jealous,” Ezra grumbles.
“Do you consider yourself gay or bisexual?” I don’t know why their dynamic intrigues me. They are a puzzle I want to sort out and solve.
“No, I love woman,” Cort denies , but a tension runs through Ezra’s body when Cort rejects him. “Ezra and I are partners for life, nothing will ever change that.” I’m not sure why, but that comment hurt. I’ve never felt as if I could be an equal in their group, but knowing that even Aaron is less in their eyes, lessens any chance I had. It just hurts. I can’t compete with their history.
“You w ere lovers before-” I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.
“Yes, before the M onster changed all of our lives. Yes, we were lovers. And I considered myself gay. We made a sport out of experimenting since we could walk.” Ezra laughs in my ear.
“How can you d o what we just did then?” I defensively ask. I feel like I should be apologizing to Ezra for allowing him to sexually touch me. But then again, I have so many things to apologize for when it comes to my moment of weakness… so many things.
“I can’t explain it, other than by saying that I was different before. I… I had some problems earlier in my life that messed with my way of thinking. The part of me that I call Master Ez, he prefers women. I’m maybe a bit more gay than bi, but I do like girls… and I especially like you,” Ezra presses into me to prove his point.
I’m sandwiched between them both. Cort fused to my back and Ezra to my front. I don ’t want to enjoy it, but I do. The one emotion that I’m surprised to feel, is safe. I feel safe and content in their arms.
“ Why do you have wives and fiancées? Why do you live here and not with them? Why am I in your bed and they aren’t?” The questions keep firing as I work myself up. “Why isn’t it just the two of you?”
“That is C ortez’s story to tell, not mine,” Ezra murmurs.
“And I’m too tired to tell it right now. I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Cortez says as he snuggles in tighter. A few seconds later, his breathing changes, it evens out as he drifts off to sleep.
“Thank you for sleeping with us,” Ezra breathes against my neck. “We will sleep better kn owing you’re safe in our arms. Until the morning, my Katya.”
“Good night, Ezra,” I mumble, my mind a stew of confusion.
Chapter Five
Even after an excellent night’s sl eep, the worries overcome me. I’m so out of my league. I can feel myself falling for not only Ezra, but Cortez, too. I’m so fucking stupid.
But nothing compares to the note resting on my desk. I huff in a lungful of air and try to think of an option, a solution, or a way to dig myself out of this situation. I keep drawing a blank, no matter how hard I think. I’m giving myself a migraine.
“We need to talk,” Monica says as she barges into my office. I guess a closed door is now an open invitation to enter.
“About wha t?” My voice shows my annoyance, and it’s only tinged with a small amount of terror. But now is not the time to think about that, Katya.
“I said some stuff I shouldn’t have before you left,” Monica hesitantly says as she takes a seat in front of my desk.
“Oh, really?” I arch an eyebrow in her direction.
“I realize that narki ng on you would gain me nothing.” She holds my gaze, and not only do I know she’s being truthful, but she feels badly about it. Her manning up makes me respect her more.
“Monica , let’s put our shit on the table, shall we? What exactly is your issue with me? Whether I’m here or not, you still wouldn’t have this job. You’re excellent at your own position, and we don’t have anyone else that is qualified to do it. But it’s not the job is it?” I have a theory about Monica, and even Kristal, but I just haven’t voiced it yet. I’m too scared to admit that I’ve fallen victim
“Do you consider yourself gay or bisexual?” I don’t know why their dynamic intrigues me. They are a puzzle I want to sort out and solve.
“No, I love woman,” Cort denies , but a tension runs through Ezra’s body when Cort rejects him. “Ezra and I are partners for life, nothing will ever change that.” I’m not sure why, but that comment hurt. I’ve never felt as if I could be an equal in their group, but knowing that even Aaron is less in their eyes, lessens any chance I had. It just hurts. I can’t compete with their history.
“You w ere lovers before-” I trail off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.
“Yes, before the M onster changed all of our lives. Yes, we were lovers. And I considered myself gay. We made a sport out of experimenting since we could walk.” Ezra laughs in my ear.
“How can you d o what we just did then?” I defensively ask. I feel like I should be apologizing to Ezra for allowing him to sexually touch me. But then again, I have so many things to apologize for when it comes to my moment of weakness… so many things.
“I can’t explain it, other than by saying that I was different before. I… I had some problems earlier in my life that messed with my way of thinking. The part of me that I call Master Ez, he prefers women. I’m maybe a bit more gay than bi, but I do like girls… and I especially like you,” Ezra presses into me to prove his point.
I’m sandwiched between them both. Cort fused to my back and Ezra to my front. I don ’t want to enjoy it, but I do. The one emotion that I’m surprised to feel, is safe. I feel safe and content in their arms.
“ Why do you have wives and fiancées? Why do you live here and not with them? Why am I in your bed and they aren’t?” The questions keep firing as I work myself up. “Why isn’t it just the two of you?”
“That is C ortez’s story to tell, not mine,” Ezra murmurs.
“And I’m too tired to tell it right now. I’ll tell you tomorrow,” Cortez says as he snuggles in tighter. A few seconds later, his breathing changes, it evens out as he drifts off to sleep.
“Thank you for sleeping with us,” Ezra breathes against my neck. “We will sleep better kn owing you’re safe in our arms. Until the morning, my Katya.”
“Good night, Ezra,” I mumble, my mind a stew of confusion.
Chapter Five
Even after an excellent night’s sl eep, the worries overcome me. I’m so out of my league. I can feel myself falling for not only Ezra, but Cortez, too. I’m so fucking stupid.
But nothing compares to the note resting on my desk. I huff in a lungful of air and try to think of an option, a solution, or a way to dig myself out of this situation. I keep drawing a blank, no matter how hard I think. I’m giving myself a migraine.
“We need to talk,” Monica says as she barges into my office. I guess a closed door is now an open invitation to enter.
“About wha t?” My voice shows my annoyance, and it’s only tinged with a small amount of terror. But now is not the time to think about that, Katya.
“I said some stuff I shouldn’t have before you left,” Monica hesitantly says as she takes a seat in front of my desk.
“Oh, really?” I arch an eyebrow in her direction.
“I realize that narki ng on you would gain me nothing.” She holds my gaze, and not only do I know she’s being truthful, but she feels badly about it. Her manning up makes me respect her more.
“Monica , let’s put our shit on the table, shall we? What exactly is your issue with me? Whether I’m here or not, you still wouldn’t have this job. You’re excellent at your own position, and we don’t have anyone else that is qualified to do it. But it’s not the job is it?” I have a theory about Monica, and even Kristal, but I just haven’t voiced it yet. I’m too scared to admit that I’ve fallen victim
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