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 knuckles pound the door and I step back, waiting for an answer.
I hear the lock click, followed by it being pulled open.
"Oh, hello," Carlie smiles innocently. My eyes lock on the bottle of half-drank vodka in her hand.
I look to Zach and Callum, who are sporting the same irritated expressions as me, before pushing past her and into her apartment.
"Let yourself in, why don't you?" she giggles to herself as we all file into her living room.
I look around, noticing the multiple cream-coloured cushions and grey, knitted blanket strewn across her cream sofa.
Turning my attention back to her, I take in her short, plaid red pyjama shorts and black cami top.
A real contrast to our suits.
"Did you have any intention of coming tonight?" I almost growl, my frustration bubbling at the surface from her nonchalance.
My eyes follow her as she walks over to the couch, sitting down and throwing the blanket over her. In the process, she nearly spills her vodka, giggling before bringing the bottle to her lips. She lets out an obnoxious sigh after swallowing the alcohol, all whilst keeping her eyes on me.
"I did," she purses her lips, "but then Zach told me I'm not a woman to have regrets, sooooooo..."
She giggles to herself, taking another sip before putting the bottle on the exposed wood coffee table.
"So going out with us would be a regret?" Zach raises his eyebrow at her.
"More like you challenged my stubbornness and lost," she winks at him.
Looking to my brothers, I nod at them. Instantly, Zach walks to the kitchen and pulls out some glasses, rooting around in a cupboard for some more alcohol. Cal and I walk over to the sofa. He sits at the end, pulling her feet onto his lap whilst I move her upper body and position myself so she has no choice but to lie on my lap.
"Um, what are you doing?" she asks, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Getting comfy," Cal replies, reaching for her fluffy sock-covered feet and beginning to massage them. She closes her eyes as he increases the pressure, her head flopping straight onto my dick.
Kill me now.
I give Cal a pained look, making him only smirk in return and continue what he's doing.
Zach brings what he's found and places it on the table, pouring three equal glasses of vodka and mixing it with orange juice.
He passes me one with a knowing smirk, before handing Cal and Carlie their own. He takes a seat in the armchair angled diagonally opposite the sofa.
I down mine in one, stifling a moan as she moves her head on my lap.
"Well I'm really glad you've made yourselves at home in my apartment," she mutters before clumsily sitting up and sipping from her own glass.
