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“What did you bring me here for?” she inquired, flaring her nostrils. “To kill me? You could’ve done that in Indianapolis.”

“I would never harm you,” I said. The venom in her voice fueled me. “I brought you here to heal you.”

She rolled her eyes at me.

KAMILA

After Alex had a virtual meeting about his sponsors and brand partnerships with his management, he joined Fylox and me in the movie theater on his mansion’s second floor. I had been allowed a breather, and now it was back to game time.

Alex took his seat next to Fylox. The caramel recliners were just the right amount of soft and hard. I could imagine myself falling asleep while the movie we’d picked played. However, I wasn’t going to sit on one of those chairs for the next two hours.

Jordan wasn’t due home until after the movie finished.

I walked over to Fylox, sinking to the floor in front of him. Between his long legs, I sat, and I waited for further instructions. I tucked a strand of red hair behind my ear, and then I placed my flat palms on my thighs.

“I want her to watch this movie with me,” Alex told Fylox.

“Too bad.”

“Seriously, man?” Alex added, “You have her every day while I travel the country.”

“I didn’t exactly have her. She’s not mine. We’re only playing a game, and your bickering is sucking the fun out of it.” Fylox’s precise words cut me, making me bleed. I took a deep breath. He didn’t lie. We hated each other. I burdened him with my presence. Now Mandy was sick, and she needed additional attention. We were a nuisance for these men. A little game to take the edge off was more than welcome.

“I want her to be mine.”

My heart plummeted. Thank the heavens that I wasn’t allowed to speak. I didn’t want to break Alex’s heart. I wasn’t what he envisioned. My reputation made it seem like I was trained for the monsters he was up against. That wasn’t true. At home, I had been trained to appear in front of the public. But it wasn’t anything that I didn’t believe in. I enjoyed talking to the citizens of my home. I promoted our values with a heavy sexual undertone.

When Jordan brought us to Indianapolis, he was determined to have me appear in public with his son. Before we’d gone to a sports fundraiser that Alex had been invited to, his PR team set me aside, and they tried to rewire my brain.

I wasn’t used to it.

I couldn’t stand next to him and let him play the prominent role.

I’d grown up being the center of attention.

Sure, I was on my knees in front of Alex’s best friend. Yes, I liked being degraded. But I didn’t let the public see me that way. It was an allure that I’d created in Katantia. Not even my brother was allowed to see me on my knees for anyone.

“Do you want to sit on somebody’s lap for the duration of the movie?” Fylox asked me.

“Whatever you say.” He didn’t ask me to call him a particular name. I was glad. I couldn’t envision myself calling Fylox ‘sir.’ That was too surreal.

“Sit on mine. You can sleep in Alex’s arms tonight.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

Fylox helped me up from the floor, his fingers causing goosebumps to erupt all over my skin. The oversized black t-shirt I wore didn’t leave much to the imagination of the two men in the room. He was big enough for me to pull my legs close to my chest as I sat on him. He didn’t mind my weight on him. He didn’t budge if I accidentally kicked him. His hand was on the armchair and on my lower back, touching the skin under the shirt.

Alex let the movie play. We were fancy fucks over there in Katantia, but private home theaters were a new concept for me. I was used to private home sex dungeons instead.

The men watched the movie. I’d made Fylox download one with Jennifer Lawrence. I had been the one to pick the movie, but my attention was on Fylox’s face.

Since we moved to Indianapolis, he shaved his face every day. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew that it freaked him out. Cursing, scents, and body contact were a few things that triggered him. I was allowed to sit on him because he had given me permission to do so. He had control.

When the movie finished, Fylox’s eyes finally met mine. “I should’ve made you watch the movie.”

“What’s going on here?” Jordan asked, and I jumped out of Fylox’s lap like a bitch in heat. “What’s she doing on your lap?”

“Dad, it’s not what you think…” Alex tried to calm his father down. Jordan stomped towards us. I actually felt the ground move.