Page 108 of My Favorite Secret
Tyler grins. “You want to have a threesome in the maze, we’ll have a threesome in the maze.”
I can go one step further.
A very specific conversation comes to mind that took place between the three of us that night at The Clover.
Harper revealed her deepest fantasies to us. A fantasy she never thought she could go through with.
But it’s become my goal in life to please Harper in every sense. What my girl wants, she gets. And I can’t think of a better place than the maze to give it to her.
She wants to forget about that disastrous party. This will make her well and truly forget.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
HARPER
I step out of the shower, my limbs sore from an intense ballet session earlier in the day. Felix and Tyler are downstairs, cleaning up after dinner. Once they’re finished, I’ll be sure to ask them for a massage to help relieve some of the strain in my muscles.
After wrapping myself in a bathrobe, I sink onto the chair at the dressing table, smiling at my reflection as memories from the last three days at this beach house play in my mind.
There have been serious moments, like my ballet practice and when I study with Tyler and Felix each morning in the library. But everything else feels like a blissful dream—my squeals of laughter each time Tyler and Felix chase me through the house. The late-night skinny dipping in the pool which turns into unrestrained fucking. There isn’t a surface in this house we haven’t claimed. Not a single room we haven’t had sex in.
Even the kitchen isn’t a safe zone. What always starts as playful teasing when we cook turns into me bent over the counter, my fingers gripping the edge as one of them takesme from behind, the other stroking themselves as they watch. Nothing has ever felt this good. This getaway has been exactly what I’ve needed after Paul forced himself on me.
Dad is due back from Italy soon. I don’t believe the deranged accusations Paul made about him—promising my hand in marriage in exchange for a promotion. I’ve tried not to waste time dwelling on it.
Felix and Tyler keep encouraging me to report Paul’s behavior. I know I should. I’m telling myself I will. I’m just not ready, knowing an official statement will require me to relive the experience when all I want is to forget Paul put his hands on me. It would cause issues for my father’s work. What if people don’t believe me?
Paul’s actions weren’t my fault. He was drunk and has serious mental issues. But in some ways, I feel guilty for not shutting him down sooner. I accepted flowers from Paul. I let him call me beautiful. I continued seeing him for my father’s sake, even though I wasn’t interested. The last thing I want is for my father to feel responsible in any way.
Pushing Paul from my mind, I try to focus on happier thoughts as I towel dry my hair. I miss my father and am excited to see him when he returns. I’d like him to attend one of my ballet rehearsals so I can make him proud of how hard I’m working. But there’s also a tinge of unease in the pit of my stomach, knowing that with Dad’s return I’ll once again need to hide what has become natural between me, Felix, and Tyler.
The three of us have a plan. Once we graduate, we’ll find an apartment to live in. It won’t be strange for two brothers to share a place. As for me, everyone has always known I’m close friends with Tyler. We’ll make this work. Life will be perfect.
A car horn blares from the driveway, snapping me out of my thoughts. It’s past nine p.m. and I have no idea who could be visiting us at this hour. Curious, I step up to the bedroom window, startled when finding a dozen cars parked in front of the house. There’s a group of people, at least twenty, talking among themselves. Some are walking toward the back of the house.
But that’s not the strange part.
My mouth turns dry and my throat tight, unnerved by the sight of these people. Everyone is dressed in black and wearing a mask. Some are just balaclavas. Others look like animals and demons. I can’t tell how old the people are. I can’t identify anything about them.
I don’t know what’s happening but this has Felix’s name written all over it.
I turn back to the mirror, gasping when I see two masked figures standing behind me in the reflection. Two men, dressed all in black. One has dark hair. The other is blond with tattoos creeping up his neck.
I let out a breath and smile, spinning to face my men. Getting a proper look at them, I realize they’re not masked but are wearing black and white skeleton face paint. Despite knowing it’s Felix and Tyler, my heart races at the eeriness of their appearance, uncertain of whatever these disguises are about.
The way they look at me sends a shiver of fear through me, straight to my clit. That’s the last place fear should impact me. But heat pools between my legs at how Felix and Tyler stand unmoving, their eyes boring into me, piercing and intense. It’s frightening and yet beautiful, especially with the stark contrast of Felix’s green eyes.
Tyler is equally mesmerizing. The skeleton painthighlights the sharpness of his cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw.
Felix steps forward and runs a finger along my cheek, tilting my chin up. An amused huff leaves his lips. His gaze roams my body, making me acutely aware that I’m naked beneath this bathrobe.
“Don’t be frightened, Little Sinner. We have a surprise planned for you tonight.”
Tyler moves closer too, circling behind me. My nipples pebble when I feel his breath hot on my neck. He leans in and murmurs in my ear. “We’re throwing an intimate party in the maze. There’s one rule on entry. Everyone must hide their face.”
“Why?” I whisper.
Tyler strokes my hair back from my shoulders. “There’s a famous quote by Oscar Wilde.A mask tells us more than a face. There are no consequences when wearing a mask. No one knows who you are. No need to hold onto your inhibitions. You’re free to dowhateveryou please, in front ofwhoeveryou please.”
