delights Valentines Day Auction
•Mel's POV•

Well, I'll tell ya now before this year started, just a little over a month ago, this sure as fuck isn't how I imagined spending Valentines night. Alone, actively avoided by Duke for ten full days now, and abandoned by Dean before the new year could even begin! Leaving me to attend the annual auction alone, and absolutely no clue what the outcome will be for me once it's my turn to go up.

Although, I must say Abbie has done everything in her power to help me overlook that feeling. When she came home from Drake's Sunday night she could clearly see the distress and the tear stains on my face. I'd been trying to get ahold to Duke for five days by then. With every call, text, and voicemail going unanswered. I don't think I'd been such an emotional wreck since I was in High School, but Abbie jumped straight in coming to my rescue!

Even though Abbie is no longer a GEM for the club, and won't be auctioned off this year, she talked Drake into taking both of us in his stretched out Hummer. Then picking Modesty up along the way, so we could all be there to give her moral support during her debut. Not to mention giving me the support from my squad when I walk through the front doors of the club!

Abbie had all the calls made and everything arranged in less than an hour. While I sat there calling both Duke and Dean to tell them the news, and because I longed to hear their voices, but neither of them answered me. After I hung up I started to seriously question if this could be something else going on here?

Could they both me ghosting me instead?

Once that soul sucking thought entered my head I immediately blurted the vileness at Abbie. Before breaking apart in hysterics again. Rivers of tears began streaming down my face, and snot bubbles were coming out of my sides of my nose. Thankfully Abbie just held me while I let it all out on her shoulder. Softly cooing words of encouragement into my ear, and stroking my hair and back.

Abbie even helped me into bed that night. She helped me change out of my work clothes, then she tucked me in under the covers, and left a chaste kiss to the center of my forehead. Just like my mom and Aunt Sara used to do when I wasn't feeling well.

"Now dry your eyes before you go to sleep, and don't give any of this another thought. Everything will work itself out exactly how it's supposed to in the end. Trust me." Abbie whispered to me then gave me a wink before leaving me there in my room for the rest of the night.

When I woke up Monday morning I tried to do exactly as Abbie said to forget about everything. Well, after sending Duke and Dean one text message, that is, but I didn't bother waiting around for a reply this time. Instead I shoved it to the back of my mind, got out of bed, and got dressed for work. Even managing to impress myself even further by not obsessively checking my phone for the rest of the day!

When I made it back to the apartment that afternoon it was still empty, so I decided to call home. I hadn't spoken to my parents or Aunt Sara since before that dreaded New Years Eve, and I couldn't keep it up for much longer. Before getting a guilt trip from my loving mother that would make even the hardest criminal weep for forgiveness at her feet! Only, nothing like that even happened during this particular conversation.

If I didn't know any better, I would have bet my last dollar Madeline and Gerald Blu as well as Sara Jones were all high as a fucking kite! All three of my parents were in an unusually happy, giddy mood while they talked to me. Neither mom nor Sara questioned why it took me so long to call them, or about anything they would normally bug me about. My dear father would either hum, or answer me with only one word responses.

The phone call only lasted about fifteen minutes before the three of them were rushing me off the phone. With repeated shouts of 'I love you!", and one faint 'See ya soon!' from dad. That had the other two biddy's frantically try to cover it up before ending the call abruptly.

Once I heard the three beeps in my ear indicating the call was dead I couldn't help but look at my phone dumbfounded. Other than the time the three of them told me about their shared relationship through the years, this had to be the strangest phone call we've ever shared! It was almost like they were trying to keep something from me, and wanted to hurry the call along so they wouldn't let anything slip. Sadly trying to figure out either of my parents motives is the literally the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.

It's the lack of communication, and the utter silence I'm getting from both Duke and Dean that really starts to affect me the rest of the week. I caught myself several times sliding back into that dark abyss I was in after coming back from Shawn and Jenny's wedding.

Everyday I would either hide away in my bedroom, or in my office at work just so I wouldn't have to interact with people. But, on those rare occasions when I didn't have a choice. My temper was on such a short string I would tear into them with my anger within moments for absolutely no reason.

Thankfully I managed to catch myself during my rages just in time before I could cause any real damage, but not before the little progress I'd made with them over the last few months went all the way back to square one. No matter how many apologetic gift baskets I sent, or lunches I bought to help smooth things over. I was horrified at my own behavior, and couldn't fault any of my co-workers for staying clear of me after that.

At least I had Modesty on my side at work each time my attitude got the best of me. Being both a sympathetic angel with a clean shoulder to cry on for me, and an avenging Goddess looking out for own of its own. Taking it upon herself to try and talk to the other person what I was going through. Without actually saying it in so many words, and even apologizing for me repeatedly. When all I could do at the time was sob uncontrollable.

I continued to send Duke and Dean random text the rest of the week. Once in the morning, and again right before I went to bed. Praying each time one of them would answer me this time. Only each message got a little shorter as the days past. Until Friday morning when the only thing I could bring myself to send was a simple. "Hello."

That night when I was finally alone inside my bedroom tucked under my covers. I read over each message I'd sent them both without a reply, and silent dissolved into a puddle of tears. I had to be honest with myself, and call this shit for what it is. Dean and Duke are simply just done with me! I just had to start accepting that, so I cried myself to sleep.

The next day was Saturday, and my alarm went off at noon. My emotionally spent mind, and body refused to function properly though. I didn't even bother silencing the unholy noise. Instead my body kept tossing and turning in my warm bed trying to get comfortable again, so I could fall back asleep. While my eyes acted like they were glued shut.

