Chapter 15

Istand there in disbelief, lips parted, as I stare at the six-foot, tattooed man in the suite. The same man who I had sex with only forty-eight hours ago.

The man who has been coming to see me for the past six months, the only client I've ever taken and wanted to keep.

This has got to be one messed-up joke.

"Again?" Zane growls, his eyes darting between Calvin and me. "Do you fucking know each other?"

He sounds pissed. Calvin steps forward, paying no mind to Zane. He gives me one of his soft, charming smiles that has always made my belly flutter. "I must say, this isn't exactly how I thought we would see each other outside of... work," he says the last word carefully, his lip twitching in amusement. Calvin reaches up to touch my face, but Zane grabs him by the wrist roughly, shoving it out of the way as he steps in front of me, using his body as a shield.

"Work?" Zane snarls, getting in Calvin's face. "I swear to God, if you want to fucking live, it better not be what I think it is."

"You"re a smart one, little brother. I'm sure you can put it together," Calvin chuckles.

"Little brother?" I whisper, eyes going wide in horror. "No, no, no," I gasp, putting my hands up to my mouth. This cannot be happening right now. Dear God, what did I do to deserve this?

Zane spins around, face full of murderous rage. "Jade. Please, for the love of God, tell me you haven't fucked my brother," he demands through gritted teeth, his chest heaving as he barely keeps himself under control.

I'm not ashamed of it. I did nothing wrong. The guilt that fills me isn't because I've slept with someone else, it's the fact that out of all the people in the world, it's Zane's long-lost brother that I had sex with.

"I'm sorry," I tell him, lowering my hands as I continue to stare at him in shock. "I—I didn't know who he was to you. I don't even know his last name."

Zane lets out this deep, feral growl as he spins around again to face his brother. "I'm going to fucking kill you!" he roars.

"Wow!" Griffin and Everett come between us. I stumble back and out of the way as the guys restrain Zane, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him back. "Zane. Stop!"

"Let go of me! I'm going to kill this motherfucker."

"I get it, I'm pissed too, but you can't fucking kill him! He's part owner of this fucking label. And your brother," Griffin grunts, pushing Zane back.

"There is clearly a lot for you to talk about," Calvin says to the three of them. "I only came to check in on you, seeing how you sent for the jet early." His eyes find me, and he gives me a soft smile. "I see why, now."

"Don't fucking look at her!" Zane roars. Tears fill my eyes. I didn't mean to make anyone mad or to hurt anyone.

"Shh, my little Darling." Calvin steps toward me, lifting his hand to brush away a tear that escaped from my eye. "Don't cry. It kills me to see you hurt. Talk to the boys, and I'll come find you later. We have a lot to discuss as well." He leans forward and brushes a kiss against my forehead.

I can't help but shiver at his touch. There's always been something about Calvin that kept me coming back, that made me not want to take on any more clients.

He leaves me standing there as he steps out of the hotel room. Zane manages to get out of the guys' hold and charges for the door, but I step in front of it, making him stumble to a stop.

"No," I bark, wiping at my eyes. "You are not leaving. You will go sit in that living room and wait for me to shower. Then we are going to sit down and talk about what the hell just happened."

"I don't want to fucking talk, Jade," Zane snarls, chest heaving. "I want to smash my fist into his fucking face."

"Stop." I hate how helpless I sound right now. "Please. You stuck me with a fucking needle and kidnapped me. So the least you can do is go sit the fuck down!" I find myself growing angry.

"Too much has happened in such a short amount of time. My head is killing me, I feel sick, and I really need a shower."

"Fine," Zane grits out through his teeth.

I wait until the three of them head into the living room before grabbing the shopping bags and heading into the bathroom. I pull out everything I need to clean myself, a hairbrush, and a change of clothes.

Turning on the hot water, I close my eyes and stand under it, letting it beat down on me. A deep, heavy, tired sigh leaves me. I want to cry, but I won't. It's not going to help me in any way.

I feel like I've woken up in the twilight zone or some shit. First, the guys come back into my life and flip it upside down. Then, I find out that they didn't actually abandon me. Can't leave out the part when they knocked me out and kidnapped me. Now, plot twist—I find out that I've fucked Zane's brother.

What other messed up bullshit is going to hit me in the face?

Scratch that, I don't want to find out.

After washing myself, I get out, dry off and change. I take my alpha-blocking spray before heading out of the bathroom.

I find the guys arguing in the living room, but at least Zane is still there. They all shut up and stare at me when I enter the room.

Something about being around them makes my omega side more pronounced. All I want to do is have one of them pull me into their arms and comfort me. But that can't happen right now. Right now, we need to talk.

"So... that was awkward," I try to joke, but it falls flat.

"Want to tell me how the fuck you ended up fucking my brother?" Zane growls.

I narrow my eyes. "First of all, I didn't know he was your brother," I snap. "And second, don't fucking judge me."

"Jade doesn't owe us anything. This was her life before we came back into it." Everett glares at Zane, then looks to me. "But we really would like to know a little bit about how you know Calvin, if that"s alright."

"There's not much to tell," I sigh, taking a seat on the chair across from the couch they are seated on. "I've been working at The High Roller since I presented. At first, I just served because I wasn't old enough to bartend. Then, I started to dance a little bit. It was fun, and I enjoyed it."

I give Zane a look when his body tightens at the mention of me dancing in the club. "Then, when I became of age, I became a bartender. That was all I planned on doing. Servicing clients wasn't ever something I was interested in."

"Until Calvin came along." Zane huffs out a laugh.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask. "That you're wrong? Because you're not. About six months ago, Calvin came into the club. I was his server for the night, and he became interested in me."

What I don't want to tell them was that there was this pull I felt when I was around him. I was instantly attracted to him, something I've never felt with any of the other clients.

