Rejected by One Man and Loved By Three

ds, and all that could be heard were crickets. I stood there repeating. "This is not happening

rning. Instead, he had driven away and was gone leaving me a

o why couldn't I tell his mother no and move on? I know there's

nt from being devastatingly hurt to boiling angry! Then to being petrified, and then very sad. What was supposed to have been one of the most incredible nights in my Life has turned

God! What am

ees. I stepped onto this wood-planked movable bridge. I felt inclined even though I couldn't see it being shielded from any curious eyes that might be around. Even though I focused as hard as possible, I didn't see a soul out there. And yet, strangely enough, I felt watched. I took the platform itself, being careful to be sure-footed. With each step, it slowly started as

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hand out in front of me, but I couldn't see or feel anyone. So I concentrated on climbing the stairs, trying not to think of the height I had climbed or the eyes I felt were watching me. I realized the plank wood bridge ended at the staircase. It was so dark, the only light I had was from the moon and stars, but I did reach the staircase, and the minute I stepped on the stairs, they began descending back to the ground. I held on tight to t

where the burly guy’s shirt was tucked into pants that revealed legs as strong as his upper body. His waist-length platinum silky hair drifted loose in the breeze, waving in the brisk night air. His larg

u. I see you came alone as pla

ble I had to put distance between me, that ruthless

r two tonight, not just me. So, you expected me to come

d only to be expecting you.” The man repli

drain the rest of the little strength I had in my body. Then I found myself staring at the two men with unblinking stares. In response to my retreat, the muscular one advanced another step. He had to be at least six feet and five inches tall, maybe six. The closer he got the guy was towering over me in my high heels. I lif

with warmth in his eyes but with lust curling his lips. His hair was long past his shoulders and wavy and midnight blue. It was thick and soft looking, the kind of hair you would want to get lost in fo

ldn’t think how to form words as a calloused hand closed over my arms, holding me prisoner while simultaneously

I barely managed to defend myself. I managed not to squirm at the solicitous touch though it

doing? Get a

s he noticed the body's response. I looked down at my chest and saw the perki

ar, you have been very abandoned and deprived. You are very emotionally and physically dehydrated.” Th

with the two men. I knew something was wrong, and I surrendered myself to them. Already the sense of a warm euphoria crept over me, a sweet into

the base of the tree trunk, and we ascended, and then we ente

my vision hazy with intoxication though I h

t take my eyes away from the one with the large cat-like eyes peering at me. I