Page 114 of Sin Bin Daddies
“Yeah,” I whisper.
Henry’s face twitches, like he’s trying to keep it together, but it’s unraveling bit by bit. He runs a hand over his face and starts pacing in a tight circle, like a man trapped by his own thoughts.
His breathing is ragged, as if he’s trying to keep calm but the tension in his body betrays him. He doesn’t shout. Doesn’t demand answers.
That’s what makes it worse. His silence is its own kind of explosion.
“How the hell does this happen?” he asks, more to himself than to us. “Why? You’re way too young for this. Why weren’t you using protection?”
I bite my lip, unsure of how to answer. It doesn’t make sense to me either. None of this was planned, and I thought I was in the clear when it came to contraception.
But here I am—caught between three men, three lives that I never expected to intertwine like this.
My chest tightens at the thought. How did I get here? More importantly, what the hell do I do now?
Asher moves before I can respond, his voice steady in the silence that’s growing unbearable. “We’re all figuring it out.”
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear anything from you. How could you impregnate her?” Henry asks.
“I made a choice to sleep with them,” I say.
“You are a kid. You don’t know anything,” my brother says.
I’m about to reply when Asher stands between us. “Hey. Don’t talk to her like that.”
“Hart!” my brother shouts.
“I know this is a shock to you, but we’re all grown ups here and we plan to handle it the same way. We care about her. I care about her. I’ll step up, no matter what. I love her. She’s not alone in this.”
Asher’s words hit me like a wave.
Love.
I wasn’t ready for that. Not now. Not in the midst of all this chaos. But hearing him say it, like he’s certain, like he’s already accepted this strange new reality between us shakes something inside me.
I swallow against the wave of emotion threatening to rise up.
Henry’s gaze flicks between Asher and me, processing the gravity of the situation. Then he exhales, his shoulders slumping. He looks down at the floor before lifting his eyes to meet mine.
“I’ll tell Logan to reserve an extra day at the hotel. I’ll stay there for the night. I need time to think.”
The words hang in the air. Henry doesn’t wait for me to say anything; he just heads for the door. It clicks shut behind him, the sound like a nail in a coffin.
I stay rooted to the spot, my hand still clenched around the spoon. The tension lingers between Asher and me, settling like a weight on my chest.
It’s not just about Henry’s shock. It’s the weight of the choices I’ve made, the lives I’ve impacted, and now the mess I have to untangle.
Asher steps closer to me, brushing a hand through my hair, and for a moment, I lean into the touch. “You okay?” he asks, his voice full of concern.
I nod, though it’s a lie. I’m not okay. How could I be? But I can’t fall apart right now. Not with everything still in front of me.
“I think I should tell the others. Tonight. Before they run into Henry or Logan.”
Asher’s hand stays on my shoulder, warm and grounding. “Eat first,” he says softly. “I’ll call them.”
I don’t argue. There’s no escaping this mess, no running from the consequences. But I have to face it. I have to tell them.
The harem. That’s what we are.But how do you explain this—this tangled mess of desire, connection, and love—to anyone else?
