The Suit and His Switch Claim Their Sub(20)

“I am impressed.” There was amusement in his voice. He shook his head and his smile grew. “Blythe, honey, you are not a slut. Hell, if that constitutes you as being one then I hate to think what you would call me.” He started laughing, a full belly-shaking laugh. “You care for them. I can see that clear as day.”

“None of that matters, Austin. What good is caring for someone, or more than one in my case, if they don’t reciprocate those feelings?” Her head and heart hurt thinking about it all. “Besides, I have to be crazy to want these men this strongly after only knowing them a short amount of time.”

“Blythe, you can’t help how you feel. The greatest loves are born out of random acts. They grow from instantaneous reactions.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “Believe me when I say you can’t let your head override your heart in all things. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow, sweet-cheeks.” Leave it to Austin to talk all philosophical then follow it up with “sweet-cheeks”.

“Thanks. I am one lucky girl to have you in my life.”

“No, sweetheart, I am the lucky one.” He pulled her into a tight hug. A moment later a knock sounded at the door.

“You expecting company? Maybe a male stripper?” Austin wagged his eyebrows, and she chuckled.

When she opened the door and saw who stood on the other side, everything faded away. Dietrich and Stellan stood side-by-side. They wore suits, power-fucking suits that had the air leaving her in a rush. God, the images in her head didn’t compare to having them stand in front of her in the flesh. She had no idea how long she stood there staring at them, but Austin clearing his throat behind her had her blinking rapidly to clear her vision. Stellan and Dietrich’s eyes were hard as they looked over her shoulder at Austin.

“W-what are you doing here?” The tensing of their jaws and the fact they still weren’t looking at her had her glancing over her shoulder at her best friend. Austin stared at them with wide eyes, but what caught her attention was the lipstick kiss on his cheek. Blythe turned and wiped it off. Her face heated further with embarrassment. She could only imagine what they thought. After smoothing her hands over her hair that Austin rumpled earlier, she turned back to the suits who now stared at her with identical stoic expressions.

“We aren’t interrupting anything, are we?” Stellan asked with a bit of a bite in his words.

“You know what, I was just heading out. I’ll call you later, Blythe.” Austin slipped past her and two very angry looking men and left her alone. That bastard. Should she let them in? Honestly what could they possibly have to say to her? She no longer worked for Dietrich, so their appearance at her doorstep confused her. Stepping aside as they made their way inside Blythe was very aware of their presence. Not only did their large bodies make her apartment seem far too small for her comfort, their auras screamed dangerous territory. After shutting the door and leaning against it, she waited to find out what they wanted. Seeing them wasn’t good for her mind or her heart.

“You look well, querida.” Stellan’s voice was smooth like melted chocolate and had a shiver working through her. It had been longer since she had seen him, not much, but it felt like ages now that he stood in her living room.

“Thank you. You look good, too.” She took in the grey pinstripe suit he wore. The white shirt and ice blue tie set off the whole incredibly sexy look he had going on. Turning her attention to Dietrich she took note of his attire as well. There was just something incredibly sexy about a man in business wear. Dietrich’s suit was black with a crisp white shirt underneath and a blood red tie. She licked her lips and saw Dietrich’s eyes dip down to watch the act. Her heart slammed hard in her chest as she waited anxiously. “I’m a bit confused as to why you’re here.” Her hands were behind her back, and she twisted her fingers together. Sweat pooled between her breasts. Damn, she hadn’t been this nervous since high school.

“Who was that man?” Dietrich looked angry. Very angry. When she didn’t answer right away he took a step forward. “Is he your lover, pet?” Blythe blinked rapidly. It took her a moment to let his words sink in. Austin? As her lover? The thought almost had her laughing out loud if not for the twin fierce expressions on their faces.

“No. That is my friend, Austin.” Neither said anything, so she continued. “My very gay friend.” For a solid minute they still watched her, but the tension started to slowly leave them. The sound of the clock ticking away in the background was the only thing she could hear as they stayed silent.

