Triple Threat_An MFMM Romance

by Daphne Dawn

  I see Leo every now and then when I can sneak a glance. I see the possessiveness written all over his face. It turns me on to think of him wanting to kill any man who touches me.

  My feelings for Leo are becoming harder and harder to ignore. I feel the intensity of our growing connection all the time.

  Even though he broke my heart when we were younger and I had no idea why—still have no idea—I'm finding that those old feelings are not forgotten. I was in love with him then and I think I am now.

  Maybe it was always him that I was waiting for. Maybe some secret part of my heart was always hoping that he'd find me, that his abandonment was all a mistake, and that he'd be the one after all.

  I'm worried, though, that loving Leo again will leave me broken. He did it once and I might just be a fool to expect things to be different now. He's the ultimate playboy billionaire. I don't see him changing that lifestyle for me anytime soon. Yet his eyes are crazed with jealousy and I desperately want to know what that means for us.

  William is becoming more and more insistent that I leave with him. It's time to deflect and to put an end to the night.

  "You know what, William? If you meet me right here tomorrow night, I promise that I will spend the night with you. Okay? You see, I have another booking tonight that I have to get to."

  He seems appeased for now, and we make the agreement. Thank God I can get away from him now. That was pure torture.

  Leo

  I'm going fucking ballistic watching Sienna on the arm of that average joe. How did he even get a date? Don't her clients have to at least be multi-millionaires? I know he's an informant so that's probably why he doesn't look worth a dime, but even if the guy had money, I'd still be going out of my fucking mind with jealousy.

  I try not to get jealous and I usually don't. No woman has ever been worth it. No woman provokes that primal feeling of passion inside me.

  Usually, I'm not into anything deep, but with Sienna, it's getting deeper every day. And watching her right now is making me want to throat punch that bastard.

  I order tequila. It might not help, but there's a good chance it will. The fiery liquid goes down hot, just the way I like it. It's something to distract me from the repulsive scene I see before me.

  That motherfucker’s hands are all over my woman and it's all I can do to stand back. I take another shot and then sit bleakly watching the scene unfold.

  I know it's all for a purpose. I know we have a plan. But I wasn't expecting that watching her with someone else would awaken such powerful emotions in me.

  I feel like taking her upstairs and fucking her brains out just to be sure that I'm still the only one she craves. Maybe her feelings go beyond that now? Do I dare hope?

  I know I'm deep in the trenches of feeling something real for her, but she has no idea, and I can't tell if she returns the feelings. It's probably just lust that she has for me, like every other woman. But then we have this past...

  She gets up to leave, and I'm glad that it looks like the date is over. She's played her part and it's finished. If he makes one more move towards her now, he'll be fucking done for. If he violates her space for one second after she's ended it for the night, I'll be right there to save her.

  Thankfully he never saw me. The man's apparently too fucking stupid to know when he's being set up. He goes his way and she smartly avoids my gaze before gathering her things to leave.

  I scribble out a note that says, "Meet me in the penthouse in thirty minutes."

  Then I have the waiter deliver it to her. She takes it without looking up and reads it and then leaves the lounge.

  I want to follow her and to see every step that she takes but it'd be impossible. I'll blow my cover. So as much as I don't want to, I return to the penthouse by myself, taking a different route. The casino's so massive it takes an eternity to get anywhere.

  As I walk across the slick marble floors I think about how I can't take this anymore. By now, I know that my feelings for Sienna are real, they never went away. And yet I'm confronted with the fact that she doesn't know yet.

  And we're involved in this high-stakes charade. If we don't play this right, she'll lose her reputation, I might go to jail, and her brother, though I couldn’t care less about him, will be ruined.

  I wish this was all over but until then I’ll bide my time patiently. Seeing her tonight with that other guy made it all the more evident that I want her for myself. The minute we're done with this stupid scheme, I'll tell her everything.

  I'll admit that I loved her then, ten years ago, and that I love her now. My feelings for her never went anywhere and that's why I cast aside every other woman who tried to make an imprint in my life, to take Sienna's place. I've been devoid of emotion only because my heart has all along belonged to her.

  As I take some lesser-known routes through the casino, avoiding the crowds, a man shoves past my shoulder as he walks by me near a corner stairwell.

  He's dressed all in black with a hat on and everything. No joke, he looks like a mobster out of crime novel.

  All he says as he walks past is, "You have more at stake than you realize."

  What the fuck? A cryptic message to say the least. Could this be any more surreal? I wonder about what it means and who exactly delivered it.

  I'm anxious as all hell to get back to the penthouse and to ensure that Sienna's safe. I never should've left her alone even for half an hour. What was I thinking?

  I get upstairs at last and make a very strong margarita. I might as well stick to the same poison. I wait in the darkness for her and the minutes feel like hours.

  Where the fuck is she? Did something happen? I’m pacing the room so much that I’m going to wear a fucking hole in the carpet. If she doesn't knock on that door in ten minutes, I'm going to go check all the security footage and find her.

