The Two Men Who Shared My Heart - Love Triangle (MM+M) (Entangled Hearts 💜 Book 1)

I huffed and waited, bored out of my freaking mind as the on-hold music played. All I wanted to do was ask a simple question regarding my new credit card. 

Never had I realised it would be this excruciating to make one measly phone call to a credit card company. No wonder my mom always put off calling when she had to.

Speaking of my mom, she and my dad were grinning at each other and murmuring into each other’s ears again. Honestly, they should just go do what they need to, not like I didn’t already know what was up anyway. They could ask me to go out or something.

The wait had me pining over this jock I kept seeing every now and then for over a year now. Even more since graduation. He was built, and so fiiiine. My virgin body was in heat for him. Literally. Not only was he in my fantasies, whether I was falling asleep or relieving myself, but he was also in my literal dreams…of all natures. Seriously. It was like my body and soul needed him.

To call him my crush was too mild. It was more than that, the feelings I felt for him ran deeper than that. In love was maybe too intense – I mean, I barely knew the guy, I didn’t even know his name. Infatuation! That was more accurate.

He was tall, maybe 6 feet, and muscular, but not huge-muscular, as in not the widest of jocks, but bigger than the average guy. And his biceps when flexed? Oh my god. I sometimes wondered what it would feel like to be completely enveloped in his arms and against his large chest.

While my complexion was more on the pearly side, his had a pink sheen to it, but unlike me, he didn’t burn when he tried to tan, he just glowed more handsomely. He had dark brown hair, almost black, but you could tell it was brown when the sun shone on it and added a golden aura around his head, and it fell messily around his beautiful face.

His jaw was delicate, narrower than most jocks I knew at school, and his Jade green eyes, depending on the light, looked like they were more yellow and other times like they were a bluer green.

He was gorgeous.

And I swear, every time I saw him, he was with a different girl. Like, how many girlfriends can one go through in a year? He probably beat that record.

If he caught me gawking, he’d wink at me, which was embarrassing, because then, sometimes, the girl would wink too, which got him frowning. Like, don’t worry, I’m not gonna steal your girlfriend, I’m gay. Not like it mattered, at the rate he changed them.

This one time, one of his girlfriends bumped into me and called me cute. And then he was grinning seductively while staring at me the whole time he was nibbling on her earlobe and whispering something into her ear. He knew I was beet red, right?

I swear, sometimes his actions and attitude felt like foreplay. But that couldn’t have been aimed at me, could it?

Ugh, I needed to get myself a boyfriend, because pining over some straight guy I could never have was unhealthy.

Finally, there was a little ring at the other end of the line, and I perked up, standing straighter.

‘Welcome to CCB Credit. My name is Robby, how can I help you?’ The guy’s voice was friendly, and he sounded close to my age. I liked his voice, it soothed me.

‘Hi, I’m calling to ask something about my credit card.’

‘All right, I just need your name for starters.’

‘It’s Noah Haines.’ I gave him all the info he asked for.

My parents were starting to giggle silly, so I took my call to my room and shut the door. Finally, a bit of quiet.

‘All right, I just need to ask you a few questions for security purposes.’

‘Go right ahead.’

He asked some pretty basic questions. Then, ‘I see you don’t have security questions set up. Hmm, let’s see. Tell me something that’s unique to you, that no one else knows.’

‘Wait, what? You want me to tell you my deepest darkest secret, or what? This isn’t a confessional.’

Robby let out a chuckle. Oh, that got my heart racing. ‘Uh, no, sorry for the misunderstanding. Something you would have put on file that will let me know it’s really you calling.’

‘Oh…well…I don’t know what I put there. It was pretty late when I filled everything out online, and I haven’t exactly activated my credit card yet or anything. I mean, I just graduated from high school, if that tells you anything. And you already know I’m 18, else I wouldn’t be able to have a credit card.’

Because that was the law in Quebec.

‘Let’s see, something no one else knows.’

I was rambling. I really liked the guy’s voice, okay? It was smooth, it was comforting. Maybe his voice was helping me forget Unobtainable Jock. Maybe I was trying to stay on the line to keep hearing his voice. Don’t judge.

‘Take your time, Noah.’

I took another minute. ‘Okay, so like, I haven’t told my parents that I’m gay.’

There, I had said something only I knew, because at school I pretended that everyone in my life knew because everyone at school knew, and I was too embarrassed to admit my own parents didn’t know. Maybe they did, but they didn’t let on if they did.

‘Hey, that’s okay,’ came the reassuring voice. ‘All in your own time. I came out last year and it took me a while before telling my parents too.’

