Three Against One (2)

“Nik, this wasn’t our agreement.” I say as I pace around in my room, my phone pressed tightly to my ear.

He sighs, “Anya, you know I don’t have control over these things. I’m gunning for a promotion and this is the shortest route to it.” He says.

“And besides, I thought you and the guys were getting along nicely.” I choke on my saliva and cough for a few seconds.

Understatement of the fucking year.

I can’t stay here for another week or two, it’s a recipe for disaster. They are my brother’s bestfriends for goodness sake! I’ve made some very questionable choices the past two days but in my defense, they have a secret way of scrambling my brain and making me do things against my better judgement.

Like letting them fuck me raw over the kitchen counter while I moaned like a whore. I clench my thighs at the memory.

“Anya are you still there?” Nik’s voice pulls me out of my vile thoughts and I cringe.

“We were getting along because I was only supposed to stay a week Nik. Besides, don’t you think I’ve overstayed my welcome? The guys might have agreed just to be polite, they’re probably sick of me.” Nik hates being a bother. If this doesn’t work, I don’t know what will.

“It’s the opposite actually. They love having you around, they’re enjoying catching up with you and hanging out. I heard you watched a movie together and even went swimming.” My face heats up at the thought of what actually happened during those activities but I’d die before I tell him anything.

“Look Anya, it’s just one more week. I promise I’ll get you those headphones you had on your birthday wish-list.” I perk up at that.

“Really?”

“Yeah really.” He says and I nibble on my lower lip. Maybe if I pretend to be really busy with school work and stay in my room…

“Okay fine, take care of yourself.” I say and he laughs.

“So eager to get rid of me.” He teases and I snort.

We say our goodbyes and I hang up. I sigh and sprawl on the bed in a not so lady-like way.

I do what any sensible person in my current situation would do. I open my phone and start doomscrolling.

I lose myself in memes and random videos on social media because it’s much better than facing reality at the moment.

Surprisingly, the day goes by and I’m not disturbed. When I went down earlier in the afternoon to snack on something, the guys weren’t anywhere to be seen. I riffled through the cupboard and found some chips, cookies and gummy bears. I wonder which one of them is the sweet tooth. I returned to my room and munched on the snacks whilst watching a new K-drama on my laptop.

I don’t know when I fell asleep but I wake up when I feel someone gently nudge my shoulder and I squint up at them. I groan when I see Marcus smiling down at me.

“Wake up sleeping beauty.” He says in a sing song voice that annoys the hell out of me.

“Go away.” I grumble and he snickers. The next thing I know, he’s pulling me up and I struggle in his arms and glare at him.

“What!” I yell when he has successfully chased the last remnants of sleep from my eyes. I fold my arms and lean on the headboard whilst giving him a look that I hope properly displays my irritation.

“We’re going out for dinner. Wear something nice, we’re leaving in an hour.” He runs his hand through my hair with a small smile on his face and I lightly smack it away knowing my hair is probably a mess right now.

“What if I don’t want to go?” I say defiantly and a dark gleam flashes in his eyes.

“I would advise against it sweetheart unless you’d like some time over my knees as well.” He says with an evil smirk on his face and I look away and flush at the mention of being over his knees.

I can’t believe I even let that happen in the first place. Alex had no right but I have no doubt that Marcus wouldn’t hesitate to carry out his threat just to make a point so I grumble.

“Fine, go away.”

He grins and pets my hair like I’m a house cat or something, “Good girl.” He says and leaves.

I glare at his stupidly sexy back as he walks away. Ughh!!

I drag myself out of bed so that I can make myself look presentable. He said to dress nice but failed to tell me how nice. What kind of restaurant are we even going to?

I go into the closet to see if I have anything to wear. I can’t remember if I packed any dinner dresses.