Three Fated Hearts by LNC novel Chapter 66

~Adela~

I swear they are too predictable. I, honestly, expected that to take more convincing, but no…..not for those two. Just the idea that I planned to meet with my sister was enough to set them off. I’m both parts glad and disgusted. I will no longer have to see her and pretend to care, yet they are so quick to save their precious mate.

I sigh and pull my phone out, for probably the millionth time, just to be met with silence. Of course, there is no message. I’m not sure exactly what I’m waiting for, but I have nothing either way. It would be nice to hear from Neal, just so I knew that things were going how they should be. If Neal listened to me even a little, he should have made a move by now, and possibly it has been reciprocated. Maybe they catch them having s*x or maybe just kissing. Is it wrong for me to hope for the s*x? Ah, it doesn’t really matter, just as long as Neal has followed through as I told him to.

It was so time-consuming to hold his hand last night and talk him through this. He was so unsure and so worried about what to do. It took hours to convince him to go for it and make a move on Portia. I just hope he committed to his decision. I don’t even care if Portia returns his interest or not, even though that’s how I sold it to him; that she was definitely interested. I need the twins to catch her in a compromising situation, which will be more than enough. I need the twins to see Portia for what she really is, and then they will come crawling back to us. The question is: what do I do with Portia after that?

~Tia~

S**t! This is not good and completely not what it looks like. I try to make that argument, but nothing comes out of my mouth. It’s almost as if my voice has been lost. I know how this looks; I know this doesn’t look like there is a good explanation. I have run out of a dressing room with my pants in my hand. I’m sure I look flustered and sweaty. There is a moaning man on the ground, and if you can’t see his state, well, let’s say th at moaning can be misconstrued.

I stand before my mates, but they aren’t looking at me. They have murder in their eyes and are looking at the dressing room. I know what happened was wrong, but I don’t want Neal killed. I know there has to be a reason for his actions. We need to figure that out before any punishment is handed out.