  Finally, after I've finished my drink, I hear her soft knock. I race to the door and open it. She looks like a fucking goddess. Her dress is cinched tightly to her body, her hair cascades over her back. I take her by the hand and pull her inside, relieved to have her back in my arms.

  "Get in here, now. You won't believe what just happened."

  I pour her a drink then relay all the details of my mysterious run in. She's shocked and a little scared.

  "It's okay, baby, I promise. I'll find whoever’s behind this. It won't be a big deal."

  "I'm just so tired of all of this. I feel like we're constantly running from some unknown monster. I should've known I couldn't go unnoticed being an escort. And Leo, tonight I wanted it to be you at my table, not that creep. You had to have known that."

  Her words are like music to my ears. It offers a hint of what she may be feeling. There's no way her devotion could match my own, though. I broke her heart years ago. How can she forgive me for that? And my playboy reputation isn't helping my cause.

  I watch her sip demurely on her drink and decide that tonight has to be the night when I lay it all out on the table. She has to know how I feel about her, whether she feels the same way or not. She deserves to know the truth.

  And then, as I watch her delicately take off her jewelry for the night and lay them out on the dresser as though she's lived here forever, I allow myself to dream the impossible and be optimistic for just a second.

  There is a chance she feels this heat, this connection. I may not be alone on an island out here with my feelings. There's the slightest chance this may be real, that she can forgive the past, and tonight I want to hedge my bets on that.

  I have to set the scene and get my thoughts in order. I'm so happy to have her home that it's overwhelming. I set the terrace lights on low, I play some music, and then I even go so far as to light a few candles before grabbing her hand and pulling her outside.

  "Those wicks are fresh," she says. "You've never lit a candle out here before, have you?"

  She's caught me but I won't admit it.

  "Hey, I could just buy a lot of new candles. Maybe I light them so
much that I always need new ones." I can’t keep the grin off my face, though. She brings out a lighter side in me, a side I thought was dead.

  "Yeah right!" She gently swats my arm then takes her place on the couch.

  I start a fire in the brick outdoor fireplace, and the mood is set. She probably thinks I'm trying to seduce her, but little does she know that I have much more in store for her than that.

  I'm about to bare my soul to this girl and it makes me nervous as fuck. There's an unease in the pit of my stomach—like this might be the beginning of the rest of my life or it could literally be the end. If she leaves me hanging, it will be the first time a woman's ever refused my affections and it will hurt like hell.

  No matter what, though, I'm determined to do it.

  Sienna

  I felt pretty shaken up as I headed back to Leo's place. Having to spend the evening with that guy William was terrible. I know I had to do it but I feel like taking several showers to remove the creepy sensation of his hands on me that still lingers.

  When I left the lounge after receiving Leo's note, I saw William kind of hovering to see what I'd do. I had to pretend to be waiting for another date at a different bar in the hotel. With the way he was touching me and how he asked for me to go back to his room with him, well, it was all too much.

  I hate to think what could have happened had Leo not been there watching and if I didn't have an escape route planned.

  Escorting is a risky business. Leo was right. I never plan on being part of it again. Money or no money I'll survive some other way.

  It's not worth putting my life at risk and having to endure unwanted sexual advances from men I don't know who think they've paid for me to spread my legs.

  When I met my boss Roger, he assured me this kind of thing wouldn't happen under his watch but he was sorely mistaken.

  I'm panting, as I took the stairs up fifteen floors before grabbing a service elevator to the penthouse. Who needs a Stairmaster when you live in a hotel? My thighs are burning from climbing so many levels. I guess I won't have to hit the gym tomorrow.

  I knock on the door, catching my breath, anxious to see how Leo's faring. He seemed so miserable at the bar watching me with that guy.

  He opens the door, his face pinched with worry. "Get in here now. You won't believe what just happened."

  I go inside and he looks like a total wreck, pacing the floors and running his hands through his hair. He relays to me what happened with his mysterious encounter. Now I feel more under threat than ever. And I know it's all my fault.

  I curl up on the couch on the terrace near a roaring fire. Leo lights some candles and we joke. It seems like he's trying to set the tone, but for what?

  "I finally have you here all to myself," he says, kneeling between my legs.

  "Leo, I can't tell you how sorry I am for causing this whole mess."

  He looks at me in wonder. "What are you talking about? None of this was your fault."

  I look away sadly. I can hardly meet his gaze because I feel so ashamed, so disgusted with myself. I was warned not to enter this business and I stubbornly refused. Now multiple people's lives and careers are at risk, and it's all my fault.

  "Honestly, Leo," I say, wanting to convince him to let me take this guilt upon my shoulders. "My brother and you both warned me, and you’ve done nothing but to try to fix the mess I've made."

  "Don't ever say that, Sienna. Not ever. I'm serious."

  "Why, Leo? Why won't you just let me feel bad about this? You don't have to fix everything."

  He grips my legs and leans closer as he says, "Don't ever say that because if you hadn't entered the escort business, I may never have seen you again. So you see, it all worked out for the best. It’s like this was meant to happen."

