All Yours, Daddies

They were my brother’s best friends—the HawkThorne brothers. Wealthy, ruthless, and filthy enough to make the whole city drop to its knees.

I was the good girl once. The perfect wife. Until my husband had sex with half my office and shoved me into an open marriage I never asked for.

One night at a bar was supposed to be my rebellion—a dirty little secret to make me forget. I never expected to run into them. Six years had made them look harder, darker, and so much hotter.

I shouldn’t have let them touch me. Shouldn’t have let them ruin me against a bathroom sink with their filthy mouths and rough hands.

Three men. One night. No promises.

But the eldest HawkThorne pressed a card into my palm before I could slip away.

I thought I could handle them. Thought I could survive their obsession.

Now I’m learning there’s no such thing as just sex with the HawkThorne brothers.

They don’t share. They claim. They corrupt.

And they’re coming for every last filthy piece of me.

I want an open marriage

SARAH

“I want an open marriage, Sarah.”

My eyes drift from Aaron to the sly bitch sprawled on the bed behind him. I hope she knows she’s fired. I hope she knows I’ll do anything to make sure she’s never hired by any of the big 40s in our country. I am not a petty woman, but I trusted my personal assistant enough not to crawl into my husband’s bed.

Apparently, that was a mistake.

I swallow hard and return my gaze to my husband of six years. He stands tall, wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. Bile forms in my throat when I realize that I bought that for him.

“Why?” I ask, fighting my tears.

“I told you I want a divorce, Aaron. Not an open marriage. I refuse to bring myself down to your level.”

He throws his head back and laughs. I recognize the sound. There was a time it made me blush and look away, but that was so many years ago. Now, I just want to stick my heel in his throat and stop that laughter forever.

I don’t do that. I stand still and look straight into those menacing green eyes of his.

“You must be joking, Sarah. If you do that, I’ll walk away with all of Wellspring. I’ll reduce you to nothing, woman. You know me.” He begins walking in circles around me.

“We built that company from the ground up together. Six years of my sweat, money, and brain are in Wellspring. You are only the face. If you dare to threaten me with divorce again,” he places his hand on my shoulder, and I contemplate my chances of a “not guilty” verdict for involuntary…or voluntary manslaughter.

I tilt my head to look at him. His lips spread into a thin smile.

“I’ll take it all, Sarah. Every single bit of it, and toss you