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Chapter Seventeen

Jolie

Why—in my anger—did I have to open my big mouth? Ten guys. How in the fuck am I going to manage that? There are simply not enough hours in a day for all of them, and then time for me too. I’ve spent the last twenty-four hours being torn between them all. Chester’s currently in a mood because he wants more attention. He tried to convince Creed to let him tattoo him, but when Creed refused, Chester stormed off to his room, and I haven’t seen him since.

With a sigh, I make my way up the stairs and turn down the hallway towards Team Zeus’s wing. Knocking first, I wait a moment before I push open the bedroom door to find Chester sitting at a desk in front of a large bay window, a sketchbook and pencil in his hands. Padding across the room on silent feet, I move to stand behind him and place my hands on his shoulders. A gasp falls at the lifelike drawing he is working on. It’s apicture of all three of us—me, him, and Creed—laying in my bed together.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

Chester puts his pencil down and turns in the swivel chair to face me. His hands come to the back of my thighs, pulling me forward until I’m standing between his spread legs. “I will be,” he murmurs, resting his head on my stomach. “You look edible—where are you off to?”

“I have a date with Kai. But first, Brennan has set up a video call with Amelie to find out if she knows what her organisation’s involvement is with Olympia. She will only talk to me.”

“I’m jealous,” he admits.

My hands take hold of his face, forcing him to look up at me. “I know. But I also know we will find a way to make this relationship work.”

“And what if we don’t?”

“Is that even an option? I won’t choose, nor will I settle down with just one of you. However, I will understand if it’s not for you.”

“I’m not giving you up,” he growls possessively. “I would kill them all and take you hostage before that happens.”

“Okay, caveman, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Stepping back, I turn to leave, but Chester loops his finger in the back of my jeans and pulls me into his lap. Grabbing my chin, he tilts my head to the side and places his lips on mine.

“I’m going to be late,” I say through a giggle, and hear someone clear their throat.

Looking up, my gaze latches onto Brennan dressed in a grey suit that moulds perfectly to his chiselled body. Jealousy swirls in my stomach at the thought that someone would have handmade that suit just for him. How close must they have been to him to take his measurements for a custom fit that snug?

“Our call is in five minutes. I have it set up and ready in the office.”

“There’s an office?” I swear this house is a maze.

I stand from Chester’s lap, but before I can take a step away, he slaps my ass with a chuckle.

“Have a nice date,” Chester calls out as both Brennan and I exit the room.

He leads me down to the main floor, through a door, and into a dimly lit hallway with a singular door at the end. Brennan opens the door and I look around; it appears exactly how a classic conference room would.

This room is a stark difference from the rest of the architecture—Creed’s house typically has a gothic feel, whereas this room is all business. The walls are white, except for a dark-grey feature wall which also has a rectangle cutout lined with faux wood, showcasing multiple crystal decanters filled with amber liquor.

A long table that would seat at least ten people takes centre stage and has a light wooden top and metal legs. The chairs surrounding it are all grey bucket-style seats, matching the wall, and a bonsai has been placed in the middle of the table. Brennan has the large screen extended down at the far end of the room.

“Is this thing on?” a guy says over the sound system, only half of his mouth and nose visible.

“Kalen,” a girl snaps. “Move away from the screen. No one needs to see your boogers.”

I snicker at her comment.

“No, they want to see my monster co—oomph. Why did you sucker punch me?” This Kalen guy says with a laugh.

He finally steps away from the camera, and I take in the beautiful woman dressed in a black pin- striped pants suit, her hair pulled back in a braid. The guy is dressed less formally, in a pair of slacks and a business shirt with the top buttons undone.

“Hi,” the woman, who I’m guessing is Amelie, says, and I awkwardly give her a wave. She and Kalen sit side by side, looking like a true power couple.

I walk to the front of the room and sit in a seat next to Brennan.

“Thank you for calling us,” Brennan says. “I’m Brennan and this is Jolie.”

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