Ava

It's been a month now since I started screwing my bosses. Four amazing, mind-blowing weeks of getting my brains fucked out, and feeling incredibly worshiped and cared for. When I think back on that first incredible night together, it still sends shivers down my spine. The way they touched me, the way they made me feel - it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

It's all going so well. We have a great work relationship and I've become more efficient. I'm able to juggle multiple projects at once, and I'm always one step ahead of the game. It's like they've unlocked something inside of me, some hidden potential that I never knew existed.

And the sex? Holy fuck, I swear I'm getting addicted. Every night, we meet for dinner at my place, theirs, or some fancy restaurant, and then we head back to one of their places to make love until we collapse, exhausted, but blissfully sated. They are attentive, caring, and always make sure I'm fully taken care of, both in and out of the bedroom.

They take turns worshiping my body, exploring every inch of my skin with their hands and mouths. They know exactly how to touch me, how to make me moan and writhe with pleasure. And when they're inside me, it's like the rest of the world falls away, and there's nothing but the four of us, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

But, as with everything in life, it's not all smooth sailing. My feelings for them are growing deeper and more intense with each passing day. I find myself thinking about them constantly, daydreaming about our time together, and counting down the hours until I can see them again.

I'm afraid their interest in me is purely physical, that they have no desire for anything more than the no-strings-attached arrangement we currently have. And while I've tried to keep my emotions in check, to stay in the moment and not dwell on the future, it's getting harder and harder.

I know I'm playing with fire, that this will end badly if I let it, but I can't seem to help myself. They've become an essential part of my life, and I don't know how I'll ever be able to give them up. The thought of losing them, of going back to the way things were before, fills me with a sense of dread and panic.

I find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have a real relationship with them. To be able to hold their hands in public, to introduce them to my friends and family, to build a future together. It's a tempting dream, but I'm not sure if it's one that can ever come true.

I sigh, pushing the thoughts aside and focus on the task at hand. I'm sitting at my desk, trying to work on a report that's due by the end of the day, but my heart isn't in it. The words on the screen blur together, and I can't seem to concentrate on anything other than the memory of last night's lovemaking.

As I stare at the screen, the words blurring before my eyes, I can't help but wonder if I'm setting myself up for heartbreak. If the guys don't feel the same way about me, eventually things will come to an end. We'll go back to being just boss and employee, and I'll have to find a way to move on.

It's a daunting prospect, and I'm not sure I'd be able to handle it. I've grown too close to them, too attached. They've become the place where I can go when the world gets too overwhelming. They're the ones who make me feel cherished, desired, and loved.

They're the ones I want to share my successes and failures with, the ones I want to support me and care for me when I'm feeling low. They're the ones who make me laugh until my sides ache, who challenge me to be my best self, who inspire me to reach for the stars.

They're the ones I love.

I let out a shuddering breath, my eyes widening at the realization. It's true. I'm in love with them. Deeply, madly, head-over-heels in love. The kind of love that consumes you, that fills every inch of your being with warmth and light.

My heart is pounding in my chest, my palms are sweaty, and I feel like I'm going to be sick. The thought of confessing my feelings, of putting myself out there and risking rejection, is terrifying. What if they don't feel the same way? What if I ruin everything we have?

But there's a part of me that's also relieved. Now that I've acknowledged my feelings, I can start to figure out what to do about them. I can't keep pretending that this is just a casual fling, that I'm not completely and utterly in love with these men.

I'm not sure if the guys feel the same way about me, but there's only one way to find out. I have to talk to them, to lay my cards on the table and see where the chips fall. It's a risk, but it's one I'm willing to take.

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next. My future is in their hands, and I can only hope they'll be willing to take a chance on me, on us. That they'll see how much I care about them, how much I want to build a life together.

The rest of the day passes in a blur. I'm barely able to concentrate on my work, my mind racing as I try to figure out what to do. Every time I hear footsteps outside my office, my heart skips a beat, thinking it might be one of them coming to talk to me.

