Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Gigi:

To them, I was simply their usual friend sitting among them, someone they were trying to embarrass and tease.

Because for a brief moment, even I forgot that I was their brother’s girlfriend.

Jaguar’s eyes widened, and so did Theodore’s.

I wondered what was written on the card.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You have to flash your breasts, then hold them together and rub them for at least ten seconds."

Once Theodore finished reading, both brothers stared at the card before slowly looking up at me.

This was the perfect moment.

Although I had wanted something more intimate, this would do for now.

They were drunk but still somewhat aware of themselves, so I pretended to be even more intoxicated than I was.

I finished my glass of wine and rose to my feet.

"Okay, here you go," I slurred, and before either of them could stop me, I pulled up my shirt along with my bra.

Both brothers gasped, and then the room went completely still.

I grabbed my breasts and began rubbing them while they stared at me.

I kept going, and those ten seconds felt endless.

Their eyes didn’t miss a single detail. They stayed in their spots, gulping hard.

Their ears started turning red, possibly from embarrassment or awkwardness.

Still, I continued.

Then I pinched my nipples before pulling my bra and shirt back down to cover myself.

"Now, let’s see whose turn it is," I said, reaching for the bottle.

Before I could grab it, Jaguar snatched it away.

"I think you’ve had quite a lot to drink. You should rest now."

With that, he jumped off the bed.

For a few seconds, I felt embarrassed too. What if they thought I was too shameless?

His reaction certainly made it seem that way.

Theodore was no different. He got off the bed in an obviously sour mood.

My smile completely faded.

"Did I lose the game?" I asked, pouting.

"No, it’s not that, but Gigi, you should rest," Jaguar replied sternly instead of comforting me.

"You guys always do that. Whenever you start losing the game, you get so rude to me," I complained, grabbing a pillow and throwing it onto the floor.

I caught the brothers exchanging a look from the corner of my eye.

"It’s not that, Gigi. I really think you should rest."

Jaguar finally softened his tone, and as he spoke, I noticed the bulge in his pants.

So that was what was making them want to leave.

"Well, then I’ll go play with the guards because I still want to play."

At that, both brothers shook their heads and climbed back onto the bed.

"No, Gigi. You’re not playing this game with anyone else, okay?" Theodore insisted, pointing at me.

"Well, then let’s keep playing, or you two are going to look like such losers," I teased, snatching the bottle from Jaguar’s hand and casually spinning it.

"Oh, you want to know whether we’re losers or not? Fine. Let’s play another round," Theodore snapped.

I clapped my hands excitedly.

"And you’re so cute," Jaguar added, finally making me feel a little better.

I had honestly thought I’d ruined everything by acting so recklessly.

"My turn."

As I said that, I spun the bottle.

It landed on Jaguar, and I watched him, blinking innocently.

By this point, both brothers were visibly hard, enough that they had pillows resting over their laps.

I guessed they weren’t leaving because they knew I would either feel awkward, think they were being rude, or I will go find someone else to play with since I was acting so fucking drunk and out of my mind.

I wasn’t, of course.

But I had to make them believe I was.

"Okay, truth or dare?" I asked Jaguar.

"You have to pick dare because I’m not the only one doing the hard ones."

I wrestled the cards away from Theodore, though he immediately let go.

Both brothers simply watched me with resigned expressions.

"Fine, dare," Jaguar agreed.

"Okay, so your dare is—" I told Jaguar, who seemed too distracted to choose anything himself.

"Oh, you have to–" I paused as I read the card.

Then I quickly pulled it back.

"No, I don’t think you can do that," I murmured playfully.

"Wait, what is it? What does it say?" Jaguar insisted, reaching over to snatch the card from me.

Theodore leaned closer and read it aloud.

"You have to flash the room and stroke yourself."

Theodore covered his mouth and burst out laughing.

"Don’t do that. I don’t think he can even get hard."

The moment I said it, Jaguar’s eyes widened.

"Oh, don’t say that. That’s not true. I am an alpha king, I can get so fucking hard that it’ll blow your minds."

Just as expected.

Alpha kings and their egos were always like that. Give them the slightest push, and they completely lost their minds.

"Well, then prove it," I challenged, folding my arms across my chest.

Theodore moved back toward the bed and copied my pose, crossing his arms as well before he turned his back to his brother as he wasn’t going to watch it.

We were getting carried away and becoming far too comfortable with the game.

Jaguar nodded, but just as he was about to continue, his phone suddenly started ringing.

My entire mood soured when Jaguar immediately straightened his posture and turned to Theodore, letting him know Ragnar was calling.

Whenever they remembered Ragnar, they always put distance between us.

So I knew that even after the call ended, the game was pretty much over.

"What?" Jaguar almost snapped into the phone.

Theodore rushed up behind him, leaning over his shoulder to press his ear closer to Jaguar’s phone.

"Where is Verity now?" Jaguar asked.

It wasn’t subtle. It felt like a wrecking ball had slammed straight into me.

My entire existence seemed to freeze as I looked up at him.

I tried to take in as much of their reactions as possible.

Just hearing the name Verity had made Jaguar look incredibly stressed.

At the same time, Theodore immediately straightened his back, his entire expression sharpening.

But more importantly, why was Ragnar talking about Verity?

"Okay, I’m coming over," Jaguar said without hesitation as he jumped off the bed.

"What’s going on?" I heard Theodore ask, but Jaguar kept rushing toward the door.

"What’s going on? Are you guys—"

I was still speaking when neither of them stopped. They simply walked out of my house without another word.

I was left there drunk, frustrated, and completely confused by what had just happened.

More importantly, I was worried.

Had Oliver been so reckless with her that he’d left her stranded on the side of the road?

A smile slowly crept across my lips as I reached for another glass of wine, then another bottle.

"Well, here’s to Verity getting destroyed."

I laughed through my tears.

So it didn’t matter that they had left.

I was going to sleep and wake up to very good news.