How We Are: A MFM romance

Dominique

Cain

When we were seven I had a rabbit. I found the little guy in a field and took it home with me. Of course I couldn't keep it there, so I went to Ezra's house. Told him to keep that rabbit safe for me.

I would come over every day to check on the rabbit and as the days ticked by Ezra started to hate that rabbit.

Really despise it.

"You're coming over just to see aren't you?"

I remember looking up at him, bewildered. "Nah...I came to see you too."

"Too?" He'd frowned, and stormed out.

I never saw the rabbit again. I'm sure Ezra killed it, it's the way Ezra is. I can picture the self-satisfied grin he'd give with the blood spattered on his face, content he'd taken out the competition.

Dominique has put herself in his line of sight. It's a terrible mistake to be something Ezra can't have. It's even worse if it's something Ezra can't have that I want.

I enter the dining room. She's here for something. For one of us I haven't figured out who. She's gorgeous. Stunning really, and that nonchalant attitude just makes me want to see what expressions I can draw out of her.

Still, it's better if I just let her know she probably she shouldn't come back.

"Thing two has arrived," she mused. I frown.

"We're about to close," I inform her. "Can I get your check?"

She smirks, and turns around in her barstool looking me up and down.

"Did he send you in as backup? Is this good cop bad cop?" She grins. Her grin is crooked and somewhat malicious.

I fucking love it.

"What are you here for?" I ask her simply.

That stops her in her tracks. Her black nails tap against the bar for a moment.

"I came for a drink," she says softly. She has a rasp to her voice, it's smoky. Alluring.

"You've had it. Bar's closed. Call a cab," I turn around. I need to talk Ezra down. I think I'll have to use more extreme measures.

"So...all that build up? Him talking a hole in my ear. You eye fucking me from Over there...that was all just for nothing?"

I stop. My eyes on Ezra's. He quickly looks away mopping hurriedly. I see his nipples straining against that shirt though. It's too damn tight.

What does she want? Is she asking for a threesome? Can he handle that? If I touch her, will he go off? Will I be able to control him?

"So?" She prompts me again. "Did I spend 200 in Appletini's for nothing?"

I blink, before turning around. "You've had too much to drink. Call a cab. Do it in front of me."

"I'm trying to but you're beating around the bush," she chuckles, rummaging through the bag that's been stung on the back of the bar stool.

"I would say you're not into me but...you definitely are," she says with confidence. My lips quick up despite my best efforts.

Another cocky little shit. Just what I need.

"You on that phone yet?"

She scoffs. My brow raises. "I don't hear you dialing," I try once more.

"That's cuz I'm on an app dumbass."

I turn around, giving her a stern look. One I would give Ezra. She just shrugs. I remind myself she doesn't know me. She's not Ezra. She doesn't know what this look means.

"Watch your mouth." I verbalize the look. She gives me a face that's says who the fuck are you talking to? But says nothing.

She stands, looks me up and down. "I'm Dominique."

"I heard."

Dominique just laughs and gathers her things.

"Cab here yet?" I call to her.

"A few minutes away," she says softly moving toward the door. I follow her.

"Wait inside until you're sure it's the right car," I murmur from behind her. She doesn't say anything but also doesn't move outside.

We wait in silence for a bit, until a car pulls up. She checks her phone and open the door. I hold it open forcefully, making her look up at me.

"Do you want him, or me?"

Her lips are painted black. I want it around my—

"Do I have to choose?" She smirks.

I blink. She's upfront. Confident. But I don't answer her.

"Hm...I got the impression you two were a package deal," she shrugs, tossing her locs off her shoulders. The fall right above her ass which I now see is fucking fantastic. I lick my lips.

I nod softly.

She glanced down at my work pants. "Well who doesn't love a good combo?" She shrugs. "Two for one special and all that."

I swallow. She wants us to tag team her. At once? One at a time? I'm not sure. I would have to deal with Ezra first. He's the key. If I can't control him, it'll be a problem either way.

"Gotta go," she walks away, shuffling out onto the sidewalk, where she jogs up to the car in her heels, bending down to look in the passages window and confirm the driver.

That ass. Fuck.

"Come back tomorrow," I shout as she opens the back door.

She pauses. I turn around opening the restaurant door.

"Don't drink,"