About ten minutes later I managed to wake up enough to sit up in my bed, and then it took me another two before I could send that beep straight back to hell! I tossed my damn phone on top of my covers before standing, and stretching every muscle in my body. Before silently making my way to the kitchen, and fixing myself oatmeal and toast for breakfast.

The apartment is unusually quiet as I sit here at the bar eating. I wasn't sure if Abbie was still asleep, or gone already this morning. She told me last night she wasn't going to start getting ready for the auction until around four in the afternoon. At least I knew she would definitely be home around then.

I take a quick glance at the clock on the kitchen wall noticing it's only 12:30. Which means I have about three and a half hours to kill until then. I clean up my mess once I finish eating, and wash the dishes. After that I spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around on the couch watching mindless TV.

True to her word, Abbie walks through the front door of the apartment a few minutes before four. Carrying a dress bag draped over one arm, and several designer name bags in her other hand. As soon as her eyes land on my prone figure she starts to squeal and rush toward me. Sitting down in the chair next to my head on the couch, and places the shopping bags between us next to her feet.

"Oh shit ballz Mel! You have to see this dress Drake picked out for me to wear tonight! It's absolutely to DIE for! Don't even get me started on the accessories and shoes!" Abbie scoffs as she waves at the bags. "I told Drake after I picked everything up at the designers studio! It's simply too fucking much!"

Once Abbie finishes she begins to open the zipper on the dress bag draped across her lap, but I make my move to stop her. I jump up into a sitting position, then swing my body around to face hers. Then grab her hand holding the zipper, and give her a pleading look.

"How about you wait until tonight, and you can do the whole grand reveal then."

I see the lightbulb come on inside Abbie's eyes. She gives me a small smile, and nods her head ok. "Good idea! How about you? You ready for tonight?"

I move my hand off of hers, and place it in my own lap twiddling my fingers. My eyes remain glued to the steady movement while thinking over the question. "Truthfully? No." I choke out around a sudden ball in the middle of my throat. While also fighting to stop the unwanted tears from falling. "But I just need to suck it up, pull up my big girl panties, and move on. I think I began to accept this thing between Duke, Dean, and myself is officially over. I've felt calmer and a small bit peaceful with myself after that. Now maybe I can start to heal my fractured soul they discarded like trash, and left me behind."

"Oh Mel No!" Abbie gasp at me in outrage before covering her open mouth with the palm of her hand. I look at her from under my lashes, and smile at her horrified look. Then I give her a motherly pat on the knee.

"It's ok. Remember what you told me? Everything will turn out exactly how it's supposed to in the end. It's fate after all. So, that's what I'm going to do." I tell her before standing up. "Now, if you'll excuse me. It seems it's time for me to start getting dressed for tonight. Some of us still have extra primping to do before getting up on the auction block."

I give her a cocky wink then make a mad dash to my room. Slamming the door so hard as I pass it makes the walls shake! I beeline it straight for my shower to turn the hot water on full force. Mainly so Abbie wouldn't follow me in here with her questions and sorrow filled eyes.

I take my precious fucking time under the boiling shower. Shaving every last hair from my body, and scrubbing my skin until it's glowing a nice shade of red. Before shampooing and conditioning my hair twice, and finally calling myself clean about an hour later. The last of the hot water coming with me.

I grab my towel from the hook beside the shower door drying my body off then wrapping it around my hair. Then I take a seat on my little vanity stool under the counter to apply my favorite fruity lotion to every square inch of my body. Once I'm done I let my body air dry for another moment before standing up to do my hair and make up.

But, once I looked at myself in the mirror I didn't feel right about this, so I decided to change things up from my usual appearance. Maybe I will finally match how I feel deep inside. With that thought I take the towel off my head, and wrap each strand of wet hair around the biggest size rollers I own.

Then I place a giant metallic colored bag over my hair that has a hose coming from the back. The hose attaches to my hair dryer, so I give myself one more check to make sure everything's in place before turning the blow dryer on, and move on to my make-up.

First I go back into my bedroom to grab the one of a kind white lace mask I plan on wearing tonight, and bring it with me back to the bathroom. I come to a stop in front of the mirror that is as big and long as the wall it's mounted to, and place the delicate piece of art to my face. I study my face in the mirror for a second before deciding on how I should do my make-up, so it will highlight the artists work on displayed there. Then place the mask down on the counter top with just as much gentleness as before.

I start with the foundation keeping the overall look light and natural, but sparkles when the light hits my face just right. I outline my eyes with a thick black pencil, and even add a set of thick, curly black lashes. Finishing the look with a deep red stain for my lips that's the same color as my dress for the night.

I gave the final product one last inspection. Then I cut the dryer off, and remove the hose from the end. Wrapping the hose around my head and out of the way. Before going back into my bedroom for my clothes.

Thankfully before that dreaded New Years Eve night I already bought my outfit in anticipation for this night. I had a decent idea of what I wanted, so I went through each store meticulously until I found what I wanted. Purchasing each piece because I knew it would drive Duke and Dean crazy with an animalistic need.

Oh well, hopefully it will do the same for the rest of the bidding customers.

I came to a stop in front of my bed, bent down, pulling two white boxes from underneath, and placing them on top of the covers. Opening the biggest box first, and moving the tissue paper to the side. Inside is a delicate red lacy, partially see through halter bra. That has an invisible strap in the front connecting the cups together. A waist length garter belt, and old school nude thigh high stockings that had the seam up the back of each leg.

