Harem: An MFMM Romance

by Abby Angel

  Our coverage of the coming trial will be live tweeted by this reporter, who personally looks forward to seeing Al Jefferson receive at least a modicum of justice from the alleged parties. Perhaps when legal briefs are filed, Ms. Winters will cast the briefs of another town’s doctors at cameras far from Havenfield. While only a small number of residents believed that Elodie Winters might be leaking the videos herself, now 48 percentage of citizens polled thought it was possible, if not probable, that Ms. Winters has released at least one of the videos that have been leaked.

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  18

  Julian

  “Fucking ketamine? I didn’t know that people were still into trippy knock out shit, but I guess…” Stefan grunts as I hand him the tox screen.

  “None of it matches up with anyone else’s reports.” I say, pointing to the State Examiner’s file. Jefferson altered the materials. And we thought agreeing to say he was in a car accident instead of shot was the biggest thing about this case. But he didn’t even tell the anesthesiologist that he’d recreationally pre-gamed with Vitamin K!”

  Vitamin K is the street name for what Al Jefferson was taking, and dealing, from his hospital. His surgery complications were because he tried to slide past everyone he was already so high on his own anesthesia he was stealing from the hospital that Al, well, he fucked himself up. What a goddamned mess.

  I toss my hands up in the air. It is one thing that this fucker is wrapped up in shady shit and trying to ruin us. Suing us because he’s thinking he’ll be able to paint us it the wrong light and no one will see the dirt under his fingernails. I mean, fuck a man who’d try and ruin other men because he can’t handle his own shit.

  But you already know what really gets me. It is what makes Stefan and David crazy about this, too. Elodie! You know we love her…and none of us want to see her hurt.

  Especially not by someone who is supposed to care for her. There was a time when Jefferson probably acted like Elodie meant everything to him, but he’s callously tossed her aside because of some fucking sex tapes? What kind of an asshole does that to someone who admires them and is inspired by them?

  “Ya know, I’m actually looking forward to the fucking trial,” Stefan says, dropping his phone. I see the latest news coverage of another another leaked sex tape is pulled up on his screen.

  I shake my head. “I guess if Elodie never wants to talk to us again for not telling her more, some fucking creep has archived some of her orgasms.”

  Stefan’s eyes light up with rage. “I am glad David thinks he’s found the person making those fucking videos. That’s not what I want for her, and I know you don’t, either. Who the hell has this much access to her and has been able to leak this shit so quickly. When Elodie had someone sweep her apartment, they only found one camera in each room…and I’m thinking that there were even more. Why do our sex lives have to be wired for sound?”

  I pass a beer to Stefan. “Fuck, I know, man. Who knows if Elodie even has an interest in being in a relationship with the three of us, and how is she ever going to trust anyone again after all of this? I mean, this guy Mark was vying for Elodie’s job. Al is a shitty fake dad to her. I guess we just have to hope that despite the scandal and drama and the trial, Elodie actually feels like she can trust us.”

  Stefan takes a long drag on his beer. We share a look but neither of us says anything for several minutes. He’s right. But if we think this is a lot to process, don’t you think Elodie’s going through so fucking much right now? Bet you want to reach through this book and hug her…I know that I’d rather have my mouth on her than a beer right now.

  “So,” Stefan puts down his beer and stretches his legs, palms flat on the counter. “That is what we want. You, David, me, and Elodie? I know we’ve done casual sex sharing…I know that Elodie spending time with us individually is fine. Or even just two of us. But you’re talking about her having a damn harem. We know that’s what we want? I don’t know if Elodie knows that, much less wants it, and I feel like we have to be sure.” Stefan straightens his back and picks his beer back up.

  I lift my beer up to his. “Stefan, don’t act like you aren’t totally in love with her. And be honest with yourself, you aren’t competing against us for Elodie. You want to share her. Don’t you want how hot it was to share her once to be every day? When are we going to meet a girl more perfect for us than Elodie?”

  Stefan listens to my speech, nods, and clinks his beer to mine. “Cheers.”

  We both drink, and my phone dings with a notification. I think maybe David’s getting in touch to tell us what he’s found out. It is just an update for my phone. After this whole sex tapes scandal, I’m relieved it isn’t another fucking news alert.

  I can’t even talk to any of my buddies anymore. I should say ex-friends, because I know what I’ve known since I met David and Stefan when we were all pre-med and decided to go to our med schools and then form a private practice together…they are the best friends I’ll only have. They are the only ones now after the shit they’ve said about Elodie and us fucking Elodie. I finally changed my number after so many guys thought they needed to see the sign-up sheet for who could gangbang her next.

  That’s not what any of this ever was. We love Elodie. We want to share her and love her equally. Certainly not with some prick who should never have watched those damn videos. The media even wants to make it like Elodie might be releasing them so they can reach for subscribers of videos no one should be watching.

