"You're not going anywhere until we have breakfast!" he finishes, laughing.

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding at first, and he just continues to laugh. "Quit that! I was actually scared for a second!" I say, my heart still beating a million miles a minute.

"You're so cute when you're scared though!" He bursts out laughing again.

I glare at him meanly and stick up my middle finger at him. "Fuck you." I push past him and go into the living room.

"You're so cute when you're flustered though," he says, and I can sense he's following me.

He reaches me and grabs my arm, pulling me in the opposite direction of where I was going, which was the front door. We enter into an absolutely huge dining room, and Michael sits at the head of the table in the biggest chair. His two brothers sit to the right and left of him in slightly smaller chairs, and I just want to sit as far away from them as possible.

"Come," Michael demands, motioning to me. I walk towards him and stand beside his chair, and he picks me up by my hips and places me in his lap.

The other two brothers begin to chuckle. Michael glares at them, and they immediately stop.

"Servants!" he yells, clapping his hands twice. He tugs me closer to his body, and turns me. I'm sitting on his left leg, one of my legs in-between his and the other on the opposite side. Three servants come into the room carrying trays of food, and place one huge tray in front of Michael and I, one smaller one in front of Nicholas, and one in front of Drake, the same size as Nicholas' tray.

The food smells absolutely divine, and I finally realize exactly just how hungry I am at this point. Drake and Nicholas immediately dig into their food, but Michael picks up a fork and begins to feed... me?!

"I'm not a baby, I can feed myself," I say, gently trying to pick up the fork with my own hand. Michael doesn't let me though, and forces the fork into my mouth.

He leans down a bit and whispers into my ear, "You will eat, or there will be consequences. Do you understand me?" That one whisper sent chills down my spine. His voice was deep and husky, as well as sultry. When he said that first word, heat immediately began to pool in my core and I could tell I was getting wet. Woah... Michael is really good at seducing a woman, especially me.

I eat the rest of my meal, Michael feeding me the whole time, and I don't utter a single complaint. As soon as I am done, Michael lets me down out of his lap and I leave the dining room and go into the living room. From the living room, I can hear faint talking coming from the dining room. I go up to the huge doors and lean my ear gently up against one, listening in on their conversation.

"Michael, you can't continue to treat her like a baby like that. She's an independent woman," one of the brothers says, and I'm almost certain it's Nicholas speaking.

"I can treat her how I want to. Plus, she's adorable when she's being submissive," Michael says.

"It might be adorable, but it isn't right. She's a 21 year old woman, and you can't treat her like a baby," another voice says, and using context clues I can immediately infer that it's Drake.

"What if she likes being treated like a baby? I mean, I could literally feel her becoming aroused in my lap," Michael says, and that is when I accidentally lean too hard on the door and fall into the room.

Michael, Drake, and Nicholas look at me in unison. I slowly get up, and they continue to stare at me the whole time. Michael looks crossed. Like strangle me until I die and hide my corpse, crossed.

"Reagan, what were you doing listening to our conversation?" he asks, standing up from his large chair and walking towards me with a livid look on his face.

"I was... I was just... umm," I say, glancing away from him. He walks closer to me and my bladder immediately loosens. Please no... body don't make me do this.

Michael continues walking towards me and I back up against the wall. When he reaches me, I cover my face with my hands and accidentally let loose all over his floor. Great. This is by far the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

Michael finally notices what happened, and backs away quickly. "Oh God... Reagan," he says, staring at me and the puddle that has begun to form under my feet with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry..." I look down at myself. I can't stop it, even though I really want to.

"Michael, don't just stand there. Help the poor girl! You scared her so much she peed herself!" Drake says, slamming two hands down on the table and standing up.

I'm frozen still, and my bladder is finally empty. I'm 21, yet I still 'let loose' like a Preschooler on their first day of school. At least they aren't laughing...

Michael throws me three rags, and I drop to the ground, cleaning up the toxins from my body. Yuck. All three boys are just staring at me with their arms crossed.

After I finish, I go wash my hands, with them still staring at me. I find it weird that there is a sink in the dining room, but I'm not going to question it. I turn around from the sink. Yep, 3 pairs of eyes still looking into mine.

"I'm just gonna...go home now," I say, looking down. I begin to walk to the door, but Michael jumps in front of me. I stumble back, because of how startled I am.

"You can't just... leave," he says, speaking quickly as if he is desperate for me to stay.

"Well, I wasn't planning on leaving right now. I was going to go take a shower and change and then leave." I cross my arms.

"Please, stay longer. I enjoyed having you here," Michael says, sounding more and more desperate with each second that goes by. I sigh. I really don't want to stay here longer than I have to.

"I'm going to go take a shower and think about it. I just peed myself because of you, remember?" I say, turning and going upstairs.

After my shower, I go out of the bathroom and check the dresser for any clothing. I end up just picking a simple set of undergarments, a t-shirt, and some shorts. Nothing too extravagant. I head out of the room and finally remember, I don't have my phone with me! I left it in my car, which is parked at my apartment complex! I can be so stupid sometimes.

