Chapter 131: Is Something Chasing You?

“Damnit, baby. You are gorgeous,” Donald said before dropping his lips to mine. It was like kissing for the first time; I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned the kiss, butterflies in my stomach and an urgent need flooding through my body each time his lips met mine. It would never get old. I heard the door close before Justin’s hand found mine as well. I broke the kiss with Donald and turned to meet Justin’s lips, kissing him just as passionately. The feelings were so strong. Before we went too far—this was their place of work—I broke the kiss, leaning against them, panting a little. I noticed them fixing their pants, both sporting the bulge of an erection.

“I am glad you came,” Justin said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch. We sat down as Donald brought me water; Justin loves the expensive imported water. They were good, but I could also get the normal ones and he was satisfied.

“I ordered lunch; it should be here soon. I am sorry I didn’t order it sooner; Jocelyn had us a bit worried,” Justin said, and I could see the concern on his face.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked. As much as I didn’t like her hands on Justin, I did understand that she had been around for a long time. And I wasn’t a heartless bitch, or at least I hope not. Justin sighed, placing his face in his hands before running both hands through his hair.

“This morning,” he continued, “thanks for Rodrigo’s advice to get her a prenup when she got married twelve years ago. Her dickhead of a husband served her with divorce papers. He knew one day we would make it, and she would be making more than her husband, and we made sure she was protected. He, on the other hand, didn’t think we were worth shit and signed it. She makes more money than anyone in this company aside from probably Matt and the partners here. Now her husband is dealing with small-dick syndrome and can’t handle being with such a successful woman.” I heard the bitterness in his tone when he mentioned her husband.

I never heard him speak with such venom before, and today, I would say he didn’t have it in him, but I was surprised. He must be close to her to feel so strongly about the entire situation. Donald settled in on the other side of me, draping an arm around the back of the couch so that his fingers grazed Justin’s shoulder. Justin seemed to release tension in his body just from that light touch. I wished my touch could bring him the comfort Donald’s did. That thought took me so off guard that I missed everything Donald had begun to say, but it seemed serious. I stood abruptly, making them both look at me with concern on their faces, and I shook my head.

“I am sorry, I really need to use the restroom,” I said, thinking of the first excuse I could.

Justin looked at Donald but nodded and told me where to go. I hurried to the restrooms, shedding my jacket on the way and draping it on a chair. It was too hot in here. I stepped in and closed the door, realizing that I had started to hyperventilate. What the hell is happening?

My ears were ringing, and I heard muffled voices. I felt a cool cloth gently pressed on my neck. Did I black out? I felt that I was lying on something soft; the last thing I remembered was walking into the restroom. I could feel my legs elevated, and I knew for sure I did hyperventilate. The sounds started to sound like words and not muffled sounds.

“It has been ten minutes; she should be awake by now,” I could tell that was Justin’s voice. He sounded very close, but I didn’t have the strength to move.

“I don’t know what triggered this; I am worried,” Donald’s voice chimed in. My men were both here.

“I haven’t even told her the bad news yet; I don’t know if I even can right now.”

Bad news? What bad news? I attempted to open my eyes, and it took me a minute. Donald and Justin were right by my side as soon as they saw me move.

“Oh my goodness, baby, you scared us,” Donald said softly, stroking the hair off my forehead. I felt more connected to him than I did before. The worry in his eyes brought tears to mine. I didn’t really know what just happened. After yesterday, I felt…

“What happened?” I asked, my mouth feeling dry. I tried to sit up but felt so weak. Both of them reached for me at the same time, helping me to sit up and taking the pillow from under my knees.

“You ran to the restroom, and we heard you fall. You didn’t respond to us, so we let ourselves in through the closet. I am not sure what happened, but you were panting,” Justin said, taking my hand in his. “Please, talk to us, baby girl.” He added so softly, and I reached up and stroked his face.

“I am sorry, I think… I just felt overwhelmed for a moment,” I said. Donald smiled and handed me a bottle of regular water. I didn’t hesitate to take a sip; they watched me intently as if I could pass out again. I handed the bottle back to him.

