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7-My Room

Isabella

Strong arms wrap around me. I'm melting into a rock-hard chest as I inhale the clean scent that clings to the shirt. One minute I'm warm against this body, and the next, I'm being put into a cold bed. I open my eyes to see Marcello about to leave the room.

"Wait," I sit up and slightly feel the effects of the marijuana. I can't afford to be like this again. I need my stuff to help me stay awake and alert.

"Yes?" Marcello asks.

"Will you two stay with me? Please?" I'm so exhausted that I don't even care to ask why I'm staying all night here instead of at Alli's.

Marcello unbuttons his red dress shirt while keeping eye contact with me. It feels as though the air is sucked out of the room, and my high is wearing off. His shirt falls to the floor, and he unbuckles his belt. I'm craving the sting of the leather across my skin. I would do anything for it. He slides his pants down and steps out of them, only to be in his boxers. What in the Jason Momoa as Aquaman is going on right now? His body is covered in articulate tattoos over his arms, shoulders, and down his sides and abdomen. I was so focused on that belt I didn't even realize he's a walking masterpiece.

Dang! I have to snap out of it. I can't make myself be that easy for him, no matter how much I want it. The mental pep talk that I give myself was working until Ezra came into the room wearing his boxers. He might not be as big as Marcello, but from the moment he stepped into the room, he radiated dominance. Would it be so bad if I gave in? My heart has never battled so much with my mind. Alli would have never supported me to go with them alone if she didn't trust them. Maybe I can give in just a little.

"Ezra and I do not sleep in the same bed," Marcello said.

"So you can share a woman, but not a bed?" I feel like that doesn't make sense.

"Sharing a woman is fun. Sharing a bed is intimacy. One of us can stay in here with you, but not both." I'm not okay with that. I'm not asking them to touch each other.

"With your past subs, you never slept in the same bed?" Surely there were times when they got tired and fell asleep.

"We did not sleep in the same bed as our subs. Bed-sharing is intimacy, and what we had with them was a simple agreement for sexual satisfaction." I can't do this with them if I can't have an emotional connection. Sex isn't just sex to me.

"I see. In that case, I don't think this is going to work out," I lie back down, bring the blanket up to my chin, and close my eyes.

"We are not saying it will be like that with you, Isabella. We know you are looking for something more personal, and we will give you that. Marcello and I will alternate nights with you if you want us to stay in your bed." Ezra chimes in. My bed?

"Is this my room?" I wasn't expecting things to move this quickly.

"Yes. And before you ask, we have never used this room for any of our subs. We told you things are different with you. This is all new to us, but we are going to make sure you are taken care of." Ezra said. I sit back up and look between them. I wonder why they're so quick to commit to me. We just met, and they're already giving me my own room. I'm wide awake now so I can be more rational.

"Why are you two in such a rush? Don't you think it's a bit too soon for me to have a bedroom?" They look at each other for a second, and Marcello responds.

"We feel it would be easier to prove ourselves to you if you spend as much time with us as possible. You do not have to submit to us yet, but we would like to get close to you to get to know you more," I guess that does make sense.

"Oh, okay. Well, I hope it's not a problem that I have a very busy work schedule and sometimes traveling is required. For instance, I have to be in Tampa by six in the morning. What time is it now?" I'm going to be exhausted in the morning. I can stop by the condo before going to Tampa.

"It is one in the morning. We think you should get well rested before we go to the worksite. Maybe let your workers know they wo not need to be there until, say, nine o'clock instead of six?" Ezra suggested.

"We? You two don't need to come with me. I have to stop at the condo to get a shower and change my clothes anyway." Do these guys not have anything better to do tomorrow?

"We would like to see you on the job. We think the work you do is fascinating and maybe we could hire you for an idea that we have. It will not be nearly as big as a bridge, but we pay well." I guess I can't complain. All this time, I've been dying to have a man there for me so this loneliness can go away, and now I have these two who are willing to prove themselves to have me. It's time for me to live a little.

"Okay. I'll text Ben," I grab my phone from the nightstand and told him I won't expect the workers to be there until nine-thirty in the morning. I would like to get there before everyone else.

"Who is Ben?" Ezra asked.

"He's my assistant," I respond.

"A male assistant? That is different," The jealousy in his tone is evident. Marcello is smirking at my reaction because I can't help my facial expression.

"Does it bother you that my assistant is a man?" If only he knew Ben personally, he would not be worried about it. I'll have some fun with this.

"Nope." He popped his p a little dramatically.

"So it's okay to lie to each other already? Noted." Maybe I'm being dramatic, but oh well.

"Alright, I do not like it. When do I get to meet him?" A huge smile crosses my face.

"In the morning. Ben will be at the worksite because I need him to grab the extra blueprint that I had made up just in case an idiot messed with the first one." I wonder which idiot it was. Probably Charles.

"Why do you use pencil on your blueprints?" Marcello asks.

"I don't. I use erasable ink pens just in case mistakes are made, and I won't have to start all over or scribble out anything. It makes for neater work. Now I need my employees to do what the hell they're told, and we won't have these problems." I can feel myself get worked up all over again, so I let out a deep breath.

"You are overwhelmed. Come on, I will run a nice hot bath for you to relax in. Ezra will get your nightclothes." Marcello helps me out of bed, and I see my luggage on the floor.

"Alli packed me a bag?" I asked.

"Yes, while you were stoned. Maybe you should not take so many hits next time," Marcello jokes. He's not as mean as I expected, or maybe he isn't mean to me.

"If there is a next time. I can't let myself fall asleep like that when I have work to get done." Ezra walks into the bathroom attached to my room and sits my silky Harry Potter pajamas on the counter. I'm going to kill Alli. The look on Ezra's face lets me know he's trying not to laugh at me.

"Laugh all you want. Just wait until you see my favorite shirt." I'm a nerd, and no one could make me feel ashamed of it.

"It is cute; Alice showed me. However, it is old." He responded. Of course, she showed him! I hope it's in the bag now.

"It's perfect. Did she pack it in my bag?" I ask.

"Yes, she did. Are you wanting to sleep in that instead?" He was about to get it.

"No, I'm wearing it to work tomorrow." His eyebrows shoot up.

"Really? I imagined you in something more business casual or something." He responds. Marcello finished filling the tub, so I stripped. "Well, you are not bashful. That is great."

"You both have already seen everything I have to offer. Modesty is out the window." I sink into the hot water, and I'm thankful the tub is deep. "Are you guys getting in?"

I can tell this is yet another thing they don't do together with their submissives. They look at each other and have an awkward, silent conversation with their eyes before shrugging their shoulders and dropping their boxers.

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