CHAPTER 11 Happy Birthday
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Erica's POV
After spending several hours with Ashley at the spa, I feel like a new woman. My hair has been trimmed and layered to frame my face. I bought a new black bodycon dress that hugs my curves because Ashley insisted that it was a necessary purchase. It is more than I would normally spend on a dress but I have to admit it fits me like a glove. Lastly Ashley did my make-up when we returned home and it is perfection. My blue eyes sparkle under my dark eyelashes and as I look in the mirror I feel like it is someone else that is looking back at me.
I am slipping on the bright red pumps that I bought to go with my new dress when there is a soft knock at my door. I assume that it is Ashley and yell for her to come in. But I couldn't have been more wrong. The triplets come filing into my bedroom, one after another, and Chris gently shuts the door behind him.
I try to rise from the bed but Bryce pushes me back down on the bed harshly and I almost bounce off the side. The four of us stare at one another in silence. I feel more uncomfortable than usual because I can feel the brothers' eyes raking over my body as I sit with my legs crossed on the bed.
Each one of the brothers is dressed impeccably. They are in matching gray suits and their short hair is styled in a messy manner. The only way to tell them apart is by the different colored shirts that they have on under their suit jackets. I have to admit that they look delicious standing in front of me.
"I sure hope you didn't get dressed up for us," Ace says cruelly.
"I got dressed up for myself," I spit back at him. "In case you have forgotten you aren't the only one with a birthday today."
The triplets bust out in laughter as if I have said the funniest thing that they have ever heard. "Your birthday is a waste of time," Chris says hurtfully.
"How kind of you to remember my birthday," I remark sarcastically.
Bryce sits down on the bed next to me and runs his fingers through my hair. "You look... incredible," he says as he leans into me and his breath fans against my neck.
"Thank you?" I reply but it comes out as more of a question. I am finding it hard to breathe with Bryce so close to me.
Suddenly, Bryce is no longer at my side. Chris has thrown him across the room and Bryce hits the door roughly. "Off limits," Chris growls angrily.
"Whatever you say, Brother," Bryce says as he winks in my direction and I shudder at the action.
"We need to talk to you," Ace crosses his arms over his chest and all I can think about is how huge his arm muscles look in that suit. I shake the thoughts from my head and wonder what in the world is happening to me. I have never looked at the triplets in this way before and now I am practically drooling over them.
'It is normal to want them,' a voice echoes in my mind and I am sure that I am going crazy.
"What do you want?" I get to my feet and straighten my dress by wiggling my hips slightly.
Bryce groans loudly and bites his fist as watches me with lust filled eyes. Chris smacks him in the stomach with the back of his hand and Bryce reluctantly pulls his gaze from me and leans back against the door.
"We want to talk to you about tonight," Ace says shortly. "You aren't invited."
I should have seen this coming. I shouldn't be as disappointed as I am as all three of them stare at me with smirks on their faces. But the pit in the bottom of my stomach tells me that I am disappointed. I wanted tonight to mingle with some werewolves in the pack, and maybe find my mate, but that doesn't appear to be in the cards for me tonight.
"I wasn't planning on coming anyway," I lie.
"You don't have to lie to us beautiful. We know that you got all dressed up for us." Bryce says as his eyes rake over me for what seems like the hundredth time.
"I got all dressed up for me, because it is my birthday too." I tell them and it is mostly the truth. I certainly didn't get all dressed up for them.
"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart," Bryce says as he begins to walk towards me but thankfully Chris plays goalie and pushes him back towards the door.
"Despite what you think, I really could care less about your birthday." I place my hands on my hips and tap my foot on the ground and wait for them to leave my room.
"Don't take it personally," Chris chimes in. "We just cannot be seen with a rogue at our party."
"And just when I think you boys have matured," I say sarcastically.
"So it is settled then," Ace says with a clap of his hands. "Erica doesn't come to the party and Bryce stays away from Erica."
"But what if she doesn't want to stay away from me," Bryce wiggles his eyebrows up and down comically.
"Trust me," I murmur. "It won't be an issue."
Bryce holds his hand over his heart and acts like he is wounded, but he still flashes me a panty dropping smile. Chris exits the room first with Ace moving quickly behind him. But Bryce doesn't move from his spot beside the door.
"You can go now," I tell him as I point towards the door.
Bryce takes a few steps forward and I immediately avert my eyes and look at my feet. I don't like being this close to him alone in my room. People might begin to talk. Bryce lifts my chin with two of his fingers and I am forced to look into his bright blue eyes. Just like Ace's, they have bits of green flecks in them. Leaning down Bryce gently presses his lips against my own.
"Happy Birthday, Little Rogue."
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