‘Wait, you’re gay too?’

‘Yeah. I’m 19, and…sometimes it still feels awkward coming out to someone. You have to respect yourself for when, how, and who you come out to.’

‘Thanks. I appreciate that.’ My cheeks felt warm.

‘Sure thing, Noah.’

I bit my lower lip, wondering what Robby looked like. Instead, I found myself asking, ‘Hey, how did they react?’

‘Well. They were happy to know and…well, they’ve been very supportive ever since.’

‘That’s encouraging to know.’

My mom let out a loud whooping laugh – a cackle, actually – and my dad guffawed, giggling at her. Whatever was going on between them sure sounded funny.

‘All right, well, I’m in your account, Noah. What did you want to know?’

My mind went blank. I was falling for his voice and had forgotten what it was I had been waiting thirty minutes on hold to ask.

‘I am…so sorry. I completely forgot why I called.’ I felt my cheeks flush hot and hid my face with my hand, even if Robby couldn’t see me.

‘That’s okay. You can call back anytime.’ It sounded like an invitation.

‘Thanks, Robby. Thanks for your help today.’

‘You’re welcome. Have a good rest of your day.’

‘Bye,’ I practically whispered, feeling dejected.

I let myself plop onto my bed and then onto my back. It was silly, really. I wanted to call back, wait the damn thirty minutes again, ask to speak with Robby, and get his number. I didn’t even know if he lived in the same city as me, but I knew I wanted to talk to him again.

Then I chickened out. What if he thinks me a stalker? He was probably just being friendly. I sighed dramatically, and then hauled myself to my feet, rejoining my parents in the living room.

My mom was a woman of average height, and by no means delicate, but she had mousy features, from whom I inherited mine, and cascading brown hair she loved to wear down. She had a smile that always reassured me and a laugh that I only hated when it woke me up in the morning.

I inherited my soft features from my mom, and my light brown eyes from my dad, though my hair was way more unkempt than either of theirs.

Dad was a tall guy. He was no jock but he took care of his appearance and worked out. In school, he’d been the nerdy type, just like me, but the popular nerd who hung out with all the jocks – however that happened. Maybe he was the reason why I was attracted to jocks so much.

Thanks Freud? I guess?

Mom and Dad met at a function one night when Mom and her friend were out on the town and saw the fancy place. They just sauntered in, inviting themselves, and acted like they belonged. Mom’s idea, by the way.

She could berate me for mischief, but she knew where I got it from.

Anyway, Dad was there to talk up some investors to start up his business with his best friend, Declan. They crossed paths, and by the end of the night, Dad had whisked Mom away. Six months into their relationship, they were married. A few years later, I was born.

Crazy, huh?

‘Mom, Dad, there’s something I want to tell you.’ If anything, Robby had given me the confidence I needed to tell my parents what all my friends now knew.

My parents settled down, calming, and gave me their undivided attention. It was at once comforting to know they could set everything aside for me, and unnerving, because now all their attention was on me and they were expecting me to say something.

‘Uh… I’m gay.’

They blinked. And then smiled.

‘We figured,’ Dad said.

‘Thank you for telling us, sweetheart.’ My mom opened up her arms as relief washed over me. I walked into her embrace.

‘Soooo, you guessed?’ I asked.

‘Well, we could tell early on, but we didn’t say anything because we wanted to give you the space you needed to tell us in your own time and on your own terms. Give you the space to figure yourself out and what you wanted.’

‘Thanks, Mom.’

My parents told me they loved me, and we sat together, chatting. They asked if I wanted to share other stories about coming out to my friends and such, and I was glad they were interested. We talked at length, eventually preparing supper together.

After we’d had dessert, someone knocked on the door.

‘Ugh,’ my mom rolled her eyes, ‘if it’s those pyramid scheme sales reps again…’

‘I’ll get it,’ I sing-songed as though relenting.

‘Thanks, sweetie.’

I opened the door, and there stood a gorgeous guy who seemed just a tad older, and maybe an inch taller than me – at 18 and 5’8”, I wasn’t exactly towering. His grin was shy, his cheeks flushed red, and his hair, pale enough to be almost blond – which was certainly a few shades lighter than my own medium brown hair – fell neatly to either side of his ears. Topaz blue eyes stared back at me from a roundedly sculpted face with an ivory complexion.

Oh, and he was slim like me but not scrawny. I could tell he worked out by how his t-shirt outlined his arm muscles and chest. He wasn’t a jock, but he was a hunk.

‘Hey, are you Noah?’

OMG. I recognised his voice. I had heard it but mere hours earlier. My jaw dropped.

‘Robby?’