Page 45 of The Billionaire's Bride

"You haven’t seen how pissed off each of them gets, when they know I am with the other. They have come to blows at least twice now, already."

"So let them fight it out." She raises a hand, "They need to get it out of their systems; let them."

"They’ll hurt each other."

"They’ll heal." She shrugs.

I stare at her, and she scowls back, "What? Don’t tell me you don’t find the thought of two men fighting over you, hot?"

"Honestly?" I bite down my lower lip, "It is a little hot, I suppose." She grins and I hold up a hand, "But mostly, it gives me a headache." I rub at my temples, "How the hell am I going to figure this out?"

"Don’t sweat it, babe." She walks toward me and grips my shoulder, "Let things happen organically."

"I tried that, remember?" I sigh. "I think I took the meaning of ‘organically’ to be too literal."

"Maybe you just need to sleep with both of them, so you can compare how you feel, you know?"

"I’ve done that already."

"But do it more consciously?" She raises her eyebrows, "So you can weigh how you feel, and not just physically."

"It doesn’t seem right… You know?" I slide my hands into the pockets of the leather jacket that I had thrown over my dress before leaving earlier. "It feels too cold, too calculated… And it goes against everything I thought a relationship should be about."

"Well, these are extenuating circumstances, so…"

"But does it justify that I am actually, in effect, with two men at the same time?" I glance at her, stricken, "Shit, it does come down to that, right? I am a two-timing little slut." Tears form in my eyes.

She frowns at me, "Stop being so judgmental of yourself."

"Why shouldn’t I be?" I sniff.

She glances around, spots the box of tissues I keep in the far corner of the studio and goes over to grab them for me. She returns, hands it to me, and I mumble my thanks. "I mean, it’s not natural, having such a deep connection with two men and not being able to decide." I dab at my eyes.

"It happens." She eyes me closely, "And it’s not completely your fault. After all, those two set you up."

"Yeah," I bite the inside of my cheek. "Still doesn’t help me, though. After all, I am the one caught in between them."

"That," she smirks, "is the key point here."

"What?"

"In between them." She titters.

"You have a one-track mind." I roll my eyes. "Nothing like that is ever going to happen."

"You don’t even know what I am thinking of."

"Don’t I?"

She arches an eyebrow, "Again, don’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it."

"No." My cheeks heat. "Okay, maybe."

"Ha!" she crows. "What better way of comparing them, then having them side by side?"

"Stop." I slap my hands over my ears. "Seriously, Iz, I think you’re sexually deprived; you need to get laid."

"Tell me about it." She blows out a breath, then glances at her watch. "OMG, look at the time. I need to get going."