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"Why are you here, Kieran? We're done," I assert, attempting to mask my unease. His eyes, sharp and condescending, meet mine. "Selina, you're overreacting. We need to talk." "Overacting to what exactly?" I counter sharply. "Your latest escapade with Sandra from next door?" He moves to step inside, frustration evident. "Selina, listen..." But there's an unmistakable menace in his approach, and my heart races. His towering frame casts a shadow over me, and I realize how vulnerable I am. "I said, leave." The door eases open, revealing a trio that never fails to quicken my pulse. Today, they look especially captivating, and the timing couldn't be more perfect. Matthew stands tall six feet, his dark hair peppered with strands of wisdom. Those penetrating gray eyes, set in a face that’s both rugged and refined, hint at tales of Marine exploits and mornings in the gym. Every tailored piece he wears, highlights a physique that's both powerful and graceful. He exudes a command that’s hard to overlook. Beside him is Jason, the embodiment of sun-soaked allure. Standing six-foot-three, his athletic build contrasts perfectly with that shaggy blonde hair and those mischievous blue eyes. Despite his casual, beach-boy demeanor, the tailored edges of his attire showcase an underlying sophistication. Then there's Sully, the tall, dark, and undeniably handsome of the trio. At six-foot-five, he's a heady mix of mystery and strength. His dark eyes, sharp cheeks framed by a day's stubble, and his sleek attire give off a magnetism that's difficult to ignore. Each ex-Marine, with their own brand of charisma, has, for years, occupied my most indulgent daydreams. Seeing them now, looking irresistibly dashing, it's clear why. The mood shifts palpably as Kieran's confidence falters in the presence of the three men, and I feel a rush of relief. “Hey, babe,” Matthew says, smiling broadly as he walks past Kieran. He doesn’t bother to acknowledge his presence as he comes toward me. I’m breathless as he gets closer and then kisses me. His lips press against mine, beckoning me to soften and open up. Heat instantly blows through me, my core ignited as I try to understand what’s going on while also reveling in this unexpected snippet of intimacy. “Sorry I’m late, there was a lot of traffic on the interstate.” “Huh?” I mumble, barely able to discern my surroundings at this point. “Yeah, we tried to get here earlier, but it’s the weekend and everybody’s in a rush to get out of the city,” Sully says. He and Jason stand by the door, hands in their jeans pockets as they watch me, flustered and wide-eyed and unwittingly leaning into Matthew. Kieran, on the other hand, is pale and downright terrified—likely by the fact that another man just kissed me. And not just any man, either, but Matthew Parker, a renowned businessman and future heir of Dawson-Howes, one of the biggest import-export conglomerates in the United States. “Selina,” Kieran manages, but he can’t find the rest of his sentence anywhere. “Ready for dinner?” Matthew asks me, as if taken out of a completely different movie and plopped right into this one. “I got us that reservation at Oyster Dream. You’ve been talking about it all week.” “Oh yeah,” I mumble. “Oyster Dream, right.” I give Sully and Jason a wandering glance while also admiring their chiseled broad chests and playful eyes. That’s when it hits me: They must’ve overheard me arguing with Kieran and decided to step in. I look up at Matthew just in time to catch the subtle wink in his eye. I’d kiss him again, but I still can’t move. My lips tingle. “Oyster Dream!” I exclaim and quickly settle into my role. “Oh, honey, you remembered!” “Selina!” Kieran snaps, but the speed with which Sully and Jason turn to face him instantly reduces his frustration. He’s small, all of a sudden, flanked by two tall men with broad shoulders and square jaws, the kind of men who would snap him like a twig if he so much as raised his voice at me again. “I can’t believe this…” “Who’s the guy?” Matthew asks me. I shrug. “Nobody. He was just leaving.” “Selina—” “Goodbye, Kieran,” I say in a forceful tone, emboldened by the guys’ presence as I give him the coldest side-eye that I can muster. He takes another second or two, but finally, he gets the message and leaves. A minute passes in the most awkward possible silence before I’m able to breathe again. Matthew’s musky cologne works its way through my lungs and tousles my senses, forcing me to take a couple of steps back to regain my grip on the present. The entire moment was way too intense. Matthew eyes me intently. “I apologize for my gesture, but I had to sell the whole thing, otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten the point.” “Yeah, I figured as much,” I reply, barely able to look him in the eyes. “Are you okay, Selina?” Sully asks, equally interested in my well-being. I can’t help but feel stunned by their care and sudden involvement. I mean, we always have some amazing interactions while they’re in the store, but I never imagined they’d stumble into such a scenario and deal with it so efficiently. “We heard you two arguing, and Matthew figured you had a problem that needed taking care of.” “I can’t thank you enough,” I tell him and Jason, then turn back to Matthew. “We broke up a couple of weeks ago, and he still won’t accept it.” “Pretty sure he got the message now,” Jason chuckles dryly. I can’t help but allow a short laugh to escape from the back of my throat, as well. Despite the tension and the discomfort, as I look back to Kieran’s befuddlement, well, it’s funny. Not to mention fully deserved after how he made me feel. My heart is still racing, albeit for different reasons, as I give the guys a curious glance. “What are you three doing here at this hour?” I ask. “We’re sorry,” Matthew says. “But we kind of needed some last-minute shopping before we go away for the winter holidays. This place is always our first choice. Would you mind letting these three stragglers in before you close the store tonight? We’ll make it worth your while.” “I could never say no to my three favorite fellas,” I giggle sheepishly as I motion for them to settle in and shop at their leisure. As miserable as I’ve been feeling and given all these emotions burning through me, overwhelming me on every possible level, I could do with a triple-manned distraction right about now. 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