“That’s real good, querida,” Stellan said, but his expression was still clouded.

“You ran, pet.”

All it took was Dietrich and Stellan to say those endearments, and she was melted butter. She whispered, “What?”

Dietrich repeated himself. “You. Ran.”

“I didn’t run.”

He took a step forward, his eyes dark, his voice low.

“You did. I listened to Stellan and gave you a week to come back to us. You didn’t, so here we are.” He was so close to her that his cologne filled her nose. The door was hard and cold behind her as she pressed impossibly close to it. He placed both hands on the door by her head and leaned in. Blythe closed her eyes briefly and let the heat that came off him surround her. She was aware of Stellan close, of his breathing changing rapidly as he watched. Was he turned on seeing what transpired? She certainly was.

“You didn’t want me.” She opened her eyes in time to see a confused look cross Dietrich’s face right before he schooled his features.

“Not want you? Where the fuck would you get an idea like that?” He hadn’t moved from his close proximity, and she breathed in and out deeply. She didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to be intimidated by him when she had heard exactly what he thought of her. Pulling the strength from deep inside of her she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. He moved, but she knew it was only because he allowed it.

“Querida, what are you talking about?” Stellan took a step forward but didn’t touch her. This scenario was not what she planned, but they were here so she might as well tell them. Then everything could be put to rest and she could move on with her life.

“I heard you two talking the day before we left.” At their puzzled looks she continued. “I heard what you said about me.” Dietrich’s brows dipped low. He looked at Stellan, who held a similar look. When he brought his gaze back to hers realization dawned on his face. “You don’t have to worry about me making a scandal within the company.” Her hands shook, so she clasped them together. “And you don’t have to worry about my feelings for the two of you. I won’t come between you.” The sound of her heart beating was deafening, and she wondered if they could hear it.

“You heard us when we were on the villa, pet?” Why did he continue to use the endearment?

“Yes. I know you have no feelings for me, and I’m okay with that.” You damn liar. Dietrich looked at Stellan again, then in the blink of an eye grabbed the side of her face, tilted her head back so she was forced to look at him, and slanted his mouth down on hers. For a moment all she could do was stare at him with wide eyes, but when he started working his mouth on hers, then slipped his tongue along her bottom lip she let herself accept his touch. He used his body to press hers further against the door. The kiss was deep and possessive, and before she lost her mind in it she broke the kiss and gasped for air.

“What are you doing?” Lips tingling and pulse racing, she stared up at him.

“I’m taking what’s mine, pet.” He kissed her again, dipping his tongue as far into her mouth as he could and staking his claim. Tightening his hold on her body he turned her around until she felt Stellan’s hard chest press against her back.

Stellan breathed hard against her neck and thrust his hips forward so she could feel his erection. “You heard, querida. We weren’t talking about you, but Angelina Santina of Santina Hotels.” His lips coated along the side of her neck. All the while Dietrich continued to kiss her passionately, not giving her a chance to break away and take a deep breath.

She had heard wrong? Thinking back to that day she realized she hadn’t actually heard them say her name. Had she jumped to conclusions? Dietrich pulled away and ran his tongue along first her upper lip then her lower one. “I feel like a fool for what I thought I heard, then my reaction to it.” Their looks were tender and understanding. “I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions when I should have just spoken to you two about everything.”

“Blythe, it’s okay. We’re here now, and the truth is out. We can all move on.” Leave it to Stellan to be gentle and understanding and make everything seem like it would be okay.

“You think too much, pet. It takes away from the moment.” Dietrich smiled down at her, and her heart skipped a beat. He didn’t say anything else on the subject, but that was okay with her. All she wanted was to enjoy this moment. Stellan continued to kiss and nip at her flesh, and she had to force herself to keep her mind clear and her knees from buckling. “On the contrary to what you thought, Stellan and I wanted to talk to you about our relationship.”