Chapter 4 Words

• " Why did you even change your password?" Ace asks me, we’re chilling outside by the pool
• “Yeah, why did you?” Clay asks, walking over to us with drinks, he hands us our drinks and I take a sip, “no reason” they laugh as if knowing that I’m lying “come on em, you have to do better than that by the way you shouldn't even be lying to us.
• Before speaking, I bit the inside of my lower lip. " I've had feelings for you guys for a long time, and after everything that's happened between us, you know sexually this BDSM thing, and just living with you guys, my feelings have grown stronger, and as you guys already know, my therapist is out of the country, since my feelings have become stronger." We've been texting on the phone, and she's been assisting me with this. I was terrified you'd find out, which is why I changed the password and flipped when you took my phone. "I'm truly sorry," I turn to Clay
• They remained silent, which saddened and embarrassed me. One would assume I'm a slut because I have feelings for both of my best friends. Maybe I am.
• We fell into an uncomfortable silence. They wanted to know why I was hiding my phone. I tell them and they can’t even say one word. I mean, I knew they wouldn’t feel the same. I'm their best friend. I get up and kiss both of them on their cheeks before heading to the kitchen, where I empty the cup and place it in the sink.
• I try my best to be a good submissive and best friend and not focus on what I feel for them. I knew that finding out that I had a crush on them would make things weird between us and that is why Linda was helping me deal with it. This has the potential to sabotage our friendship.
• I look at my phone and see it’s 3:50, I decide to go have a shower, I wash my dark brown curly hair, before stepping into the tub, the water, and the magnolia scent body wash calms my body and I just relax into the water.
• Why did I have to fall in love with them? Why did they have to be so fucking loving, they were the only ones who ever cared about me, when my father went to prison and I was living on the streets, filthy and hungry, they were the only ones who noticed, they made sure to bring me food from their house every day, canned fruits, bread, water, you name it, and when they turned 18, they took me off the fucking streets, bought me a house, and got me a job. They always made me feel loved when I was with them, and they never judged me for having a father who can't keep out of prison and a mother who is a heroin addict.
• I felt the water in the tub getting cold and quickly finished up, wrapped my hair up, and then got another towel to wrap around my body. I jumped when I walked out of the bathroom and saw my best friends on my bed. Clay has his foot stretched out, his back on the headboard while he plays in Ace, dirty blonde hair. Whose head is on his lap? It's funny because both of them are dirty blondes, with the exception that Clay's hair is straight while Ace's is curly.
• “you guys scared me,” I let out holding my chest
• “we’re sorry about that princes, we came to check on you and noticed that you were in the bathroom” I smile and head to the closet, changing myself into a tank top and some sweatpants
• 'What were you doing so long in there?" Clay asked as I plopped myself on the bed.
• “I was playing with myself and lost track of time.” I joked mostly for Ace to say something since he hadn’t said anything to me or even made eye contact with me since I got out of the bathroom and he always makes this joke when I take a long time in the shower. “Why don’t you take those sweatpants off and show me how you did it?” I slap his arm. "I didn't do anything, you pervert”
• “I know,” he laughs. Clay and I had no choice but to join in, you should hear his laugh
• “Where's your phone?” I point to the bedside table.
• “well go get it” I stride over there and take the phone up, handing it to Ace
• Clay notices my sad expression and pats his lap. I sit on it and rest my head on his chest
• “Princess, you have to understand that, being our submissive means doing whatever we ask and sharing everything with us”. He lifted my head to look into my eyes. “Do you understand that?” I nod my head.
• “words,” he says as he pinches my nipple, “yes sir”
• “Good girl,” ace says right beside us and I roll my eyes
• “Shut up. " Clay smiles and I find myself putting my hands on either side of his face admiring his facial features.
• His neatly arched eyebrows, well-defined jawline, and finely groomed facial hair. "He's really attractive," I observe, my gaze falling on his beautiful pink lips. "Is he?" Ace inquires and I just bury my face into Clay's chest which is vibrating. He's laughing at me. Why do I have to be the one to say what they're thinking out loud?