Sinful Alliance: A Reverse Harem Story

-FOURTY-EIGHT-

I woke up around three in the morning with two sets of arms wrapped around me. After some struggling I slipped out of the bed and stood at the edge of the bed pulling on one of their shirts. Moonlight was coming through the wall of glass outlining every ridge of muscle, every tattoo and every scar- Vartan laid near the edge of the California King where he'd been behind me with a tree-trunk arm wrapped around me, Silvano lay in the middle and had also had an arm around me and Arik was lying near the other edge flat on his back with an arm draped over his eyes.

As I gazed these three god-like men inspiration struck me so I grabbed my supplies from the small room they'd turned into an art studio for me then returned to the bedroom where I perched on the chair by the window so I could draw them as they slept soundly.

"Ava," Vartan muttered when I was nearly finished with my sketch and dawn light was warming my back.

"I'm here," I replied and turned my gaze to him as he sat up rubbing sleep from his eyes.

"What are you doing up?"

"I woke up and inspiration hit."

He let out a little groan and got up then pulled on his boxers after finding them on the floor, raking a hand through his hair as he crossed the room. "What kind of inspiration?"

I turned the sketch pad around so he could see what I had done and watched his eyes taking in the way the pencil lines had taken shape. "Baby," he began taking the pad from me. "This is so good."

My eyes followed his fingers as they ghosted over the way I had drawn his scars. "You made them look so beautiful. I've always thought I look like a monster because of them."

I placed my pencils on the floor by the chair and stood, placing a hand on his chest. His left hand came to rest over mine and his eyes that always seemed to hold a raging tempest were calm. He sat the sketch book in the seat I'd vacated and leaned his forehead against mine. "You are nothing close to a monster," I whispered.

"I love you Baby Girl."

"I love you too Vartan."

While the other two slept Vartan and I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I was standing in front of the stove making omelets when Vartan wrapped his arms around my waist and he placed a kiss on the side of my head before resting his chin on my shoulder, watching me cook. "Do you think they'll ever find him?" I asked softly.

"Who? Blackburn?"

I nodded in response.

"Like Silvano told you in France we won't let that bastard do anything to hurt you?"

I wanted to ask how they could really keep that promise? Things happen all the time that can't be stopped, who's to say that the Blackburn issue isn't one of those things?