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New Rules

Both boys murmur some form of ‘yes’, so I lead them to the garden, reminding myself not to touch either one of them, no matter how much I want to.

If I were a selfish person, I would ask for one hour a day with each of them, locked away in my room. I haven't had sex in months and I'm starting to need it. Badly.

But I'm not selfish, and I know this situation sucks for my boys, so I won't make it even worse by asking for too much.

The fresh air cools my skin and the greenery of my garden lightens my spirits after that awful fucking dream I had. But I don't have to worry because both boys are right here with me. They both exist, they're both alive, and they both love me.

And I love them. I just have to choose which one I love more, I guess. No pressure.

The outside table is already full with our breakfast, so I sit down when Enrique opens the chair for me.

"Thanks, Enrique," I say as the boys sit beside me, still in silence, "Everything looks great… by the way, can you make sure we have
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