“I don’t think I have ever passed out before, so I know it was just a response to being overwhelmed,” I muttered, the water making me feel better.

I watched both of them exchange glances again, and that stupid pang in my gut hit me again. I involuntarily squeezed Justin’s hand in reaction. This was the bad news; they didn’t want me in their lives anymore. Justin looked back at me with an intensity I had felt before, and as if he could read my mind, he glanced between Donald and me.

“I love you both,” he blurted out in a whisper, and I swear my heart stopped. My eyes flickered to him; his eyes began to glisten as he swallowed hard.

“I know it was probably super premature to say, but I don’t know what else this feeling could be. I have never felt it so strongly for another person other than my family, but this is so much different, and it was so strong. I can’t hold it in or keep it from you both any longer.” His voice grew stronger with each word.

His mouth opened and closed like he was trying to form words while tears slid down his cheeks. Donald and I both reached for him, but I pulled back. I watched Donald wipe the tears off his face.

“I don’t want either of you to say it back until you are ready. I have just decided that I won’t keep anything from you both, including my feelings. I would never recover if I lost either one of you,” he said, looking between Donald and me.

I was speechless; this definitely wasn’t bad news. I knew how he felt; this connection the three of us shared was so strong, but I didn’t think I was ready to commit to those feelings, not after being trapped in an unhappy relationship for five years, thinking it was love.

“Tuck, Justin,” Donald bit out, reaching for him and slamming their lips together. They fit so perfectly that it almost hurt to see. They didn’t really need me to be whole because I knew, regardless of my coming into their lives, they would have found each other. The pull was so strong; there was no way they could resist it, and I saw it from the first day I met them. It gets stronger every day. I needed air; this was a suffocating room. I scooted over and stood up, making a run for the door. I was an idiot; Justin just let us in, and I am running, but I can’t handle it.

“Amelia,” Justin called out, but I didn’t stop. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door. The elevator was closing, and I called out to wait. A tattooed hand grabbed it right before it closed, making it open, and I ran inside.

“Is something chasing you?” An insanely deep voice asked. I looked up into the face of a gorgeous man with beautiful eyes, a messy bun. His ears and nose were pierced, giving him a bad-boy look. Tattoos covered every exposed part of his skin except his face, and his hair was pulled up into a messy bun. Why was every man I ran into at this place so damn hot? I looked away from the man.

“No, sorry, I am just late for something,” I said to the floor. He hummed as if he understood.

“I don’t think we have met. I am Griffin Creed,” he said, extending his hand.

I looked up at him again before taking his big hand. It was warm and surprisingly soft. Griffin Creed, the other CEO? Justin’s brother? His appearance shocked me now that I know who he was. I have never seen a man in charge look so… I didn’t even know. If he wasn’t wearing the most perfectly tailored suit and shiny, expensive-looking dress shoes, I probably would have thought this guy belonged in a biker gang of some sort. Maybe the Mafia, actually.

“Amelia, I am a friend of Justin’s and Donald’s,” I said quietly.

He studied me intently with a smile tilting the corner of his mouth up. Gosh, I would have melted right off at that smile. He licked his lips before chuckling, showing me that he also had a piercing on his tongue. If I wasn’t so overwhelmed and confused by my situation, I know my panties would…

“Interesting,” was all he said before the doors opened to the bottom floor. I stole one more look at him before rushing off the elevator. My bodyguard saw me and stood up, but I bolted to the exit. I heard him swear and rush to chase me; I was faster than him and made it to my car. I hopped in and sped off, causing him to have to drive out of the way to his car. By the time my heart stopped pounding, I was on the interstate. My phone began to ring; it was Donald, and I declined it. It started again—Justin—and I declined it as well.

I was being so stupid but couldn’t stop. I needed to step away, needed to think. The phone kept ringing until I finally shut it off. I didn’t know where I was going, but I was going to drive until I cleared my head. So I just drove.