Lyn

My two best friends have each found their perfect threesome.

I don’t have an issue with the fact they both have two boyfriends. I would like a taste of the same for myself, though. When two guys hit on me in a bookstore, I’m tempted to ignore the fact that Fred and Barney are obviously fake names. I’ll be their Betty.

Then they stroll into my gaming café the next morning.

Turns out I almost hooked up with the relentless a-holes who are trying to buy my shop at a fraction of its value. The best friends are also real estate investors who have refused to take no for an answer for several months now.

I loathe their persistence at the negotiating table, but I love it in the bedroom.

This time, I can’t have my cake and eat it too. They’re not backing down from their pursuit to drive me out of the company I built from the ground up, so it’s time to back off the sex. They’re not stealing my heart or my business out from under me.

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