Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Verity:

I had seen it today, a little crack in everything.

I lingered around and heard the maids gossiping.

They had seen Gigi crying and having an anxiety attack while the brothers tried to comfort her.

But she had accused them of ignoring her, avoiding her, all because on the night of the eclipse, the brothers had chosen to come and save me without telling her.

Well, it seemed like all I had to do was put in a little more effort, and I was ready to do that.

That night, I worked late with Mrs. Bundy on the gown I had picked for Jenna’s birthday.

It was a beautiful purple gown, very much like something a princess would wear.

The problem was, Jenna wasn’t interested in anything.

She had to be in her bedroom by 8 p.m., and after that, she wouldn’t open her door no matter what.

I had a very bad feeling because, as they say, I was afraid I was going to catch her sneaking out again.

At this point, I began to ask myself, should I just let her do it since she’s an adult? Or should I complain?

What if she really was just heading out with her messy girlfriends?

What if I complained about her and she ended up looking like an entirely different person over something so small?

I groaned, turning around when I saw Jaguar entering my wing through my slightly ajar door.

I frowned in confusion, already wondering why he was here at this hour.

It was 6 p.m. We had had a very heavy tea that day, so I had already opted out of dinner.

I usually dined in my bedroom anyway.

So what was he doing here?

Jaguar immediately stopped when his phone beeped.

I moved closer to the door to listen in, in case it was important.

"No, no, no, wait. I’ll let you know what to do," Jaguar spoke very calmly but there was a little tension in his voice.

"I have to speak with Miss Verity first and see if she wants to file a complaint against Oliver so we can run a background check on him," he continued very softly.

"And I think if I can just convince her that bullying at a young age could be forgiven, and we can punish him by suspending him from his job for a bit instead of putting him behind bars or doing anything else, that would be fine, you know. I don’t want to upset Gigi too much."

My mouth fell open when I heard that.

He was going to fucking come here and convince me to let my bully walk free because he didn’t want to hurt Gigi.

And he was already assuming it had just been some harmless bullying.

When was bullying ever harmless?

But the fact that he was hoping he could convince me was what rubbed me the wrong way.

And, well, I decided I would play a little game too.

Since he had decided to come straight to my room, I would fucking make this the biggest mistake of his life.

I immediately rushed into the bathroom, took off all my clothes, and threw on nothing but a robe, leaving the bruises on my legs and thighs exposed because of how short it was.

I came out of the bathroom holding an ointment I was going to rub on the bruises and injuries I had sustained while running through the woods and trying to save myself from the attack.

The minute I stepped back into the room, I saw Jaguar come inside as he ended the call.

He immediately looked up and then lowered his gaze.

"Oh, I’m so sorry. I should have knocked. It’s just that I saw the bedroom door open," he began, almost immediately babbling.

"Oh, it’s all right. You can come inside," I replied, pulling the robe down a little to cover my thighs.

He looked at me and then froze.

He then stepped inside, and I watched him slowly shut the door and turn the knob.

"I wanted to talk to you about something really important," he uttered, making me notice his eyes.

He was preventing himself from looking directly at me, possibly because even he understood that if he focused too much on my body, he wouldn’t be able to convince me to do anything.

In fact, it would be the other way around.

"Sure, what is it?" I asked, walking over to the couch and sitting down.

"Come, have a seat," I added casually, like it wasn’t a big deal that my luscious thighs were in his view.

He came over and sat down beside me.

I had positioned myself with both legs folded beneath me and my body tilted slightly onto my right hip, leaving my legs exposed to his view, along with part of my left buttock.

I held the ointment in my hand, playing with the tube.

"What are you using this for?" he asked, pointing at it.

"Oh yeah, it’s just the same old injuries," I replied, pointing at my legs.

That was when his eyes landed on them, and he cleared his throat.

He suddenly got up and adjusted his belt before sitting down again.

"Okay, you’re getting nervous. Are you here to fire me?" I teased, trying to make a joke.

"No," he answered, shifting to the edge of the seat before pulling back.

He rested his elbows on his thighs and clasped his hands in front of him.

"Do you want me to, I mean, do that for you?" he suddenly asked, turning toward me, his eyes betraying how much courage it had taken him to ask.

I looked at the tube in my hand and then at him.

"Sure," I responded in a very soft, gentle voice, holding out the tube to him.

He took it but placed it on the table in front of us. First, he got up and took off his coat.

He placed it to the side and faced me again.

Then, while looking at him, I planted my hands on the couch and supported my upper body on my elbows.

I shifted my hips, adjusting my position on the couch as I slowly stretched my legs out toward him.

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