"We talked, he flirted, and... I don't know."

"You ended up in bed together." Zane glares at me. "Why him? If you were so set on not sleeping with clients, what made you break that?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you." I lean forward in the chair, narrowing my eyes at him. "But if you must know, I was horny." I raise a brow when his nostrils flare. "I'm an omega. He was an attractive man. He was nice. I enjoyed being around him. And the fat paycheck at the end of the night was a sweet deal, too."

"So it was just about the money?" he asks, seeming to relax a little bit. I'm surprised that sleeping with someone for money isn't a bigger deal to him. I don't feel ashamed. It's part of the job, but it was also a choice that was completely mine to make.

"Partly," I admit. "The other part was I wasn't interested in casual sex. Sleeping with a new man every time I wanted some release wasn't for me. So whenever he came back, he always invited me to the rooms upstairs, and I accepted. We both got something out of it, and I was with an alpha who respected me, someone who I felt comfortable with."

"And you had no idea who he was? That he was this big record producer," Everett asks me.

"No," I tell them honestly. "All I knew was his first name. We didn't talk about work, we didn't get into anything personal. Clients can reveal as much as they want, but we're not allowed to ask for privacy reasons. And I wasn't interested in becoming best friends with the guy, I just wanted sex."

Zane growls at that. "Zane," Griffin grumbles at him. "You can't get pissed at her for sleeping with people before we came back into her life. The same way she can't get mad at us."

I mean, I can be a little bit mad. But that"s the omega in me. "He's right. You don't see me ready to claw the eyes out of every woman you've ever slept with before."

"I'd be okay with that," Zane counters with a blank face.

I just blink at him for a moment. He's joking, right?

"I'm not trying to argue or anything, I genuinely want to know. You didn't recognize him? Not that his face is plastered all over the internet, but he is fairly well-known in the entertainment industry and has been to many public red carpet events."

"No. I didn't know who he was. Never seen his face around because I don't pay attention to the news in any way, including gossip websites. I hardly pay attention to actors and singers, let alone people like producers and owners of record labels."

"So you didn't listen to music, didn't keep in touch with what"s trending?" Griffin asks.

"No," Zane answers for me. "Because she wanted to forget about us. Meaning she kept away from anything new regarding music. Right?" I nod, swallowing hard.

"I had to." I shrug. "The idea of hearing you guys, seeing you... it would have hurt too much. Plus, I'm not one for newer music. I still listen to the same things that came out over ten years ago."

"You"re done with him," Zane tells me, leaning back in his chair as he crosses his legs in a this is the final word stance. "You"re not at The High Roller anymore. So you don't need to sleep with him again."

Aaaaand now I'm pissed again. "I can fuck whoever I want," I raise my voice. "You have no right to tell me who I can and can't sleep with. If I wanted to go to Calvin's room and fuck him right now, I would."

"The hell you are." Zane jumps to his feet. "You are our omega. If another man touches you, I will rip his fucking hands off," Zane vows.

Maybe there"s something broken inside me; otherwise, why would it turn me on when he acts like this? But it also makes me want to knee him in the balls.

"You can tell me I'm your omega all you want, but it's not going to help your case. Telling me to do something, trying to control me? Yeah, don't do that. It won't end well for you."

Zane's chest heaves as he glares at me. For a moment, I wonder if he's going to pull me over his lap and spank my ass.

I'm disappointed when he doesn't, turning around and storming out. "I'm going for a fucking walk. I need air," he throws over his shoulder, and a second later, the door slams shut.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. "Is he always like this?"

"Yes," both Everett and Griffin say at the same time.

"So I have no hope in him dropping the possessive, over-the-top alpha act?"

"With you?" Griffin snorts. "Not a chance in hell."

That"s what I was afraid of. Do I even want to be with the guys? I don't know. It's something I've wanted since the moment I met them and something I forced myself to push down when they left.

But things are different now, and that glimmer of hope that we could very well be a pack someday is starting to burn brighter. Zane could very well be the thing that makes or breaks us. As hot as I find the intensity of his desire for me, I won't let him control me. I won't let him take my choices away.

"I think he's just coming on extra strong because we just got you back. Plus, I know he's afraid he's going to lose you again," Everett explains, shifting in his seat. "We all are."

"How about we all just relax for the night, maybe watch a movie? Tomorrow is going to be crazy busy, and with the past few days we've had, I think we need some downtime," Griffin suggests.

"Yeah." I nod my head, getting up to join the two of them on the couch. "I'd like that."

They both smile at me, making my heart skip a beat, before looking at each other. "I'll get the popcorn and snacks." Everett jumps up.

"I'll pick the movie. Horror?" Griffin asks, looking down at me.

"You know it." I smile. I'm so happy in this moment, I want to cry. These small little moments are everything. I've been so unhappy for years that I crave this. The attention, the simple touches. When Griffin wraps his arm around me, pulling me to his side, I go willingly. Everything in this moment feels right. Like I'm meant to be here.

"Here." Everett tosses a massive fuzzy blanket on me.

I grin wide and snuggle into it, moving it around to create a mini nest on the couch, which makes the guys chuckle.

Everett comes back with drinks and snacks, and Griffin presses play on the movie. A few minutes in, Everett lays his head in my lap, and I smile as I start to play with his hair.

I'm going to give myself this moment to not overthink everything. I won't question it. Because the reality is... my life has changed, and I can choose to see where it takes me or shut it down. Right now, I don't think I could turn around and go back to The High Roller even if that's what I wanted. I owe this to myself, to see what comes of this tour.

Would it really be so bad if I all of my dreams came true? If my three best guy friends from my childhood pick me as their omega?

Even if it's only a dream, I'll enjoy it as long as I have them.