Novel Square
21
As morning’s soft light filtered into my room, I stirred from sleep, slowly blinking away the remnants of dreams. My gaze settled on a stunning sight that defied explanation. A bunch of roses, vibrant and fragrant, adorned my room, their delicate petals an ethereal contrast against the pale walls. I couldn’t help the shock that coursed through me, disbelief mingled with a strange excitement.
After last night’s revelations, the memory of Alex and Ace’s declaration hung in the air like a surreal echo. It was unfathomable, their desire to share me, to intertwine our lives in a way that shattered conventional norms. But beneath the incredulity, a spark of exhilaration flickered. Was this the result of my indecisiveness-a path I never anticipated, leading me to a crossroads that felt both bewildering and exhilarating?
I marveled at the roses, my fingers brushing gently against their petals as I noticed the thorns had been meticulously removed. A gesture that spoke volumes about their consideration, a subtle promise that they wanted to protect me from any potential hurt.
A delightful aroma wafted through the room, drawing me out of my reverie. The scent of warm bread and something sizzling mingled in the air, tugging at my senses and beckoning me to explore. I slipped out of bed and padded to my door, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation bubbling within me.
As I descended the stairs, the source of the intoxicating aroma became clear. Ace was stationed in the kitchen, his focus on a pan sizzling with breakfast delights. And just as I took in the scene, the front door swung open, revealing Alex, laden with designer bags that hinted at a world of extravagance beyond my wildest imagination.
My jaw nearly hit the floor as I took in the scene before me. “What is going on?” I blurted out, incredulity coloring my voice. I felt like I had stumbled into an alternate universe, a realm where the boundaries of ordinary life had been shattered.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Ace greeted with a playful grin, his attention shifting momentarily from the pan to meet my gaze. “Just spoiling our girl,” he added, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
Alex’s arrival completed the tableau, his arms laden with luxurious bags that seemed to exude opulence. My heart raced, a jumble of emotions swirling within me as I tried to process the surreal scene that was unfolding. This was beyond anything I could have anticipated, a reality that I struggled to grasp.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
“Spoiling me?” I echoed, my voice laced with amazement. The idea of being the center of their attention, of being the one they wanted to pamper and shower with affection, was exhilarating and bewildering all at once.
“Just spoiling you,” Alex echoed, his grin mirroring Ace’s as they both spoke in unison. The synchronization sent a thrill through me, a reminder of the unique bond they shared, a bond that I had unwittingly become a part of.
As I stood there, taking in their expressions, the warmth of their gestures, and the reality of the moment, a realization dawned upon me. This wasn’t just about their desire to share me, about navigating uncharted territory together. It was about creating a space where we could be our authentic selves, where the conventional rules of relationships didn’t apply, and where our emotions could unfold without constraint.
My heart swelled with a mix of emotions-excitement, uncertainty, and a potent cocktail of desire.
“I don’t know what to say, this is too much,” I admitted, my voice wavering as I tried to wrap my head around the whirlwind of emotions that this new reality was bringing. The boys exchanged amused glances, their chuckles a soothing undercurrent that hinted at their understanding of my overwhelmed state.
“Nothing is too much,” Ace reassured with a soft smile, his words carrying a weight of sincerity. “You’re ours to take care of.” With a graceful motion, he placed a hearty breakfast spread on the table before me, a colorful assortment of eggs, French toast, French fries, and onion rings, accompanied by a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. The aroma wafted up, teasing my senses and eliciting an involuntary rumble from my stomach. It all looked so delicious that I couldn’t help but feel my appetite kick in.
As I thanked Ace for the breakfast, my attention shifted to Alex, curiosity bubbling within me. “Did you go out so early to shop for me?” I inquired, my gaze fixed on him, eager to understand the source of the luxurious bags he had arrived with.
A confident grin curled on Alex’s lips, his response dripping with arrogance. “I can waltz into the stores anytime, princess. So if you need a new handbag at two am in the morning, just hit me up and I’ll open the whole store for you.” His words were infused with a mix of cheekiness and assurance, causing me to roll my eyes playfully at his cocky demeanor.
Realization settled in as Ace revealed his plans for the day, his commitment to his responsibilities outside of this newfound arrangement. “I need to go to work today,” he stated, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. He leaned in and placed a swift, tender peck on my cheek, an intimate gesture that sent electrifying shocks racing through my veins. “I’ll see you at dinner.”
A tingle lingered on my skin where Ace’s lips had touched, a sensation that mirrored the swirling emotions within me. The reality of our dynamic was beginning to sink in, the complexity of it all threading through every interaction, every touch, every glance.
With Ace’s departure, my focus shifted to the person who remained beside me-Alex. His statement lingered in the air, a silent acknowledgment that this day would be spent together. “So, I guess it’s just you and me today, princess,” he remarked, his tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and anticipation.
A flicker of nervous excitement danced within me as I met his gaze. This was uncharted territory, a day that promised a deeper understanding of the intricate connections we were forging. “I suppose so,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended.
As I turned my attention back to the sumptuous breakfast before me, a thought struck me. “You really went all out for this,” I commented, my voice a blend of amazement and gratitude. It was more than just the physical luxuries; it was the effort they were putting into ensuring my comfort, into creating an environment where I felt valued and cherished.
Alex’s eyes held a mixture of pride and affection as he watched me take in the spread. “We want to make you feel special,” he explained, his words carrying a sincerity that echoed Ace’s sentiments from earlier. “It’s important to us.”