I go back downstairs and notice that no one is in the living room, and I have a clear shot for the door! I would run out of the door and leave now, but I don't have a ride. Maybe I can use one of the servants' phone and call an Uber or something.

"Reagan, you're back!" Michael says from behind me, and I jump.

I turn around, putting one hand over my rushing heart. I swear if it was beating any faster it would jump straight out of my chest.

"Oh, did I scare you?" Michael asks, tilting his head slightly out of curiosity.

"You know damn well you did!"

"I'm sorry," he says, backing away from me a couple steps and putting his hands up.

"Ugh. Just take me home already." I roll my eyes.

"Mike, just take the girl home already. She's been through enough," a voice says, coming closer.

I look to my left and see that Drake just walked into the room. "Why don't you do it, asshole?" Michael says to Drake, crossing his arms.

"I have stuff I have to get done. Did you forget that I'm the only one in this house with an actual JOB," Drake says, walking past us and brushing his arm against Michael's, completely on purpose.

When he walks past, Michael quickly grabs his arm tightly and pulls him back towards us.

"What did you say?" Michael says, picking Drake up by his collar and holding him up in the air, the two of them almost nose to nose.

"What is it this time?" another voice says, and I suspect that it's Nicholas.

I begin to slowly back away from Michael, but he uses his free hand to tug me back towards him. His grip on my arm is so tight it feels as if I can't breathe, even though he's only grabbing my arm and not my neck.

"Reagan, you will not be leaving anytime soon, Drake, don't even get me started on how much more work I do than you in this household, and Nicholas stay out of this," Michael says, gently setting Drake back down, but keeping his grip on my arm.

"Michael, you do realize that Reagan probably has a house and a family to get back to, right?" Drake says, fixing his clothes.

"Actually, I do. And I would like it if I could leave now. I accidentally left my phone in my car, which is parked at my apartment complex," I say.

Michael lets go of my arm and I rub my other hand up and down it. "You may leave, but you must come back the day after tomorrow, which is two days from now. You will be staying with us from then on, and we will take care of you. Two days is enough time to pack all of your clothes and things, even though you don't need them because we can easily buy you new stuff. Go," Michael says, pushing me towards Nicholas.

I almost fall, but he catches me in a sort of trust fall way, and motions for me to come with him. I follow Nicholas out of the house and to his car, all of the boys have black Mercedes Benz cars, and get in with him. I program my address into the GPS system, and we're off. I hope this goes well.

The Next Day

"So... what are their names?" one of my two best friends, Kristen, asks me, leaning forward in her seat in suspense.

"Michael, Nicholas, and Drake," I say, nervously.

Sierra, my other best friend, was drinking a cup of water, and immediately spews it out of her mouth. Drops of it land on Kristen and I, but most of it gets on the floor.

"Reagan, you better be careful with those three." Sierra sets her cup down on the small table next to her.

"Why?" I ask, and Kristen gasps.

"You don't know?" Kristen says, and I gently shake my head.

"Those three are trouble... trust me. Even their name screams trouble," Sierra says, and Kristen nods in agreement.

"What is their name? What are you guys talking about!?" I'm getting more and more desperate to find out by the second.

"No one knows their real last name, but everyone calls them The Badass Brothers. Every single girl over the age of 18 or 19 within a 100 mile radius knows to stay away from the three of them, because we've all dated them. All three of them share a girlfriend for about a month, and the girl lives with them during that time period and everything. The poor girl falls in love and the boys break her heart at exactly the wrong moment. It's a cruel and vicious cycle, and every month a new innocent girl falls into their trap. That's just the way they are. I mean, Kristen and I were both innocent 19 year olds when we dated them, and had no clue whatsoever what we were getting ourselves into, but we found out soon enough. So, I would recommend you stay clear of the three of them," Sierra says, taking another sip of her water before putting it back down.

"But Michael said that I have one day left, since it was 2 days at first, to pack my stuff and move in with them," I say, and I can immediately feel warmth rush to my cheeks.

There is literally no use in going, because they are just going to use me, and throw me out, like trash. "Don't go girl," Sierra says.

"She has no choice, they will literally kidnap her," Kristen replies.

"Guys, I'm not gonna spend 30 days with those boys. I can just move somewhere else, like with my cousin, Sam." I begin to get nervous. What if I don't go, and they do kidnap me, AGAIN?

"They'll find you, wherever you go," Sierra says.

"Yup, I heard one girl moved all the way to Russia, and they flew there to get her. Crazy, right?" Kristen shakes me back and forth by my shoulders.

After my eyes stop spinning, I say, "I'll be fine, they won't find me, I'm a great hider." I twirl a couple strands of my hair around a finger. Sierra and Kristen exchange glances. This awkward silence is really getting to me, so I clear my throat.

"Umm... so what have you girls been up to lately?" I say, trying to change the subject.

"Oh nothing... wait. You're trying to change the subject, aren't you? You don't get off that easily girl. I want to hear every....single...detail about what happened while you were there," Kristen says, so I fill them in on all that happened during my short stay at Michael's house.

I really don't want to go back, but those guys are so... irresistible. I can't help it. I must go back, and I don't care if it means heartbreak or not. At least I know what to expect... right?