She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age.
They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business.
What could go wrong?
NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL
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My eyes fall to the bouquet of flowers. My heart beats faster, with a tight warm feeling in my chest.
I pick up my phone to call Hannah in but my actions freeze when I see Callum standing in the doorway.
His piercing silver eyes look straight through me, somehow invading my soul with just a look. I swallow, changing my expression back to the cold mask I have used for so many years.
"What do you want, Callum?" I ask, quirking my eyebrow up in irritation.
His hands clench and unclench at his sides, showing his nerves despite his cold and collected face. I notice his outfit, seeing him not looking smart for once. His black t-shirt hugs his muscles, leaving the tattoos cascading down his arms to be on full display. He's wearing a casual pair of black jeans and his short hair is growing out slightly from the usual buzzcut.
"Can I talk to you?" he asks, his voice emotionless as usual.
I sigh and nod to the chair in front of me, pulling mine in and crossing my legs under the desk.
He moves effortlessly to the chair, making it seem tiny against his large body.
He keeps his eyes on me, burning into my skin as he searches for something within my eyes.
"Callum, I'm really busy," I start, the frustration of the tense silence between us seeping out.
"I know. I just wanted to... I don't know," he rubs a hand over his face, his expression now pained, "Apologise, I guess."
"You guess?" I purse my lips in annoyance.
"No, I do want to apologise," he blows his cheeks in frustration at his own emotions, "Shit, I'm not good at this."
"No shit," I smile slightly, appreciating his effort.
"I never meant to leave you when we... I just got in my head, which is quite a dangerous place for me," he looks away, staring out of the window behind me.
I nod, understanding what he's saying.
"Thing is, Carlie. My brothers like you. And I like you," he admits, still not meeting my eyes.
My mind begins to whirl from his confession. The thought of the three of them having feelings for me is too much to handle.
"They have shared women before. They enjoy it, to be honest. But me, I've never shared someone before. I don't know if my possessive side would allow it," he continues as I sit in a stunned silence. His eyes flick back to me, "I was going to stay away, but when I saw you in the club, looking as amazing as you did, I couldn't help myself."
I gulp, my hands suddenly feeling too unoccupied. I reach for a pen and fiddle with it, trying to find any sort of comfort from his abrupt revelation.
"Anyway, I don't regret what we did. I would love to do it again, but it's complicated. I don't know if I could only have a third of you," he sighs, his eyes deep with vulnerability.