I took each piece from the box delicately putting them on. Bra, thong, and then the garter belt. Before rolling the stockings up each of my leg and clipping them to garter straps along the top of the stockings.

I opened the second box after that. Revealing a pair of sexy, black sky high, strappy, stiletto sandals. Balancing my feet on the edge of my bed as I latch the clasp around my ankles. Then walked to the back of my closet, and grab the last dress hanging up inside. Carrying the bag back to my bed, and laying it across the mattress.

Slowly unzipping the bag then very gently taking the dress out and holding it out in front of me. The lacy, deep red, almost transparent dress is just as show stopping as the first time I saw it! I couldn't be more excited to wear the figure hugging again. It's just too bad the men it was meant for won't see it.

The top of the straps on the dress are no bigger than my finger, and get wider down my chest. Leaving most of my cleavage open until they meet together above my navel. There's a slit on the left side of the skirt that goes all the way up to my hip bone. On the back the straps don't come together until they reach my lower back.

But, my favorite part of the whole thing is the train. A delicate white lace, that is a completely different pattern that the rest of the dress, starts above the back of my knees. Then billows out ending with a quarter of the dress white.

I slide the dress up my body then smooth the silky lace over my curves with the palm of my hands. Before walking back into the bathroom to finish my hair. I toss the metallic bag in the sink. Then let each lock of hair hang around my face once the roller is removed, and dropping them in the sink.

Once they are all out, I shake each of the curls out into soft waves. Then move them to the right side of my head, and smoothing the left side of my hair down. Pinning a red and white clip, identical to the mask designed, at the base of my neck to hold the style in place. Before holding the mask in the perfect place against my face, and tying the ribbons around my head.

I took a step back looking in the mirror one final time, and am completely blown away by the person staring back at me. A smile begins to blossom on my lips and grows. An amazing feeling begins to feel me inside until I'm spinning around my bathroom with my arms outstretched beside me. With my head thrown back toward the ceiling laughing like a little girl.

"Holy Shit! I look and feel amazing, baby!" I say to myself once I stop spinning.

Still giddy I walk back into my bedroom grabbing the white clutch bag from the box on top of the bed. Tossing my keys, phone, and cards inside then snapping it closed, and walking out of the room. Before I can walk through the door I come to a sudden stop.

I can't explain this feeling inside me, but it feels like I'm leaving something, and I physically can't walk out the door without it. Then it dawns on me, and I shake my head ruefully. I quickly make my way over to my jewelry box on top of my dresser, and swiftly place the collar and cuffs the guys gave me into my clutch. As soon as the latch closes on the clutch the feeling disappears, and I finally walk out of my room.

It's almost seven o'clock by the time I join Abbie and a silent, but pleased looking, Drake back in the living room. While Drake is giving Abbie that creepy look, with her bent over his arm backwards, I take a second to look him over. He's wearing a tailor made black tux with a white shirt and cufflinks. His outfit looks just as magnificent as Abbie's though.

Abbie's right leg is completely exposed from a slit up to her thigh in the black and white figure hugging dress she has on, and is wrapped around Drakes waist. The black and white mask the pair have own look almost identical. Giving the laughing love-sick pair a magazine cover worth look.

"Holy shit! You two don't even look real!" I tell them as I come to a stop a few feet away from them.

"Oh Please! Like you have room to talk!" Abbie says to me as Drake helps her stand back up. "Coming out here looking like the real life Venus, mother of Cupid, herself! Am I right, Master?" Abbie asks Drake submissively.

Drake lets his eyes travel from the top of my head to my feet a few times. Then he gives me a cocky, secretive grin. "Absolutely, My Love. You truly are a vision Mel."

I blush a bit at his compliment. "Thanks Drake. You clean up well yourself."

Abbies gaze keeps switching back and forth between Drake and I with excitement in her eyes, until she finally burst. "You got that right girlfriend! My man looks good enough to eat! Now that that's over with, let's get this show on the road! Shall we? I'm dying to see what Modesty's wearing."

"Now, now My Love. Don't say such a thing. I won't let anything happen to you as long as you're by my side." Drakes smooth, but gruff, voice even causes goosebumps to breakout along my skin as well as Abbie's. Before he devours her lips with his own. Giving me quite the show for a moment before releasing her, and then giving us both an innocent smile.

"This way My Ladies. Your chariot awaits." Drake tells us with a flourish of his arms ushering us toward the front door.

We all stopped a few feet from the door grabbing our winter jackets. Then Drake helps me slide on my floor length white wool coat. Before going over to Abbie and helping her slide her arms into a black coat almost identical to mine. Only it takes them a little longer since he left kisses all along her exposed neck. Once they finished he usher us out the front door before locking it, and then down the steps to the await Hummer along the curb.

The three of us get comfortable in the back before the driver begins to move. Drake grabs a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket waiting for us in the bar. He pops the cork with ease filling up three glasses, and hands one to each of us. Then places the bottle back in the bucket, and raises his glass between us smiling.

"Happy Valentines Day Ladies. May this night truly be unforgettable for everyone!" Drake winks at me before giving Abbie a doe-eyed look full of love.

"Absolutely!" Abbie says clinking her glass to his excitedly.

While my response comes out flat. "Happy Valentines Day."

I touch the tip of my glass to theirs before taking a generous sip. Then I recline back against my seat across from Drake and Abbie, and looking out the window. Watching the crowded city streets pass us by as we make our way across town to Modesty's apartment.

It took the driver almost an hour to get there which didn't surprise me. Once the Hummer came to a stop Drake got out first. Then helped Abbie and me from inside depositing us at the bottom of her stairs. I wrap my arm around Abbie as Drake climbs the stairs to Modesty's door to ring the bell.