  His words hit me in an odd way, warming me up and making me feel alive.

  "You think so?"

  "I know so," he says confidently.

  I don’t say anything, wondering at the meaning behind what he's just said.

  He pulls away and gets up, nervously pacing the floor again. It seems like something's bothering him, though I can't tell what.

  Leo is usually very chill and very in control. But tonight he kind of looks like a nervous wreck.

  It can't just because of the date. That's over now and I'm home with him, so why is he still acting out of sorts?

  "How about some champagne?" he asks.

  "Champagne? Sure, but I mean, are we celebrating something?"

  My words throw him off guard and he stops his pacing.

  "Celebrating? Yes. No. Kind of."

  He disappears inside, presumably to the glass-enclosed wine room off the kitchen, and comes out with a bottle of Dom Perignon. I watch him grab two very expensive looking champagne flutes from the bar and he comes back outside to where I'm nestled near the fire.

  "We do have something to celebrate," he says, placing the bottle on the coffee table. "Only I'm not sure how to begin. I need to talk to you. It’s something I’ve needed to say for a while."

  "What?" I say concerned. "Wait a minute, why would you need to talk to me? Did something else happen?" I’m suddenly worried that there’s something else hanging over us, more blackmail or something.

  He's at my side, and I can feel the nerves reverberating off his body.

  "I think you should know, Sienna, that this means more to me than just a casual fling."

  Wait, what?

  "It does?" I'm shocked.

  "Yes, of course, it does."

  "Leo…" I have to say it. "That doesn't make sense because..."

  "Because of the way I left you?"

  "Well, yeah."

  "I need to explain that, Sienna. Listen to me, I love you. I’ve always loved you. I did then and I do now and I have for the past ten years. There's been no other."

  There. He's said it. And while he leans back in relief, the words hang there in the air between us.

  My body is frozen in shock. I can’t believe the things I’m hearing. My own feelings for Leo have been growing, and yet I've put a wall up to protect myself.

  He hurt me in the past so I've held onto my resolve to not let myself care enough about him to get hurt again.

  But with Leo, that's hard.

  His charismatic personality, gorgeous looks, and domineering personality make it easy to want to trust him. For some reason, I’ve always feel safe with him. I guess my own feelings have been on par with his and yet I would never voice that if he hadn't said it first.

  "You loved me? For ten years? How is that possible? Leo, you just left me all those years ago without an explanation. How could I have known?"

  "You couldn't have known. Your brother found out about us. He threatened me…among other things. But he wanted me to pull away from you. I should never have listened, Sienna, but I did. That's why I left, and I'm so sorry. I hope you can forgive me and know that I’ve thought of you every day since and I've regretted leaving you."

  "My brother pulled us apart?"

  "Yes, Sienna. It’s a long story but I want to make it better now. I want to fix the mistake I made."

  I’m reeling. As he says the words, all my emotions that I've tried to repress come bubbling up to the surface. I’ve been running from this for years. I loved him too, but I’ve been too afraid to have my heart shattered again.

  He's looking at me apprehensively, waiting for my answer.

  "Leo, I love you, too. I just never thought in a million years that you'd return the feeling," As I tell him this, tears stream down my cheeks. It feels almost too good to be true.

  I still don’t understand completely what he means about how Jax was partially responsible for this, but I can’t think past the incredible feeling of hearing Leo tell me he loves me.

  He grabs me by the waist and buries his face in my hair. Then his mouth is searching for mine, and it feels like a new beginning. My admission has collapsed some wall that was between us.

  Leo is still the strong,
confident, dominating man I know, but now I see a tenderness there that wasn't obvious before.

  "Baby," he says. "I'm never gonna let you go again. Not ever. You’re mine."

  The last part is said with almost a growl, and I feel my body ignite with need. I want him so much I can barely think.

  He grabs the bottle and now I see what the champagne is for. A celebration, like he said.

  When he first brought it out I had no idea my life was about to change so drastically. Now my body is aching and vibrating, ready to really start celebrating. There's a fire burning between us.

  He's like a predator watching his prey, waiting for that perfect moment to pounce. I sit there, desire building, and I can’t wait for what’s coming.

  Sienna

  He just said I love you.

  I can't believe it. I'm in shock. My knees are shaking as he pulls me up off the couch so that we can embrace. He holds me tight and I'm swamped by the weight of his large body. I want to curl up next to him and just fantasize about this moment for a second.

  I didn't realize until now the full extent of how much I've missed Leo. He left my heart shattered and I tried to close up and to build walls around myself but he was always there within me.

  I guess you could say he's been my dream guy. And now it's all coming true. There's no one like Leo, no one I could ever love like I love him.

  I thought I was just a toy to him but now I see that's it been so much more all along. Suddenly the penetrating looks, the protectiveness, the way he makes me tell him that I'm his...it all makes perfect sense.

  He loved me the entire time. How did I miss it?

  I want to sink into this moment and never forget it.

  He holds my face in his big hands and there are tears in my eyes.

  "Baby, you're crying," he breathes the words against my mouth and I can almost taste him.