Sequel to T H E M. Cannot be read as a stand-alone
THEM IS NO LONGER ON WATTPAD OR ANYWHERE ELSE. THIS BOOK IS NOT 'THEM' SEQUEL.
|Them and Her. For now and Forever|
One brilliant artist. Three dangerous men.
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Life in Paris was beautiful. It was the kind of life I had always wanted. I was a respected artist. I had a lot of my own money. I had amazing friends. And even my mother was sufferable now.
I...had it all.
But I didn't have them.
And...I doubted that there would ever come a time when I wouldn't feel the need to be held by them.
Xerxes, Ashton, and Zavier. My captors. My monsters. My lovers.
My mafia men.
I had no idea how they were.
I sighed, sitting down on my seat in the plane, wearing my belt and closing my eyes instantly. I was tired out of my mind. I could not sleep the whole night because I could not stop thinking about what'd happen if I saw them.
"Oli!"
Kylie, of course, could not let me rest for five minutes. I had met her about a year back in one of my exhibits and since then she had attached to me like a fucking leech, demanding that I taught her. She was lucky she was cute.
I opened one eye and looked at her. She was sitting beside me, her blue-colored hair tied up and her slim pale face voice of any makeup. "There are chocolates!" She whispered, pointing at the small horizontal surface between us.
I grabbed half of them quickly. "Just what needed."
She grinned, picking up the rest. "Everything looks so expensive," she whispered. "Do you use your mystery card for this?"
I chuckled. "I use my mystery card for coffee and dresses only."
"Not shoes or whatever?"
I shook my head.
"Are you ever going to tell me who that card belongs to?"
I smiled. "Nah, not really."
She huffed in annoyance. I just ate my chocolate.
. . .
"Oli, we are here."
I froze, my eyes froze on the word I was reading, I was sure even my mind short-circuited.
I looked down.
Fuck.
The announcement to wear the belt was made. I numbly did as I was told and tried to get my breathing in control.
God. What would I do if I saw them?
What do you do in a situation like this?
The plane landed with Kylie latching to my arm and finally, we were allowed to walk out.
