Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Eleven-I can't go there again...

Violet

I have been locked in my room until I knew the guys had all left for work. I needed a breather from them, especially Arlo and Parker. I still can’t believe I ended up in bed with Arlo last night after only knowing him for not even an entire day. It is not normal for me to do something like that, but it was so damn good. The man is an animal, and no man has ever made me feel such pleasure before, but I shouldn’t go there again. It is better that way. Though, I believe it will be easier said than done. The way Parker is acting towards me, I worry I will end up doing the same with him, which is wrong. I shouldn’t be f*****g two guys at once. It may work for some people, but it would make me feel disgusted with myself. I know it shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.

I head through to make some food, but when I step into the living room, I soon realise I am not alone. Tyson is sitting on the sofa in a pair of grey sweatpants, the rest of him on show. I stop in my tracks and take a moment to run my eyes over him, his tattoos catching my attention. I lick my lips at the sight. Tyson has been the easiest one for me to deal with. Yes, he has his moments, but nothing comparing to the other two.

“Are you enjoying the view, sweetheart?” He chuckles.

Damn it! I didn’t think he realised I was there.

“Um, I thought everyone had left,” I say, dodging his question.

He tilts his head back, smiling at me, “Nope! I don’t have work today. Did you need the place to yourself for a certain reason?”

I shake my head, “No.”

I am sure he probably knows why I needed the place to myself.

He laughs and pats the spot next to him, “Come sit. Let’s get to know one another a little better. It was hard to get a moment with you with the other guys around.”

“I am going to get some food. Do you want anything?”

“I have a better idea. You come sit here, and in a little while, we can go out for breakfast. My treat.” He suggests.

“You don’t need to do that. There are things here I could use to make breakfast.”

Tyson raises his brow at me and gives me a firm look, pointing to the spot next to him again. God, they are all so damn bossy. I sigh, nod and sit next to him. He switches the TV off and turns his focus to me. I swallow hard the second my eyes meet his pretty blue ones.

“Are you okay, Violet?” he asks slyly.

“Your eyes are so pretty and blue.”

The words come from my lips before I can stop them. Why am I so attracted to three men who are entirely different? Aren’t you supposed to have a type you go for? Because right now, I have no idea what mine is. I thought I did, but obviously not if I want all damn three of them!

“Thank you.” He replies with a sweet smile.

I blush, “Sorry. I was only supposed to be thinking that.”

“You were. Uh? What other thoughts do you have in your head?”

The tone in his voice has changed to lower and more seductive than what it was a minute ago.

“Nope. I should keep my thoughts to myself because they seem to get me in trouble.” I sigh.

“I don’t mind you sharing them with me. I won’t tell anyone.” He encourages.

I shake my head frantically. I need to learn to keep my mouth shut, especially around these three.

“I hope Arlo took care of you last night.”

Does everyone know I f****d Arlo last night?

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I hope he took care of your needs.”

He says it casually, like we are having the most normal conversation in the world.

“Does everyone know about last night?” I groan and bury my face in my hands.

Tyson’s hand lands on my knee, “It is nothing to be embarrassed about, beautiful.”

I shudder under his touch and remove my hands, “I would rather not everyone know my business.”

“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart, but there aren’t many secrets in this place. The walls are also very thin.” He chuckles.

Did I wake the entire house up last night? I thought Arlo said they were all deep sleepers. I am sure Alison will have something to say, too when she comes home.

“Yes, so I am beginning to release.”

Tyson squeezes my knee, “Don’t worry about it. Should we head out? I am getting hungry now?”

“Yes, me too. You should probably put some clothes on first.” I snicker.

“Hmm, good idea. I will be back in a minute. Try not to miss me.” He winks and disappears to his room.

I am sure my time with Tyson will be casual and refined, right? What can possibly go wrong when we are out for breakfast in a public place? Yes, all will be good.

I hear him come back through a few minutes later, “Come on, beautiful.”

He stands in front of me, offering me his hand. I smile and take it. He brings me to my feet, but he pulls me against him instead of letting go. A loud whimper comes from my lips.

“Why did you do that?” I breathe out.

What is it with these men pulling me against their solid and muscular chests? What is the need for it? Do they want to make sure I know how damn fine they are? Maybe I shouldn’t be complaining as much and enjoying it.

“Because I wanted to. I wanted to see how you would react. And you reacted exactly how I thought you would.” He smirks.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you want me as badly as you want, Arlo and Parker.”

I swear, these men are going to be what drives me to the brink of insanity.

“Or maybe the three of you are just arrogant and think everyone wants you?” I protest.

He laughs loudly, and his head falls back, “No, it isn’t that, trust me. You want the three of us.”

I put a distance between us, straightening myself up, “Whatever.”

I stroll towards the door, taking a moment to get myself together. Tyson is quick to catch up with me. He places his hand on the small of my back, and I shiver. He guides us out of the apartment and the building.

“What would you like for breakfast, angel?” he smiles.

“Hmm, pancakes.” I beam.

Yes, pancakes are always a good option.

“Great! I was thinking the same thing. I know the perfect place for a first date.”

“What? Who said anything about this being a date?” I panic.

I did not agree to this! I agreed to breakfast.

Tyson slips his hands from my back to around my hip and pulls me closer to him as we walk, “I am messing with you. Calm down.” He chuckles.

“Oh, okay. Sorry.” I reply, laughing it off.

I should have known he was only joking because, like the other two, I don’t think he is much of a dater.

“You are so easy to get to you, gorgeous.”

“Yes, I know; it is one of a million things I need to work on.”

I am so gullible it is pathetic.

“No, you don’t need to change anything, Violet. You continue to be you. Love yourself the way you are.” He states firmly.

I am surprised with his response, but it is sweet. I smile and nod because I don’t want to use words because I don’t believe it is something I can do: love myself.

I can get through breakfast easily if Tyson continues to act sweet and funny.