Ava

It's moving day, and the excitement is palpable. The guys had all my belongings packed and delivered to their house - no, our house! The thought of living in a mansion with the three men I love most in the world is surreal. I can hardly believe this is my life now.

I'm at my old apartment, doing one last check to make sure the movers didn't forget anything. As I walk from room to room, my eyes widen and my mouth gapes in astonishment. The place is spotless, not a single item left behind. Not only are all my things safely boxed up and at my new home, but my old apartment has been thoroughly and beautifully cleaned and fixed up. The walls are pristine, not a nail hole in sight, and everything has been freshly painted, ready for the next tenant. The scent of cleaning products and fresh paint lingers in the air, a testament to the care and effort put into making this place perfect. Wow!

I step out of the apartment with a huge grin on my face, my heart bursting with happiness and gratitude. And then, I almost bump into… Jim. My ex. The smile fades from my face as I take in his familiar features, the memories of our past together rushing back.

"Oh… hi," I stammer, caught off guard by his sudden appearance.

"Hi," he replies with a small smile, his eyes roaming over my face. "I stopped by because I received a check from the landlord for my share of our deposit."

"Oh…" I trail off, not sure what to say. The air between us is thick with tension, the weight of our history hanging heavy.

"Looks like I almost missed you." He looks around the apartment, apparently as surprised as I am by its immaculate state. "Wow, it looks great in here." He clears his throat, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And where… where are you moving?"

"Moving? Um… I'm, I'm moving in with my bosses," I manage, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that he's standing in front of me. And feeling a bit weird because Alex, Ethan, and Liam are so much more than just my bosses.

"Your bosses?" Jim's voice is incredulous, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

"Yep." I nod, trying to keep my tone casual, even as my heart races in my chest.

"The three rich, older guys?!" His voice is rising now, his face turning red with anger and disbelief.

I almost roll my eyes at the "older" comment. Sure, they're a bit older than me, but they're hardly ancient. But I refrain from saying anything. The faster I can end this conversation, the faster I can get home to the men who actually matter to me.

"That's them. How is it your business, anyway?" I cross my arms over my chest, feeling defensive and irritated by his intrusive questions.

"Are they, like, paying you for sex or something?" Jim's words are like a slap in the face, and I gasp in shock and outrage.

"How dare you? I'm not a prostitute. Besides, you have no idea what you're talking about." My voice is shaking with anger, my fists clenched at my sides.

"No idea?" Jim is full-on yelling now, his face twisted with rage. "No idea?! It's what you said you wanted. To be fucking shared."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I feel sick to my stomach. How could he twist my desires, my deepest fantasies, into something so completely different?

"I'm not a whore, you asshole. What's wrong with you? Why are you such a fucking jerk?" I shake my head, disgusted by his cruelty and lack of understanding.

And just when I'm about to rip him a new one, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the entrance. My heart leaps in my chest as I see my men file into the small apartment, their faces etched with concern and fury.

They must have heard us arguing, because they look absolutely livid. Liam's jaw is clenched tight, his eyes blazing with anger. Ethan's hands are curled into fists at his sides, his shoulders tense and rigid. And Alex… Alex looks like he's ready to tear Jim apart with his bare hands.

"The fuck did you say to her?" Liam growls, stalking towards Jim with a menacing glare.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jim asks, his eyes wide with fear and confusion.

"We're the old, rich guys," Ethan says, his voice low and dangerous, dripping with sarcasm.

Jim's face is turning an even deeper shade of red now, and I can see the vein in his forehead throbbing with anger.

"That's right," Alex says, stepping forward to stand beside me, his presence warm and comforting. "Now, I suggest you apologize to our girl and get the fuck out of here."

"Or what?" Jim asks, his voice shaking with a mixture of bravado and terror.

"Or we'll make you," Liam says, cracking his knuckles in a clear threat.

Jim's eyes dart between the three of them, realizing that he's outnumbered and outmatched. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"Try us," Ethan says, his voice cold and unforgiving.

Jim looks like he's about to piss himself, his face pale and sweaty. He takes a step back, his hands held up in surrender.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What was that?" Alex asks, in a voice laced with menace.

"I'm sorry," Jim repeats, louder this time, his eyes downcast in shame.

"Good," Ethan says, his voice dripping with disdain. "Now get the fuck out of here."

Jim scurries away like a frightened rabbit, and the guys turn to me, their expressions softening with concern and love.

"Are you okay, baby?" Liam asks, sounding gentle and soothing, a stark contrast to the fury of just moments ago.

"I'm fine," I say, smiling despite the lingering shakiness in my limbs. The adrenaline is starting to wear off, leaving me feeling a bit unsteady on my feet.

Alex pulls me into his strong arms, enveloping me in his warmth and strength. I bury my face in his chest, inhaling his familiar scent of sandalwood and spice. His heartbeat is steady and reassuring beneath my cheek, and I feel my own heart begin to slow, my breathing evening out.

"Let's go home," he says, his voice rumbling through his chest, vibrating against my skin.

"Home," I repeat, the word sending a thrill of joy and excitement through me. Home, with my men, my lovers, my everything.