  I’m sick of the fucking scum in this world. It makes me love Elodie more, knowing how strong, how good she is…and it makes me appreciate my partners because we’ve been our best team yet trying to win Elodie for us. Trying to solve this Jefferson fucking mess and survive this litigation. I am almost tempted to just cash in on money I have near liquid and buy a damn island to hide away with Elodie, David, and Stefan. We’ll ban cell phones and video devices and keep away from this insane bullshit and never deal with the pushy damn media or scammy old tycoons every again.

  And whoever it is that’s leaking these videos. David has been busy trying to find that out, and while we’re all normally sane, rational people, I started to wonder if David wasn’t going to kill the fucker when we find him. I pick up my phone and message him.

  “You can’t fuck Elodie in prison. Be smart, bro.”

  I say it out loud and Stefan laughs but nods.

  “I might use a damned emoji to reply to that if you did it in our group message-” Stefan is interrupted by the notification on his phone letting him know, yes, I did use our group chat.

  I laugh as I watch Stefan’s eyebrows knit while he browses through emojis.

  David’s message comes through before just as Stefan selects a thumbs up to send. Stefan reads it aloud. “I’m emailing you details, Stefan. You handle this. I am going to see Elodie and letting you handle this shit. No Elodie in prison.”

  “Well L-O-L,” I say, bumping my fist on Stefan’s shoulder. “He passed the don’t kill this asshole torch to you and you already thumbs-upped it.”

  We laugh, but I know by the look on Stefan’s face that he is as grateful as I am that David’s going to seek comfort in Elodie rather than murder the fucker who was stupid enough to take all these videos of her.

  “Okay, we’re all good here, but never say L-O-L to me again, or I’m posting a video of it online, badass,” Stefan says with a laugh.

  I get up to get us more beers. Today has
n’t been a total wash.

  The trial is coming soon.

  Elodie is starting to trust us despite the odds being stacked up against us.

  “Stefan, I think I have a better idea than the private island I was considering sequestering our harem on,” I tell him.

  His eyebrows raise, and then I tell him a much more enticing plan. Something to look forward to after the trial.

  19

  Elodie

  Facing the reality that the angry person I thought of as my father likely has some ulterior motive to hurt the surgeons that keep finding their way into, well, me would be so much easier if I had a handle on what the hell was going on.

  Well, okay, I thought that until about two seconds ago. I can’t figure out where the last sex tape leaked from sex I had in my own damn house happened, but when David asks where I want to meet, I still want to meet at home.

  “I’m sure no one has put out a hit on me or anything,” I say with a nervous laugh.

  I don’t know though now, something about saying that makes me paranoid. Mostly, it makes me pissed off. Someone keeps violating my privacy.

  Someone who I used to think of as the only father I have…well, I know that what he told me that night in the hospital was just what he wanted me to believe. I wouldn’t have begrudged him for wanting me to get out of the spotlight before I came back to work for him, but the way he’s treated me since this whole scandal started taking over my life? Well, I have reasons to believe that he cares a lot less for me than I thought.

  David’s voice on the phone honestly made me believe more than anything that I needed to start opening my eyes to what might be in my blind spot. After Julian’s obvious surprise before…after how David told me that he needed to share something, well, I just can’t take any chances, you know?

  David knocks on my door and I rush to the door like, for even a second, I can forget the total nightmare that these past few months have been. Because I can’t take much more of this stress. Clearly that’s why despite everything going on I keep leaning pretty hard on the orgasm button that are the three surgeons my adoptive father wants to see suffer…and the three surgeons that I seem to be falling in love with.

  Fuck, how crazy is that? This is not normal life? I mean the losing the father thing is pretty damn rough. But dealing with not one or even two men that want you, but three men that are more than happy to share you?

  That’s a level of overwhelming I didn’t know existed outside of vibe time. Though…me and my vibrator probably need to start getting better acquainted.

  Because the instant I open that door and look at David’s face, I feel heat pooling in my belly. The sight of him makes me swallow.

  “Elodie, thanks for having me over. I know that with everything…I just know that I would have understood if you wanted to never see my face again.” David clenches his fist against his leg. I don’t think he even notices the move. I mean I don’t think David or any of his surgeon partners have ever been nervous like they have been lately. I might have to switch careers in a big way, but I can’t even begin to consider what a life without that much hard work and dedication need to count for something. They built their practice from nothing!

  David’s words sink heavy on my heart. I can’t imagine a world where I don’t see his face. I don’t say that, but I think I’m dangerously close to sporting some crazy eyes.

  “Do you want some coffee?” I had considered brewing a pot, but I didn’t want to get jittery. Not when I have butterflies in the stomach, weak in the knees reactions to David as it is.

  “I think I’ll pass. I can’t take any caffeine with what I’m going to tell you.” David inhales and looks right in my eyes. “I’m not going to dance around it. Julian had uncovered proof that Al Jefferson was taking drugs when he got into his…accident. I needed to tell you. I don’t think he can be trusted, and I think there’s a lot more to this story. But I don’t want to shoot conjecture at you. Those are just the facts that we know for certain.” David puts his hands on his temples, looking at me and wondering what I’m going to say. How I’m going to take this.

