My real dating life aside, the gossip channels loved to debate whether I'd date all my bros or be the one to ruin their group dynamic.
The pressure from it all was the reason I tried to not think of them as romantic interests, but once I reached eighteen, things got a little harder.
My hormones kicked in.
I thought sixteen was a pain when I finally got my period, but nope. Eighteen was when your body stopped listening to you and made you practically psycho in the process.
Do I like-like Adonis, Otis, Tristan, and Dominick?
I still didn't know, and it was another thing to push to the corner of my mind until I needed to face it.
The door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts as my body jerked forward and right into a wall of clothed muscle.
"Adonis," I groaned against his chest, recognizing him by the scent of his latest Louis Vuitton cologne.
Incubi and succubi loved to smell good. If they had a hint of stench on them, there would be hell to pay if they couldn't bathe or at least drench themselves in fragrance.
"Stop listening to stupid stuff and let me see you."
"Who said I was eavesdropping?"
"You should apply to be a reporter," Adonis suggested. "You'd get all the goodies for big companies to gossip about. Now turn around so I can see if these panties make your ass look great."
I giggled and shook my head. "Weird incubus."
"That you adore," he added and helped spin me around like we were on a dance floor. Letting go of my hand, I saw in the reflection of the mirror that Adonis took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest in observation.
"Good. Like this one and the first set."
"I never let you see the other two," I noted.
"Don't have to." He shrugged. "I knew from when you picked them up that they weren't good choices for your body type."
"Why does that make me feel like I'm fat?" I pondered more to myself.
Adonis's playful smirk made me want to count my blessings. I really didn't understand how I hadn't fallen for him like any other human.
"Because you sometimes forget you're a sexy woman with a small waist, amazing curves, and the perfect ass."
"Yet I'm doing that squat challenge because?"
"I don't know." He shrugged. "It was your idea to make yourself suffer every day by dropping it like it's hot."
"You could have told me that." I slapped my forehead in annoyance.
"And miss all the squatting? Why in the devil's name would I do that? I'm an incubus, not an angel. Keeping doing them."
"For your entertainment."
"And the rest of the guys'. We're betting to see how long you'll last until you not-so-secretly eat another entire cake."
"My birthday is a year from now," I reminded.
"And when has that stopped you from passing by the bakery to grab a cake or two?"
"It's not my fault," I argued. "The owner makes good cakes."
"And is also a succubus who sprinkles addictive magic on top of her stuff so you all go back and make her bank," he concluded. Slapping my ass, he grinned at my flustered face.
"Go away. I was going to change."
"Why is that stopping you? I've seen you naked before."
"Which is silly! I'm twenty now."
"A number doesn't change anything."
"Stop arguing. I don't want you here," I concluded and crossed my arms as I moved my head to one side in pure defiance.
When he didn't speak, I poked an eye open, to see he was hovering over me with that sexy smile of his.
"You really don't want me, Cassandra?" That oozing delicacy of hotness had my every goose bump popping up as I stared at him like he was the next chocolate cake on my list.
"I do...I mean...no! Dammit, Adonis! Take your seducing voodoo out of my change room." I pushed him slightly and he chuckled.
"Boo." He leaned in so close that my body froze. "That's no fun, Cassandra."
This lethal man knows I like it when I'm called by my full name...in bed.
I felt my bra loosen then, and I watched it drop to the floor like it had lost its purpose in life. My eyes returned to the culprit, noticing how his index finger returned to his pressed lips, that sharp fingernail shining it had won a bloody reward.
"Oops. I'll pay for that." With a wink, he was out of my change room. I was ready to run out and beat his ass up, but I really didn't want my girls to be on the next cover of Supernatural Daily.
Damn you, Adonis!
With a huff, I locked the door and began to change into my black yoga tights and red crop top.
"Did you hear supernaturals are getting kidnapped lately?"
"Huh? No way."
The sudden gossip made me pause as I readied to unlock the door once more.
"It's in the hidden news articles. They don't want to bring it to the public eye yet because they're not sure if they're kidnapping innocent supernaturals or criminals working for organizations. It's an apparent mess. I overheard my boss talking about it."
"That's scary, but I guess it's nothing we have to worry about."
"Being a human is hard when the rest of the world is better than you, but I guess you have a point."
"C'mon, let's go cheer ourselves up with ice cream and some more shopping."
"Sounds like a plan."
With a frown, I pondered what they had just said.
"Why would anyone kidnap supernaturals?" I quietly questioned. With a shrug, I picked my favorite sets and left the change room.
I only lasted five steps before something kissed me on the cheek. My whole face burned hot as I slowly looked to see Adonis now leaning against the wall of the entrance to the changerooms.
"Your butt looks extra cute in yoga pants, too." He nodded in agreement. "You also forgot to put underwear on." I rushed back to the change room to see the underwear I remembered putting on was on the floor with a clean cut at the waistline.
One thing I always forgot about the twins. The two could exchange powers with little effort.
In this case, Adonis was using Otis’s supernatural speed.
"Adonis von Dolorosa! You're a dead incubus! Those are my favorite!"
I already knew he was gone, running like his life depended on it, but I'd get him back for this. I always got payback.
Shaking my head, I crouched down to pick up the lace panties, had a moment of silence for their loss, and threw them in the garbage on the way out.
Note to self. Never bring my supernatural brothers lingerie shopping.
Friendly Reminder Of Where You Stand
"I GOT THE JOB!"
My left hand paused on the half-filled page of symbols. My eyes darted to the doorway of our living room, seeing a beaming Tristan.
I took a long look at him, licking my lips unconsciously at the shapeshifter in the perfect navy blue suit. With gold cufflinks and tie, and a silky blue dress shirt beneath the fitted ensemble, this man right here wasn't playing around in the professional department.
Of sexiness.
His usual shoulder-length blond hair was now up in a perfect bun, telling me he made his hair a little longer just for this interview, and his piercing blue eyes shone brighter with his thrilling news.