As soon as Drake hears the chimes go off inside her apartment he slides to the side of her doorway, so Abbie and I will be the first thing she sees. Thankfully we don't have to stand there long waiting for the door to open. In seconds it opens revealing a beaming Modesty oozing a newfound soft, sexy, yet gentle confidence. Abbie and I immediately start whistling and cat calling the innocent woman making her blush hard!

"You look amazing Modesty! Come on out and give us a twirl!" Abbie tells her once we calm down our silly antics, and points out Drake so he can help her.

"Oh! Hello Mr Masters." Modesty softly says to Drake genuinely surprised to see him standing there. Before putting her hand in his stepping outside, and spinning around for us. Showing us her complete outfit.

Modesty's dress is a strapless dark navy blue. The entire dress molds to her curves and hips that comes to a stop just past her knees. You can see the black satin collar of her lingerie set clearly, and the strap connecting it to the rest of the outfit hanging from the middle. Then running between the valley of her breast under her dress.

Her black thigh high stockings cover the rest of her legs, and end in a strappy red pair of six inch wedge sandals. The red curls on top of her head are tame for once into big waves, and pinned up away from her face. She kept her make-up simple except for a dark cat-like effect to her eyes. Then the same shade of red as her shoes is on her lips.

Simply put, Modesty looks fucking HOTT!!

"I have a feeling she's going to break your record from last year Babe!" I whisper discretely to Abbie while smiling at Modesty and Drake.

"I know!" Abbie whispers back to me before focusing back on Modesty. "You ready to get this party started Doll Face?"

"Yep! Just let me grab my coat." Modesty tells us before rushing back inside her apartment, and coming back out moments later carrying a red peacoat in her hands.

Drake helps Modesty slide her jacket on, like he did for us, then waits for her to lock her door before escorting her down the stairs. Abbie and I use the headstart to go ahead and climb into the backseat of the Hummer, and wait for them to join us.

Once Modesty climbs in she decides to take a seat next to me. While Drake gets in shutting the door behind him, and then the driver begins to move. Drake decides to pour each of us another glass of champagne and hands one to Modesty. He offers her the same toast from before, but this time my answer sounds a lot more believable.

The four of us spend the next forty-five minutes talking, laughing, and genuinely enjoying each others company. Until the Hummer comes to a stop outside the front doors of Sinful Delight. It's still an hour before the auction even starts, but there is already a line of cars waiting to drop their passengers off.

Once it's our turn Drake graciously helps each of us from the vehicle. Which leaves me to get out last, but he places me in the middle of the group as we start walking toward the entrance. Directly between him and Modesty all the way into the lobby.

Drake expertly navigates us through the waiting groups of people inside the lobby to the front desk. Dino is standing behind the counter wearing a designer black tux, and an exuberant Sherry right beside him. She's wearing a long, sleeveless black sheer dress with a black leotard underneath, and nothing else. With a pair of sky high black stilettos on her feet.

"Finally! I've been waiting out here for the four of you to show up longer than I wanted too! Drake, my dear, do you mind if I borrow these lovely ladies from you for a few moments? I want to go over everything with Modesty again, and could use all the help I can get!" Sherry asked Drake, but her focus was on Modesty. As she reached across the counter taking Modesty by the hand once she was close enough.

"HaHa! What about me? You just gonna leave me out here to the wolves then all alone?" Dino said to Sherry laughing, but his focus was on Modesty only.

To which Sherry burst out laughing at herself. "Naw. Drake here will watch your back. Right buddy?" She said to Drake with a cocky grin on her face.

Only the big guy just huffed at her, but with a megawatt smile.

"See! I'm glad that's settled." Sherry says to no one in particular as she walks around the counter, and comes to a stop directly behind Modesty and I. "Now Ladies, how about we give Ms Innocent here her first real taste of Sinful Delight?"

Modesty and I wrap our arms around one of Sherry's quickly. Abbie gives Drake a good-bye peak on his cheek before wrapping her arms around my other arm. Then the four of us walk through the double doors into the main room of the club.

All the usual equipment around the room has been removed, and a makeshift catwalk is in its place for tonight. The tables, couches, and chairs have all been turned to face the stage. While giant movie theater size curtains have been hung up at the back of the stage. Blocking anyone's view of the waiting area behind, and a brand new banner across the front with an understated pride.

'SINFUL DELIGHTS ANNUAL VALENTINES AUCTION'

"Wow! This place is a lot bigger than I remember." Modesty says looking straight ahead.

"That's only because it's a lot less crowded than it was before. Come on and let me show you the room you'll be waiting in." Sherry says before pulling all of us behind the curtain to the hidden hallway behind.

Sherry starts giving Modesty a play-by-play of how tonight is going to go as we walk. Even stopping outside of each room to explain who will be inside, and about how long it will take for each group to get through the auction. When Sherry gets to the last room Modesty walks all the way into the room looking around.

"And this is where you will be until the very end of the night I'm afraid. It's customary for the newest  GEM to go up last in the auction, and this year that person is you. I'll warn you now it will feel like forever, but once your up there it will be over in the blink of an eye." Sherry tells her.

"Hey!..At least I'll be in here with you to keep you calm." I say to Modesty noticing the sheer terror in her eyes after hearing Sherry.

"Actually, I want you to stand beside me for a little bit. Just until the auction really gets started, and I don't feel so claustrophobic around the crowd. I already asked Drake and he's perfectly fine with it." Abbie says to me with a pleading look on her face begging me to agree.

