Throuple In Paradise by Faleena Hopkins

Author:Faleena Hopkins [Hopkins, Faleena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hop Hop Productions Inc.
Published: 2024-05-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

MARION

Those flights home were worse than being trapped in a salon chair for fifteen hours with a boring, gossipy stylist who thinks they’re interesting.

Even worse is that, because our plans abruptly changed, we had two layovers, a nuisance Jack never chooses if he can help it. With the extensive traveling his business entails, he cuts unnecessary delays from his already sardined schedule in order to see me more.

Right now they're lugging my suitcases into our home like it’s a competition. At least Troy is. Jack is just being Jack, quiet and carrying whatever load needs carrying. That’s how he handles everything in life; it’s why we both rely on him so much.

But Troy is much younger in more ways than just age. I used to love that about him — his childlike enthusiasm and happy-go-lucky attributes — but the flip side of immaturity sucks. Like a petulant child who lost permission to play, he’s barely spoken since walking in on Jack kissing me back at Cavo Tagoo. An event that on any other day would’ve been a normal occurrence and part of how we live — I kiss them both all the fucking time! — this time rubbed him the wrong way, and shipped him off to the land of Asshole.

It’s a real place.

I faced him in the terminal before we left Greece. “Are you going to talk to me, Troy?”

He shrugged, “I need a minute,” eyes hard, lips tense.

Then in Paris where we changed planes for Atlanta, never leaving the terminal, I waited until Jack was out of earshot before I commented with more than a touch of sarcasm, “That’s a pretty long minute.”

Troy's stubbled jaw ticked like a bomb. “Leave it alone!”

I craned to see inside his damn inner man-cave but what begrudgingly stared back I didn’t like.

I threw up my hands and stormed off, “Fine!”

That got Jack’s attention, but he lifted an eyebrow, not a finger, making no effort to glue what was falling apart.

Jack has a policy: never work harder than someone else is willing to when it comes to partnerships.

It’s why he has so many employees instead.

It’s up to me.

As Troy sets the last suitcase near our couch, and Jack shuffles mail Bobby left on the kitchen island, I slam the front door. “Enough!”

They pause, Troy straightening and Jack with one letter suspended above his held stack.

Troy starts to speak, “Marion…”

"We need to talk.” I point down. “Now!”

He crosses his arms.

Jack sets the mail back where he found it, adjusting the corners to be symmetrical as he prepares for whatever is to come.

“Look you two, we’ve all covered the obvious: none of us expected this. But let me talk in a way you businessmen can understand. You know what I never expected? Breach of contract.”

Troy inhales sharply, crossed arms tightening.

Jack leans on the counter, elbows bending to grab it. I normally love it when he stands like this, but today his looking delicious is not helping!

Engaging them both, I explain, “Things only have to change if we make them change.

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