Page 89 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

Then Gage nudges my shoulder with the gentleness of a giant. He’s wearing a black coat that makes his broad shoulders look even broader, if that’s possible. “Hey.”

I beam up at him. “Hey.”

Theo leans in, pressing a warm kiss to my temple. “So this is the big night?”

I nod. “Get ready to see Sins like never before.”

We slip inside, weaving through the small corridor that leads into the main chamber. As soon as we step through, the guys freeze.

The giant overhead chandelier has been draped in swaths of dark, mossy fabric, with glimmering crystals catching the low light. The dance floor is lined with more of those living-bloom models, and the bar area sports a rotating floral sculpture that seems to spin slowly like a lazy carousel of vines.

“Whoa,” Hunter breathes, turning a slow circle. “This is…whoa.”

Gage sounds genuinely awed. “Damn, Anya.”

Theo nods, approval gleaming in his eyes. “You outdid yourself.”

There’s a moment where I feel genuinely bashful about all of it—like I’ve exposed a bit of my soul here, orchestrating this entire environment. I shrug, trying to play it cool. “Vivian and I worked like crazy on the design. It’s a dark boho floral vibe. I wanted something fresh for the new year.”

Hunter slides his arm around my waist, drawing me in to kiss my cheek. “Mission accomplished, babe. You did good. Real good.”

Even five months in, it still feels surreal how comfortable we’ve all become with each other—especially after years of me walkingon eggshells around Calvin. But these men? They welcome me in, let me shine, and never once complain that I’m pushing them to relax more than they used to.

As their entertainment coordinator, I’ve planned everything from a spontaneous trip to an Italian villa to a simple afternoon break where they had to put away their phones and watch a sitcom marathon. It’sthatlevel of micromanaging they’ve given me permission for—and to be honest, theyneededit.

I think I did too. I can’t deny taking a little glee in bossing them around sometimes.

The music ramps as more guests filter in, the lights ramping up in intensity. The four of us wander into the crowd. Now and then, people wave or nod with respectful recognition—everyone knows Gage, Hunter, and Theo run the place, and by association, they know me as well.

We dance a bit, swirling under the flickering lights, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Before long, adrenaline surges in my veins, and laughter tumbles out of me. I’m dancing with all three of them, rotating between their arms, the heat between us making my face flush.

I realize we’re drawing an audience. A few club members circle around, ogling or cheering. Some slip away to the corners where private scenes are set up. Eventually, the entire club descends into a swirling carnival of bodies, and I notice more than a few couples, trios, and possibly quartets, slinking into dark corners for more intimate pursuits. That’s when I hear the collective whoop from behind me—someone’s started an orgy on the dance floor. Typical Sins.

I grin, catching Theo’s eye, and jerk my chin toward the upstairs office. “Maybe we should get out of the splash zone?”

Gage chuckles, glancing at the rapidly disrobing patrons. “Yeah, I’ll pass on dancing next to that.”

Hunter, as usual, cracks a joke. “Aw, Gagey, afraid you’ll get jealous?” He dodges Gage’s playful swat and snickers, leading the way upstairs.

Inside the office, the music is muted. It’s not a huge room, but it’s got plush carpets, a sturdy desk, and a couch. I shut the door behind us, my heart still thumping from the dancing, the adrenaline, and…well, my secret.

The men settle in with the ease of people who’ve done this many times—Theo leans against the desk, Gage claims the couch, and Hunter hovers near the door to let me pass by him.

They’re all looking at me with that familiar heat in their eyes, and for a second, I can’t help the flush spreading across my cheeks. There’s a comfortable sense of humor in how we approach these intimate moments now. No shame, no panic. Still, the edges of my nerves prickle, because I have something I need to say—a revelation that’s been sitting in my chest for days.

I swallow hard. “I hope I’m not violating company policy,” I tease, letting my hands rest at my hips. “I mean, sleeping with my bosses? Scandalous.”

Hunter bursts out laughing, crossing his arms. “We all know who therealboss is here, Anya. Don’t pretend.”

“Exactly,” Gage rumbles, his green eyes sparking with amusement. “You’ve been bossing us around for months now. Seems only fair we getsomeperks in return.”

I smirk, locking eyes with Theo. “Well, I’ll try not to work you too hard.”

Theo’s grin is unusually playful. “Isn’t thatyourjob? To make sure we don’t overwork ourselves?”

The banter loosens some of my tension, which I needed. But as the four of us move closer, I reach out to trace my fingers over Gage’s broad shoulder, feeling the familiar sense of belonging. The music outside thrums in time with my heartbeat. One glance at each of their faces reminds me how much we’ve built in the past five months—trust, love, shared responsibilities, jokes, tears…everything that defines a real relationship. A glance over their shoulders reminds me that we can do whatever we want up here, and no one will care.

Hunter kisses my neck, and Theo’s hand slides up my inner thigh. Just as I think he’s about to kiss me, Gage looks at me, then at his brothers. “I’ve been thinking about something,” he says, voice low.