"What do you think Sherry?" I ask the boss while still giving Abbie a calculating look.

"That's fine with me. I'll be sure to keep Modesty company until then." Sherry says shrugging trying to hide her shit eating grin trying to claim her face. If I didn't know any better I would say that was exactly what she wanted.

"Great! Let's take Modesty downstairs to the locker rooms, so she can finish getting ready. By the time we get done and make it back up here to Drake we'll have about fifteen minutes until the show starts." Abbie says while entusatically leading the group back into the main room, down the stairs, and into The Glory Hole.

We take Modesty into the same locker room Abbie and I use. The three of us remove our winter coats, and lock them up along with our bags. Then we both switch our focus back to Modesty watching as Sherry helps her with her jacket and dress. Before fixing her hair and make-up one last time. Finally Abbie and I give Modesty a good luck kiss to her cheeks, and leave the room.

We rush back up the stairs into the lobby, and come to a stop in front of Dino and Drake right on time. Only the reception area has gotten even more crowded while we've been done. Thankfully Dino takes pity on Abbie and I and opens the doors to the main room for the masses ten minutes before time.

Drake leads Abbie and I to a secluded spot in the back corner of the room. Claiming one of the tables and booth seats as ours, and helping us slide across to our seats. Before sitting down himself beside Abbie across from me. Pulling her body tightly into his side, and wrapping his arm possessively around her body.

"I see Abbie finally worked up the courage to ask you to join her during the first round of bidding." Drake says rather cynically while smirking at me.

"Yep." I shrug at him. "If you call waiting until the last second courage then I guess Abbie deserves a gold star!"

Drake chuckles. "I'll keep that in mind."

A scantily clad, masked waitress comes up to our table. Drake asks the short black haired women for another bottle of champagne with three glasses. Before dismissing her with a flick of his fingers. Only for the waitress to reappear seconds later carrying the order. She places the glasses on the table in front of each of us, and filling each one. Then leaves the bottle to chill in an ice bucket beside the table and walks away.

Just like in the Hummer Drake raises his glass for a toast before Abbie or I can take a sip. "To love and friendship. Two things I was unknowingly missing terribly in my life. Now I have an abundance of both."

"To us!" Abbie and I chorus together as we clink our glasses with Drakes.

I swallow almost the entire glass of champagne after that. Then let my mind drift away as Drake's words repeat inside my head. I let my own problems and doubts mingle in also, but all my focus soon stays on them. I'm desperately wondering if I'm still loved by my men, or if the three of us are just destined to be friends. Until I'm finally snapped back to the present as the MC's voice comes over the speakers around the club shocking me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Sinful Delights Annual Valentines Day Auction! I'm the humble owner of this little club, and also your Master of Ceremonies for tonight's event. Joe Black."

I turn my wide eye gaze toward Abbie while her uncle is still talking. "Did you know your uncle was back in town?" I whisper to her across the table.

"Nope!" Abbie says sounding just as shocked as me.

"I wonder when he got back in town, and if he plans to stay?"

"I have no idea. My uncle and I haven't exactly talked to each other since my moms wedding." Abbie whispers back before turning her gaze back to Joe.

"So, without further ado. I'd like to declare this years auction open for business! Why don't we take a look at all the different flavors available in the first group of GEMs. Shall we?" Joe announces with the same flair as the announcers at a Las Vegas boxing match.

The first group of GEMs has about twenty different men and women. Who are usually the ones heavily requested in the private rooms on the third floor, or free reign here in the main room. They walk in a line down the catwalk before going back behind the curtain.

It takes a little more than an hour to finish with the group. The highest bid coming in at one hundred thousand dollars. Joe calls for a ten minute break before bringing the next group on stage. I slide out of my seat knowing that's all the free time I had, and now it's my turn to go downstairs to get ready for the auction. But, before I can stand up Abbie reaches across the table to grab my hand causing me to stop, and also get my attention.

"Will you come with me to the bathroom before you go downstairs? All this champagne is sloshing around inside my bladder." She asks with a pleading look directed at me.

"Sure." I don't even think twice about my answer, and slide the rest of the way out of my seat. Drake gets up as well helping Abbie from her seat. I wait for him to finish before reaching up on my tip-toes to give him a quick hug.

"Thank you Drake. For going out of your way tonight for Modesty and me. I know you only did this to please Abbie, but it means a great deal to me as well." I whisper in his ear before letting him go.

"Anytime Ms Blu! You're family now after all, and I'd do anything for family." Drake gives me a knowing wink before handing me over to Abbie.

Abbie begins pulling me away from Drake immediately before I can even ask him what that look means. I get a little confused when she walks through the double doors back into the lobby toward the bathroom. The small cramped bathroom out here wouldn't have been my first choice, but Abbie is the one leading the way. Until we make it to the doorway, and she pushes me to walk inside first.

"Hallelujah! It sounds empty. I'm so glad no one else thought to use the ones out here yet. Now hurry up! I'm right behind you. Speed it up woman I'm about to wet myself, and not in a good way!" Abbie commands me to move barking orders like a drill sergeant. Almost causing me to stumble as I cross over the threshold into the dark, empty room.

"HEY! What the dre..UMPH!" I yell at her in outrage before a hand is holding a cloth over my mouth and nose. Cutting off my screams and breathing in an instant.

My mind and body begin to slowly wake up some time later. The first thing I notice is the warm air whispering across my partially naked flesh, and my arms and legs are spread eagle across a soft bed. With shackles holding my wrist and ankles tightly in place.

