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10 | Aleena

The moment the elevator doors open to the 44th floor, I'm met with two out of three of my guys. Ryat's face twists when he sees I'm not alone.

"Fuck. I knew we should have met her downstairs." Ryat throws his hands out. "Randy's livin' my dream right now."

I roll my eyes but snuggle further into the maroon and gold-colored suit Randy has on. "Sorry. I think I missed him the most."

Ryat's brows draw in when our eyes meet. "Now you're just twisting the knife, baby cakes. Come here before I come get you."

After one final squeeze, I move away from Randy and into Ryat's arms, burying my face in his barrel-sized chest. The man is like a Viking. He's six-foot-six with long sandy-blonde hair and almost always styled in some form of a man bun. He has hazel eyes and tattoos that start at his forearms and wrap most of his upper body. He's a brute most days with more charm than he knows what to do with.

But he's, my brute.

The second my face hits his shirt, he sweeps me up and spins me around, kissing the top of my head.

"Ryat, put me down!" I hit his shoulder, giggling when he twirls me faster.

"Sorry, darlin'. That's not going to happen any time soon."

I smirk into his shoulder, mumbling the words asshole and greedy heathen at him which only makes him double down in his efforts. I feel his laugh like a rumble against my chest where he has me pinned against him.

"Hey, asshole! She's my girl too. Put her down."

I smile at the easy way Olly says, "My girl," like no time has passed. Like I'm not the one who's responsible for this distance that's slowly been building between us. I jam my finger into Ryat's side, so he knows I'm ready for him to set me down. Asshole chuckles as he does. My feet barely touch the floor before Olly is there. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around him and relax as the calming smell of his sea salt and pine laundry detergent washes over me.

"Missed you, wife," he mumbles into my hair.

I look up into his whiskey-colored eyes when he sets me down, my chin barely reaching the middle of his six-foot-three chest, and notice he's let his hair grow out. His auburn waves, usually kept short in a crew cut, now hang slightly over his eyes.

I smile. "Missed you too, husband."

He leans down to kiss the tip of my nose when Randy clears his throat behind me.

"I assume you've got everything you need, Miss Bryer?"

Olly loosens his hold on me slightly so I can spin around in his arms. I nod, letting myself lean against his chest, secure in knowing he's there, and would never let me fall. Randy will never know how true his words are. The sense of right I feel by just being here is like a thick balm, slowly filling the space in my chest where I've been feeling the loss of them.

Or maybe he does. Perceptive old man.

"I don't know. I'd never say no to tacos," I say, my smile widening when he arches his brow. "Yes, I'm good. Thank you, old man."

"Hm." He hums like he thinks I might be full of shit. "Let's go, kid."

The guy still holding my bags looks utterly confused as he drags his gaze over Ryat, and Olly, then pauses when he gets to me. It's almost funny watching him try to figure out what the three of us are to each other. Like he's waiting for us to do something to convince him one way or another. Though, knowing the number of women the guys have coming and going, I don't blame him for looking a little lost. I'm not sure how new he is, but I imagine this is the first time there's ever been bags for him to carry.