Week 2, Monday

“I think I might literally kill that bitch,” Gemma said. “Seriously, John. You need to stay the fuck away from her because if she touches you again, I’m going to get deported for what I do to her.”

“Gemma, I hear you. But that’s not realistic,” you said. “We work in the same office, I can’t just avoid her.” You checked yourself in the mirror again, the red hand of the slap still burning on your cheek. Gemma had barged into the office washroom after you, not caring what it looked like. “We’re going to need to figure something out.”

Your phone bingled, Sabrina’s smiling face flashing on the screen as you received a text from her. You grabbed it and checked her message.

Sabrina: I might literally kill her. Fuck! Tell me you have a plan.

Sabrina: I’m not letting her do this. There is no fucking way.

“Is that Sabrina?” Gemma growled. She snatched your phone from you and read the messages, then started furiously typing back.

“Fuck,” you sighed, and then kicked the garbage can. It clattered against the wall.

Six Hours Earlier

“Any particular reason you are whistling like the guy on the Cialis commercials, John?” Becks asked you with a smirk.

You’d woken up early, filled with energy even for a Monday morning. Despite missing the feeling of waking up with Gemma or Sabrina next to you in bed, you were going to spend the day with both of them in the office. Even the tedious intern work seemed like more of a spark, knowing that.

One week ago this morning, you had taken the risk of asking Sabrina if she was secretly filming content for OnlyFans, and things had spiralled in the best, most unexpected ways.

You were early, and you couldn’t hide your happy grin as you walked into the building and approached the secretary. “It’s just a beautiful day, Becks. How was your weekend?”

“Oh, you know,” Becks said. “My new guy brought me out to the country on Saturday and we went all bougie on a mini wine-tasting tour. He knows absolutely nothing about wine, but he put in the effort.”

“That sounds like fun,” you said, making a mental note for that as a date idea. But was it good for Gemma, or Sabrina? Or maybe both? The trip to the museum all together had been fun. It would likely be a balancing act to figure out the right amount, but doing dates together and separately would be good for all three of you.

“What about you? The last thing I heard was you had a date with Gemma on Friday, right?” Becks asked.

“Yep,” you nodded. “It was really good. We went out to a comedy club for an open mic night, then went dancing for a bit.”

“Dragged you out to a club, huh?” Becks smirked. “I knew Gemma was a party girl at heart.”

“Well, I offered,” you said. “I like dancing.”

“You do?” Becks asked in surprise. “Don’t get me wrong, John, but you don’t exactly look like the club-going type. More like drinking with your buddies at a pub.”

“I’ll have you know I’m an excellent date for weddings, bar mitzvahs, New Year’s parties and all other social functions,” you said. “If you want my services you have to book pretty far in advance though, I’m a hot commodity.”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. “Alright, Rico Suave. You do anything else interesting this weekend?”

Two days of pleasure flitted through your mind, and you had a feeling that Becks caught your look. “Well, Gemma, Sabrina and I all went to the Museum on Sunday afternoon, too. It was fun, and Gemma seemed to really like it.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” Becks said. “Gosh, the last time I went to a Museum must have been… High School?”

“I had the same thought, but it was middle school,” you chuckled.

“Alright, well, you should probably get up there,” Becks gestured towards the elevators. “Both of your girls got in even earlier than you.”

You grinned and took a step towards the elevator, then hesitated and pivoted on your heel. “What do you-”

“I’m not an idiot, John. You’re kissing both of them. Hell, you did it in front of me. Whatever you three are doing, you’re obviously involved. Just don’t flash it around in front of the Lawyers and you should be fine.”

“Thanks, Becks,” you grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. You owe me one,” she said, and then as you went to the elevators called after you, “And I want more pastries tomorrow!”

Upstairs, you quickly walked back to the Intern conference room. You saw Sabrina first as she was coming around from the other direction of the hallway - she’d likely just finished delivering the coffee orders for the morning, leaving them on the Partner and Associate desks for them to walk in to and start their morning. She was wearing a nice little pencil skirt that ended at her knees and a white button-up blouse. She’d pulled her hair back and up in a neat bun and was giving off sexy librarian vibes.

“Good morning, baby,” she said with a grin, stepping into your arms and giving you a quick hug.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” you said. “How was editing last night?”

“Good. It took longer than I expected, but I posted some teasers late last night and people are practically rioting for more,” Sabrina smiled. Then she bit her lip and leaned closer, whispering. “How’s it feel having your cock be a minor porn celebrity already?”

You snorted. “You know I don’t care about that at all,” you said. “I’m just happy to do it with you.”

“I know,” she grinned, wrapped her arm around yours and pulled you towards the conference room.

Inside, Gemma was already at work and glanced up before quickly finishing what she was typing and then standing up. “Morning, love,” she said.

You wrapped her up in a hug as well, and took a chance to bend the rules and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Morning, love,” you said.

And then things got back to normal until Eric showed up just on time, sporting a black eye and a massive grin.

“Dude, please tell me that didn’t happen on Friday night,” you said, immediately feeling bad you hadn’t gone to find him or check in on him over the weekend.

“What? Oh, right,” Erica said. “Yeah, it did. But you guys aren’t gonna believe this - we went viral!”

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