I try my hardest not to move my body while I'm taking all this in. I strain my ears to pick up the smallest noise around me, but after awhile I don't hear a thing. So, I opened my eyes a fraction of an inch to try and gage where I'm at exactly. While keeping my head and body emobile.

The lights in the room are dimmed, but I see what looks like candle light flickering in the shadows against the white walls. Oriental rugs cover every inch of the floor, and a multitude of different size, shape, texture, and color pillows laying on top. A small glass chandelier is hanging from the center of the ceiling. With six different color sheer curtains around it, draping across the ceiling to the wall, and hanging down. Casting sparkles of light against each piece of fabric.

Finally I move my gaze to the end of the bed, and instantly get shocked out of my pretend state. Dean and Duke are standing right there! Leaning the top halves of their bodies against a post on the bed silently looking at me. I start blinking rapidly making sure this is real, and not one of the many dreams I've had the last month.

"Finally! Look who's awake Brother." Duke says throwing his hands up in the air in mock outrage.

"Well hello Beautiful. Aren't you a sight for my deprived eyes!" Dean growls at me while his black gaze consumes me.

"De..Dea..Dean? Du..Duke? How?" I stutter looking between both men for an answer.

"That's my cue." Dean says to Duke before sitting down beside me on the bed, and caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers.

  Dean's eyes stay focused on the repetitive motion for a long time. I guess while he gets his thoughts together. Then he starts to talk, but his eyes stay glued to his hand. "God knows how much I've missed being able to do something as simple as rub your rosy cheeks since I left, Beautiful."

After Dean whispers his confession to me his eyes finally come up to meet mine. "I'll start off with the easy answers first. Yes it really is us, and you're back in the Genie's Den on the third floor of the club. It took some major planning on mine and Dukes part to get you here."

Both men share a chuckle at some inside joke between them, but I refuse to let either of them stop speaking now that the answers are flowing. "But how?" I try to ask them, but Dean places his finger over my lips stopping me.

"Wait Beautiful. I have a few things I need to say first." Dean gives me his silent commanding stare.

That look sends chills racing down my spine, and has me nodding my head yes without a second thought. So, Dean removes his finger from my lips, and starts running his fingers through my free locks of hair as he speaks.

"I need you to know how sorry I am, My Love. Sorry I left both of you without a word or note as to why. I'm sorry I cut off all contact with you after that, and I'm even more sorry that made you question what the three of us share together. I'm sorry I didn't open my heart to both of you completely, so I could have shared what feelings is dominating it about you."

My eyes begin to well up with tears as Dean talks, but I fight with everything I have to clear them away before either of them see. Except one lone tear manages to escape the corner of my eye. Only Dean catches it on the tip of his finger before it can travel far. Then he places the salty drop on his tongue, and leans his mouth down closer to my ear.

"But most of all, I'm so fucking sorry for staying away as long as I did." Dean's gravelly voice tickles across my skin making me shiver. Before his lips connect with mine causing fireworks to erupt behind my eyelids.

The kiss begins slow at first, until Dean and I are both fighting for the upper hand. I use every trick for my lips, teeth, tongue, and mouth in my repertoire to claim one of my men finally. We break apart minutes later both gasping for air. Only our burning eyes can't seem to look anywhere else. Until I feel another set of fingers move up the opposite side of my body, and the bed dipping down. Making my eyes swing in that direction landing on Duke's smiling green orbs.

"Dean isn't the only one who needs to grovel at your mercy Angel. I need to apologize as well for putting you through hell the past week and a half with no communication from me. If it's any consolation I read every one of your text and listened to each of your voicemails multiple times. Especially when the ache for you inside my body started to become too much for me to handle." Duke tells me as his wandering fingers come to rest on my opposite cheek.

Both men's sweet words bring back every ville thought I had during that time. My eyes cloud over with even more unshed tears, and my chin begins to wobble in Dean's other hand. I feel my hysterics right on the cusp, but I try to hold them back for one more minute, so I can speak.

"I thought." I stop to gulp down a breath. "I thought you both stopped wanting me, and decided to ghost me instead!" My last word comes out as more of a wail, and breaks the dam holding my emotions in check.

Both men instantly lie down beside me, and try to dry away my tears. Both whisper sweet words of love and praise in my ears while caressing every part of my skin. Only their actions seem to have the adverse reaction they wanted, because my sobs continue to get worse. Until about ten minutes later when I finally begin to settle down.

"That's it My Love. Just keep taking deep breaths. Duke and I are right here, and we're not going anywhere." Dean cooes in my ear.

"He's right Angel. We're here to stay. Now and forever. But, if you want someone to blame for making it seem like we ghosted you. Then blame Dean." Duke tells me wiggling his eyebrows at me, and discreetly pointing at Dean.

"Really asshole?" Dean asks glaring daggers at Duke.

"Abso-fucking-lutely! Remind me again, Oh Great One, who's idea was it to stop all communication while we finalized the rest of the plan, again?" Duke asks rhetorically.

"Ok. I'll admit you got me with that one." Dean says to Duke then turns to face me. "But, that's not why I suggested it."

"Then why?" I asks Dean moving my arms trying to cover my chest in anger.

"Because, I didn't want either of us to accidentally slip up, and tell you what we were doing. We spent every waking second making sure our plans came together smoothly. Involving so many different people made it damn near impossible as well." Dean tells me then throws his hands in the air in exasperation remembering it all.

"Really? Ya don't say?" I asks them both a little curious at their answer, and still mad at the original cause.