  I know that the way David is looking at me, I can’t doubt anything he’s saying. I feel the raw passion between and know it is more than sex. I know that David would never lie to me, and he’s holding back even more now simply because he doesn’t want to be wrong. If this is what he feels is confirmed enough to bring to me, I’m going to lose my mind if I start thinking about what else there is yet to be proven with evidence. “David, thank you for telling me. I can’t believe…wait. That’s not what I want to say.” I throw my hands up in the air. “He’s not the person I thought he was at all. I can’t believe that whatever he’s done that he’s decided to drag your private practice through the mud to cover it up.” My voice starts to get shrill. “This place is bugged. Who knows what’s going to make the news next. I am really interested to see how this is my fault. My fault, and my pussies! Because heaven forbid a woman in this world like getting fucked. Apparently who she gets fucked by and how are just public fucking domain!” I turn around, putting my palms on my knees and crouching, trying to regain my cool.

  And, the worst fucking timing ever, there’s a knock at my door.

  I rush toward the door, and David follows quickly behind me, looking concerned.

  The last time he visited my shitty ex, Chris, showed up and demanded basically that I fuck him.

  And I’ll be damned if Chris isn’t at the door right now when I open it.

  20

  David

  “Fuck, David, I’m so glad you’re here,” Elodie says, rubbing her temples and stepping back several feet.

  “Me too, babe. I’m going to get rid of this prick.” I want to turn and look at her gorgeous face, but if she’s afraid, I will break this fucker’s face beyond a repair even my practice would provide. I look to the door and at Chris, then back to Elodie. “You stay in here, babe. I’ll deal with this.”

  Elodie nods.

  “I told you to never come back, asshole,” I say to the shitty ex-boyfriend that stumbled his drunk ass back to Elodie’s house. I have a feeling that he’s been pressured to do so.

  Fucking Jefferson put Chris up to this. Probably going to call him during the trial, and that’s exactly the kind of shit you can expect a real asshole to do.

  Right now though all I care about is getting him the fuck away from Elodie.

  I came over here so that I didn’t kick the ass of the dude that’s been filming Elodie, Mark. And the truth is that Mark was trying to hurt Julian, Stefan, and I, and told me that he never wanted to get Elodie hurt.

  Yeah, I know, how the fuck can that be true?

  Well, I told that asshole that Stefan was going to deal with him so he’d have a pulse afterward.

  If this Mark douche is telling the truth, then he probably deserves all the rage I’d want to direct his way. See, I can logically say that right now because he’s not in front of me where I’d only be thinking about kicking his ass.

  Chris, though? Well, this douche totally deserves the ass-kicking I want to deliver.

  Instead of pulling up my fists, however, I walk out the door and close it behind me. I pull out my wallet.

  “I’m not taking any more taxi money,” Chris says, a crazed look in his eyes.

  “I’m not giving you that. I’m giving you the card of a plastic surgeon. My practice won’t help you, but this guy can.” I fling the card in his direction.

  Chris has a stupefied look on his face. “Fuck you man. You think you’re hot shit because that slut Elodie let you fuck her…well, I read the goddamn news, too. She’s putting out for just about anybody and spreading it for the camera and any prick that swings a dick in her direction.”

  I press my lips together and look away for a second. There’s a molten rage boiling in my veins, and I want to hit this fucker more than I ever have.

  “Look, I get that you’re not here because you want to me,” I choke out. I want to ki
ck his ass. I’m trying to be a better man and not just some stupid hothead.

  “Fuck you, man. I’m here because I was going to have her spread her legs for me, but you’re here again. I’m happy to share with ya since you and your bros seem to have made Elodie your little fuck toy.” Chris swings for me now, and I swerve back, dodging it.

  I swing back, and I don’t miss. My fist lands with his nose, and there’s a gross fucking sound cracking through the air. I mean, you may not know this if you don’t work with your hands as your number one asset yet have an affinity for punching assholes. I’m both of those things, so I know that your hand fucking hurts when you really slam it into the many bones of someone’s face.

  “Fuuuuuuuck!” Chris shouts through spurts of blood dripping down his nose and into his mouth.

  “You swing at me. I swing back. Now, about your face, you might want to pick up that card,” I say, and I swear I try not to sound like too much of an asshole. The truth is I liked hitting him after everything he said about Elodie, even though I don’t want to actually hurt this ignorant shit that is likely just a pawn for Jefferson at the point anyhow. But that’s the logical part of me reasoning that.

  The passion-fueled rage inside me is what likes hitting Chris for saying terrible shit about Elodie. For scaring her by showing up again.

  “Get out unless you want to increase the already rising cost of healthcare,” I say, cracking my knuckles. I’m not even trying to avoid sounding like a dick there, yeah, but I really want him to leave.