Page 60 of Four Fiances & I

“Then we will discuss it with her today. We will tell her that it’s now up to her whether we are her daddies or just Christian and Jason, her husbands.”

I nod, knowing he’s right; it’s time to approach the topic.

Her laugh fills the air before someone knocks on the door.

“Is it safe to come in?” Sean asks as Maximus and Jasmine laugh together. Jason looks at me and winks.

“No, we have the stripper from last night in here.”

My eyes widen simultaneously as the door flies open with such force that I worry it will come off the hinges.

“You better be kidding me!” Jasmine yells, storming into the room and standing before the two of us with her hands on her hips.

“Oh, someone's feeling brave!” Maximus whistles as he walks into the room.

“Braver than me,” Sean adds, smirking. Jasmine holds up one finger, silencing them both. She turns her attention to me.

“Sweetheart, can you see a stripper hiding anywhere?” I ask, waving my arms around.

“I know you wouldn’t dare have one here; that’s not the problem!”

“Then what's the issue, Angel?” Jason asks, sitting forward and smirking at her.

“That you even had one when I can’t!”

“We didn’t have a stripper,” I sigh before looking around at my brothers. “Did we?”

“No!” the others laugh.

I’m surprised when Jasmine walks over and slumps onto the sofa next to me, instantly leaning into my side. For a moment, I freeze before lowering my arm and wrapping it around her shoulder.

“You okay, Sweetheart?” I ask into her hair. She looks up at me and nods.

“Just tired.” She reaches up and runs a finger lightly over a bruise on my face.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, looking down at her arm. She shakes her head and shows me both arms, knowing I need confirmation.

“I’m fine.”

Needing to calm myself before we go any further, I bury my nose in her hair and close my eyes, reminding myself that she is still here, and I didn’t fuck everything up royally.

“You both look like shit,” Maximus says, handing Jasmine a cup of coffee.

“Trust me; I feel like it in more ways than one,” I admit into Jasmine's hair before looking up to see Maximus looking at me. “I’m sorry to you all, but I’m especially sorry I tried to get between you and Jasmine last night. It won’t happen again.”

“Yeah, it better not because I will take a lot from you, Christian; you are my brother, and I love you. But if you ever try to stop me from going to Shorty again for no other reason than you say so, I will go full Jason on your ass.” Jason and Sean both laugh as Maximus smirks at me. I know he’s trying to keep the mood light, but his eyes tell me he means every word, and I don’t blame him.

“Tell you what, if I ever do it again, I will let you go one better.”

“Oh yeah, and what’s that?” Maximus asks, frowning.

“I will let you set Jasmine on me.” My brothers burst out laughing as Jasmine protests in my arms, which I tighten around her to ensure she can’t hit me. My body went through enough last night, and I’m aching.

“Damn, I wasn’t going to go that far!” Maximus laughs, winking at Jasmine before sitting down next to her.

“I don’t know how to take that?” she admits, sitting back with her arms over her chest, sulking.

“Take it as it’s meant, a huge compliment,” I say, kissing her head again.

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