Gina, And Her Triplet Alphas

Gina.

“You should make sure everything is spotlessly clean by the time I get back to this room, fat a*s,” Gwen spurred at me as she made her way out of the room.

The triplet’s birthday is tomorrow, and she is going shopping for more clothes because the ones she bought earlier are suddenly not good enough.

It’s been four days since I started working in the packing house, and so far, so good. I have not gotten into any trouble, and I hope to keep it that way.

for my parents’ sake, though, because not a single hour passes without me wanting to smack her a*s all over again.

One can hardly believe that I share a birthday with this silly girl, with the way she has been bossing me around since I resumed here.

I looked at the room tiredly, wondering what the hell happened in there. I just cleaned this entire place last night, and this morning it looks like an abandoned apartment.

I feel she is deliberately messing up the entire room to give me extra work.

There were clothes, shoes, and dirt all over the floor, making me wonder how the hell she managed to ruin all my hard work from yesterday.

To think that I will be making lunch for the alpha and his guest that will be coming over this afternoon Well, I don’t mind cooking since it is something I love doing. But having to clear after a grown girl capable of taking care of herself makes me want to puke.

My parents were relieved of their duties after Gwen complained about not having enough work for me to do for her. So, it was decided that my parents stop coming to the palace since I can equally make good meals like them.

I started picking up the clothes, arranging the shoes, emptying the trash can, and then mopping the entire floor.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Luckily for me, the alpha had already contacted an event planner for the program, so my job is solely to make food for the event.

After an hour plus, the room was fixed, and I was about to head towards the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door. I hurried to see who it was, only to see Derrick standing there with both hands in his pocket.

He was looking devilishly handsome in black pants and a black shirt that clenched tightly on his good-toned body, his hair as always sexily rough, and his sexy eyes flickered in their sockets.

Even though I hate to admit it, he looked like a nice, well-sliced piece of chocolate cake with vanilla whip butter.

Oh no, I can’t believe I just said that out loud for you guys to hear. Don’t get it wrong; I am not crushing on him or his brothers, no.

But, maybe there was a time I might have had a crush on them back in high school, but now I am grown up, and they are nothing to me but a bunch of dickheads.

Since I started working here, none of the triplets has said a word to me, and I cannot have it any other way. The further those dickheads are from me, the better.

I wonder what Derrick is doing here now because I am so certain that he must have heard the conversation between his mother and his soon-to-be wife, Luna, in the dining room this morning when they were talking about going shopping to get extra gifts for the guests that would be coming over for the party.

“She is not in,” I said to him without waiting for him to state his business there, and I made to lock the door when he stopped me by putting his leg between the door space and pushing it slightly.

“I said she was not in,” I said angrily.

“I said she was not in,” I said angrily.

“I heard you the first time,” he said calmly, closing the door behind him as a silly smile crept to his side lips.

I don’t know why, but my heart’s pacing picked up its momentum now that I was alone with him. I have never been behind closed doors with any guy in my almost twenty-one years of existence.

And despite my trying to put on a brave face, something about the way he was staring at my eyes and lips made me feel nervous—very nervous.

“I came to see you,” he said, with his hands still in his pockets, as he slowly started walking towards me.

“What do you want?” I asked, still pretending not to be bothered by his dominating aura and his beautiful eyes that promise all the nasty things you have ever heard or read about.

“You know what I want, Gina,” he said in a chunky voice that sent waves of emotions down my spine.

The room suddenly felt warmer with every step he took closer to me, and my feet seemed to have developed a mind of their own as they started retracing his steps until I hit a wall behind me.

A little gasping sound eluded my lips as soon as my body collided with the hardened wall, and that made him smile cockily.

I made to walk away and get as far away from him as I could, but it was already too late as his fine, well-toned body caged me to the wall.

“You like being chased, don’t you?” He asked, lustfully looking into my eyes, my lips, and every inch of my body.

My body fidgeted under him as I tried to find a reason to push him off or throw curses at him, but I found a part of me liking his teases.

He tilted his head so close to mine that I could breathe in the peppermint aftertaste from his breath.

“What? “Why are you shivering?” He whispers so close that his lips gently brush my ear.

I could not believe how much my body was enjoying his tease, even though I wanted to push him off me.

I could feel my p***y throbbing as the heat from his body caressed mine, and slowly I felt myself getting wet for me.

“Don’t touch me,” I heard myself say to him as soon as I noticed he had brought out his hands from his pocket and placed them, one on each side of the wall.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to touch you because your scent is down? Something is saying a different thing,” he said with a devilish smirk.

“f**k you,” I said, attempting to push him off me, but he caught my hands midway and placed them above my head, pinning both my hands with one hand.

“I know you want to fk me; trust me, I would like to fk you too. I would like to fk you so hard that every bone in your body is craving my touch. “I would like to see how well you can bounce this juicy a*s of yours on my ck, and I aim to hear you scream my name while I am buried deep into you,” he mumbled the words into my ears as his breath tickled my neckline.

I have never felt so helpless as I did at that moment. I was mad at him. Yet, I was f*g enjoying every one of his words and teases.

It was when I heard a gentle knock on the door that my stupid brain returned to me, and I quickly pushed him off me this time.

He just smiled and casually walked to the door, where he opened it to see who it was. All the while, my heart was ferociously beating as the thought of who might be at the door bothered me.

I knew there was nowhere it could have been Gwen because she wouldn’t knock before entering her room. I silently prayed that it should not be any of the maids, because anyone at that door would easily become suspicious of me having anything to do with Derrick.

The door opened, and I noticed that it was Devon.

And instead of having a deep sense of relief, my heart started patting even more. There was something about the way his eyes reached out to mine that made me feel guilty.

His eyes roamed my body as if checking to see if anything had happened between Derrick and me.

“We have been looking all over for you,” Devon said to his brother while keeping his eyes on me the entire time.

“Sorry, I came to pick up something I left in Gwen’s room yesterday,” Derrick said to him while stylishly turning around to give me a wink.

“Cool. “Can we leave now?” Devon asked, slowly taking his eyes away from mine for the first time since he came.

“Yeah, sure,” Derrick answered, walking ahead of Devon.

Devon lingered for some seconds, slowly lifting his eyes to look at me for some intense seconds before going after his brother.

I let out a deep sigh as soon as I was sure they had both left. What the f**k just happened? I can’t believe that Derrick was this close to kissing me and I could not stop him.

I mean, I f*g hate that dude and his brothers; they are proud and arrogant.

I was about to head out of Gwen’s room when I saw Denver resting his back on the wall close to the door I was coming out from.

I wondered what he was doing there, but do not bother to ask him. Furthermore, among his brothers, I fear him the most. I was about to walk past him when I heard him speak. He is always very cold and hardly ever says anything to anyone, unlike his younger brothers.

“Why don’t you concentrate on the reason you are here instead of trying to seduce my brothers?” he said coldly to me, not one bit lifting his eyes from where they were on the floor.

I could not believe my ears as I turned to look at him, surprisingly. I wonder what may have prompted him to accuse me of such atrocities.

“I am not seducing anybody,” I said to him, while still trying to process what I had just heard.

Like, why would he even say something like that? Did he see me do anything to make him think that way? I mean, I was working when his brother came to me.

If anything, I should be the one accusing his brothers of seducing me.

“We already have a mate, and we are not going to leave her for you, so I suggest you stop playing these little games of yours,” he said, slowly lifting his icy eyes to meet mine.

I was so speechless as to why he would say that, and before I could think of what to say to him, he had walked out on me.