"Hell yeah it was hard Angel! Even though we call these people our friends, do you know how hard it was to bribe Dino and Sherry to help us? First we had to beg them to remove you from the auction without raising your suspicions. Then to get the other to look the other way while we dragged your unconscious body out of the bathroom, and upstairs. Heaven forbid we forget about the King Dickhead, Drake, and how stubborn he was to agree to go along with our plan. Especially after the four of you ladies got arrested? I almost feel sorry for Abbie having to deal with that! Finally, neither one of us will forget anytime soon the show we put on at your parents house! I don't know.." Duke just lets it all out until he's interrupted.

"Parents?" I question Duke, but not loud enough for him to hear me.

Instead Dean starts to scream. "OH HEY, HEY NOW! Sorry Love, but we can't give away everything just yet." 

I become down right enraged after that! I start violently pulling at my shackles trying to get free. While growling three words at both men repeatedly. "LET. ME. GO! LET. ME. GO!" Thankfully they get the hint, and begin removing the shackles.

Once I'm free both men take one of my hands, and help me up on the bed into a sitting position. Then Dean moves his body behind me, and his legs stretched out on both sides of mine. While Duke takes my other hand, and moves his body between my legs.

"Talk to us Angel. Tell us what's wrong, so we can fix it. Please." Duke begs me not just with his words, but with his eyes also.

"No more running Love. Never again." Dean whispers in my ear, and my anger pops like a balloon.

"So, you mean to say everyone knew where both of you were this entire time? While I've been actively dragging myself from the bottomless pit of depression both of your absence caused me." I ask both of them anger and confusion clear in my voice.

"Yes, but.."Duke starts to say while keeping his eyes downcast.

"But, I made each of them promise not to tell you, because I already had so much I needed to tell you first, Love." Dean finishes instead.

I look at Dean over my shoulder full of love. "Like what?"

Dean leaned his forehead against mine, closes his eyes, and lets out a long drawn out sigh. "Like the real reason I left New Years Eve night."

"Oh." I breath out.

"Yep." Duke agrees behind me, and kisses the back of my head.

"I understand this might sound like a piss poor excuse, but I suffer from severe separation anxiety. Only I react differently compared to the normal person with this affliction. Most people attach to the people around them in an unhealthy way, but with me, when someone starts getting close I push them away before they can even think about hurting me. So, on New Years Eve when I overheard you tell Duke you were in love with him, but not me, not yet at least. Only I heard the unspoken truth in your voice that even you hadn't acknowledged yet. You, Mel Blu, were in love with me then just as much as Duke. A warm, fuzzy feeling began traveling through my body straight for my heart at the realization, but when that feeling reached its destination, I didn't feel so happy anymore. I needed to get out of there immediately, and run. Because just like you, Love, I hadn't realized you and Duke had already wormed your way past all my barriers straight into my heart without me even noticing. Claiming half of my heart as your own. Which was a completely new feeling for me, and I didn't know how to handle that." Dean tells me with the naked truth shining from his eyes.

"Did you think I would leave you for Duke, or something?" I ask him.

Dean shakes his head no. "Not exactly. It's more like you would leave me for someone better without a second thought. Which is honestly what you deserve."

"How can you even think that?" I ask genuinely perplexed.

"Because it's what every person has done to me since I can even remember. First it was my parents, then the endless parade of nannies. I didn't know what it was like to have stability in my life, until I moved in with Drake and his dad when I was a teenager." Dean says sounding so heartbroken.

I make my next move quickly. Twisting my body around fully to face Dean, and cup his face in the palm of my hands. I place a lingering kiss on his lips before pulling back a few inches to look him in the eyes while I speak.

"I promise you here and now, Dean Masters, you will never have to live another day fearing I'll just up and abandon you. I LOVE YOU! I'm IN love with you just as much as I am with Duke, and that fact will never change."

"Say that again." Dean commands me with his eyes squeezed closed.

"I'm IN love with you Dean Masters. Now and forever." I say again beaming.

"I'm in love with you too Mel Blu." Dean tells me before sealing it with a fiery, all consuming kiss to my lips.

Dean leaves me spaced out and breathless minutes later. As well as sending my dorment libedo into overdrive. Causing my body to feel over sensitive, and crazy with lust. So, I spin around to face Duke, and give him the same heated kiss as Dean. Before leaving him gasping for breath.

"I'm IN love with you too, Alexander Duken."

Duke gives me a secretive smile taking both of my hands in his, and pulling me up from the bed. "That makes me the happiest man alive to hear you say that to me Angel. I'm in love with you too. Now that we've got all that heavy shit out the way. Would you like to know why we've brought you back to this room?"

"Nostalgia?" I breath out, and close my eyes from the feel of Duke's fingertips tracing the swell of my breast.

"Not exactly, Love." Dean breaths behind me in my ear before trailing kisses down the column of my neck.

"It would seem our beautiful Genie still has one final wish for us, so Dean and I are here to collect." Duke tells me as he glides his hands down the sides of my body, and comes to a stop at my hips.

"Hmm.." I humm back at them. "If I remember correctly didn't both of you promise to set the Genie free with your last wish?" I ask laying my head back on Dean's shoulder, and pushing my body closer to Duke's as he runs his hands each of my garter straps. Snapping them open and away from my thigh highs.

"That's exactly what we plan to do, but with a twist." Dean whispers in my ear while playing with the strap of my thong.

"What?" I fight through the fog rolling in my mind to ask them. Making both men stop their movement instantly.

"For our final wish Duke and I want to free the Genie only so we can bind the exotic beauty to the both of us." Dean said while Duke walks across the room to grab something off the table against the wall. Then walks back to Dean and I.