Finally, it's time to go home. As I gather my things, I can't help but glance at the guys' offices. The lights are still on, and I can see them through the glass, hunched over their desks, working away. Of course, they're still busy.

On the one hand, it gives me time to get my thoughts in order, to figure out exactly what I want to say to them. But on the other, it leaves me feeling anxious and uncertain. I need advice, someone to talk to who can help me make sense of all these swirling emotions.

I take a deep breath and pick up the phone to call my sister. Maria has always been my best friend and confidant, the one person I can turn to no matter what. She knows me better than anyone, and I'm sure she'll have some insight into what's going on.

As the phone rings, I'm nervous and excited, my heart racing in my chest. I can't seem to keep still, pacing back and forth in my office as I wait for her to pick up.

"Hey, sis," Maria answers, her voice warm and familiar. Just hearing her makes me feel a little better, a little less alone.

"Hi, Maria," I say, grinning into the phone. "How are you?"

"I'm good, but what's up with you? You sound…different. Happy," Maria says, and I can hear the curiosity in her voice.

"I am happy," I say, not sure how to explain. "Remember my new job?"

"Of course," Maria replies. "The one with the hot bosses, right?"

I laugh, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Yeah, that's the one. Well, there are these guys…"

"Guys!" she yells, and I have to hold the phone away from my ear for a second. "Ava, are you telling me what I think you're telling me?"

"Maybe," I say, not sure how to explain further. "They're not just any guys, though. They're…"

I trail off, not sure how to describe them. How do you put into words the way someone makes you feel, the way they touch your soul and ignite your passion?

"What are they? Hot? Sexy? Good in bed?" Maria asks, her voice laced with excitement.

"You could say that," I say, grinning. "And smart, and funny, and nice… They're incredible, Maria. In every way."

There's a pause on the other end of the line, and then Maria asks cautiously, "Ava? Did you… Did you have a threesome?"

Oh My God, if only she knew. If only she had any idea of the depths of my depravity, of the way these men have consumed me, body and soul.

"Actually," I say, taking a deep breath. "It's a foursome."

There's a moment of stunned silence, and then Maria explodes. "A FOURSOME? Ava, what the hell? I thought you were just on a break with Jim."

"I was," I say, trying to explain. "And this isn't exactly a relationship, but…"

"But what?" Maria asks, her voice rising. "How can it not be a relationship if you're sleeping with them?"

"It's hard to explain," I say, struggling to find the words. "But it's not like anything I've ever experienced before. It's so much more than just a fling or a casual thing."

"Have you guys talked about it?" Maria asks, and I can hear the concern in her voice. "About what this is, and what you both want?"

"Not officially," I say, biting my lip. "But I think we're all on the same page. At least, I hope we are."

"You need to talk to them, Ava," Maria says, sounding exasperated. "You deserve a serious, committed relationship. Not this, whatever it is."

"I know," I say, trying to reassure her. "And we will talk about it. I promise."

"If you say so," she says, not sounding entirely convinced.

"I do," I say, feeling more confident now that I've said it out loud. "I'm going to talk to them, and we're going to figure this out. Together."

"Just be careful, okay?" Maria says, her voice softening. "I don't want to see you get hurt."

"I will," I promise. "And thank you for listening and for being there for me. I love you, sis."

"I love you too," Maria says. "And I'm always here for you, no matter what."

We say our goodbyes and I hang up the phone, feeling a little lighter than before. Talking to Maria has helped, has given me the courage I need to take the next step.

I gather my things and head out of the office, my heart pounding in my chest as I make my way to the elevator. I'm not sure what the future holds, but I know I can't keep living in this limbo, this in-between place of uncertainty and fear.

I have to take a chance, to put my heart on the line and see where it leads me. And as the elevator doors close behind me, I feel a sense of determination washing over me.

I'm ready. Ready to face my feelings, to tell these men how much they mean to me. Ready to take a leap of faith and see where it takes me.

And no matter what happens, I know I'll always have the memories of this incredible, life-changing month. The memories of the way they made me feel, the way they touched my heart and soul.