Duke shows me the items in his hands shocking me again. He's holding my collar and cuffs they gave me. Before placing the cuffs down on top of the bed, and holds the collar up to me. Meanwhile Dean goes back to his task of removing my thong. Letting the lace material slide down my nylon covered legs to the floor. Before moving his hands up to the clasp of my bra, and causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.

"With this collar Dean and I want to bind her mind, body, and soul to the both of us." Duke tells me, and silently ask for my permission to put it on with his eyes.

I give him a beaming smile and nod my head yes. Then Dean holds my hair up and away from my neck, so Duke can lock the collar around my neck. Before letting my hair fall back in place.

Next Duke and Dean switch places. When Dean stops in front of me he has the cuff with his name engraved on it in his hand, and my right hand in his. While Duke picks up where Dean left off undressing me. Sliding the garter belt down my body to join with the rest of my clothes on the floor.

Then Duke gets down on his knees to help me remove my heels. Before rolling each of the delicate stocking down my legs, to the tip of my toes, and finally off my feet. Following the downward trek with his lips against the back of my legs. I let out a deep, husky moan before Dean begins to speak. His words catching my unfocused attention immediately.

"I want this band to represent purpose. Like you are the driving purpose in mine and Duke's life now. We want to be the ones to give your life purpose. Encouraging you every step of the way from now on. Even carrying you ourselves, if need be."

"Pleeasse." I moan to Dean for him to lock the band around my right wrist.

As soon as we hear the click from the lock Dean and Duke switch places again. Duke has the last cuff in his hand. While Dean goes straight for my aching nipples. Twisting and pinching the sensitive nubs until I'm moaning loudly, and moving my legs uncontrollably.

At least Duke waits for me to go silent before talking. "With this cuff I want you to remember reason. I want this to represent each and every reason the three of us are here, and fighting for this relationship. I want this band to be the proverbial reason you are destined to be by our side for eternity."

Dean stops moving his magical hands while Duke locks the cuff in place around my left wrist. I give each bracelet a once over, and glide my fingers along the edge of both of them. Until I move my gaze back up, but instead of it only being one of them in front of me. Dean is standing right beside him both wearing matching smirks, but I give them a questioning look.

"All three bands mean we have your mind, body, and soul, but Duke and I are greedy when it comes to you. Simply put we want it all."

I chuckle at them not understanding. "What else do the two of you want from me then?"

"Your name." Duke says before pulling a small black box from his suit pocket, as well as Dean, and then they go down on one knee perfectly insync. They grasp my hands bearing their names, and look up into my stunned face.

  "Duke and I have talked about this in length, and we want you to have both of our names, so we can make this thing between the three of us legally binding." Dean starts to say, but Duke finishes.

"Mel Blu, would you do these two alpha man children the supreme honor of becoming our heart, our only thought, our every breath, simply our everything, bu becoming our wife?"

Neither Duke nor Dean looks at each other, but they manage to move at the same time. Opening the identical boxes in their hands then looks up at me. I gasp loudly, but still manage to cover my mouth with the palm of my hand quickly. They take the rings out of their boxes, and Dean hands his to Duke.

"There are three seperate rings with their own unique design, but they all three fit together perfectly. Just like us." Duke tells me as he slides the rings in place then hands the rings back to Dean.

"The third ring is the one that locks them all together. Just like you hold us together Love, and you'll get that one on our wedding day." Dean tells me placing the rings at the tip of my ring finger before looking back at me. "So, will you Genie? Will you grant us our last wish to be ours forever?"

Tears are rolling down my face in waves. More than likely taking my eye make-up with it, but I don't fucking care. I frantically nod my head yes while struggling to get my words out. "Ye..ye..YES I'l..Yes I'll mm.. Yes I'll marry both of you!" I wait for Dean to slide the rings up my finger before collapsing into their laps. Wrapping my arms around both of their necks, and cry my eyes out in utter happiness.

After a while Duke shifts my body completely onto Dean's, and stands up. He leans back down wrapping his hands around my waist, and picks my body up against his chest walking over to the bed. As soon as my skin touches his I feel nothing but his naked flesh against mine. Which I didn't even know he got undressed.

I let out a deep wanting moan, and arch my heaving breast in the air desperate for attention. My over sensitive body breaks out into a sweat, and a river of cream drips from my core. The blood in my body is boiling, but it only gets worse once Dean lays down on the bed with me on top of him. The he takes my wrists locking the cuffs together, and puts them behind his neck.

In the next second I feel Duke's hands land on my knees, and pushes them apart as wide as he can, so he can step between them. Naked just like Dean and I, but his burning green orbs are locked on my drenched folds. Until several minutes later when he licks his lips before looking back up at me with a hungry, animalist smirk on his lips.

"Nothing else matters before this moment right here, Love." Dean whispers behind me in my ear.

"Are you ready to start the rest of our lives Angel?" Duke asks next.

There is only one answer to that question, and it slides from my lips without a thought. "Forever! I love you both so much!" I tell them both.

Then both of their pulsing cocks slide home to the hilt inside both of my channels. Making me scream out a moan, and claiming me as theirs until death does the three of us apart. In that moment I realized I wouldn't change a single thing that happened to bring us here either.

Together, in love, and excited for what's to come next!

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Sooo....What do y'all think?!?
Are we all happy and excited about the ending? 😝😝😝

Well...not the end technically..

There is going to be a bonus chapter for Drake before I post the epilogue! Which I'm almost finished with now!!

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Until next time my loves!
Callie

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