All Chapters of Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage(An R-Harem): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Riley's POV I pushed open the boardroom doors and stepped inside, my heart already pounding from Anna's warning. The three men stood by the windows, their backs to me, silhouettes sharp against the city skyline. Broad shoulders. Tall frames. That unmistakable aura of power that made the air feel thicker. One turned first, then the second, the third. My stomach twisted hard. Of course it was them. The men from the club last night. Cleaned up now in tailored suits that hugged their bodies like they were made for sin. No trace of the wild hunger from the a day ago, but their eyes... those eyes still burned with it. Cane smiled slowly, that same cruel curve of his lips. "Good morning, Riley Grayson, CEO," he said, voice smooth as glass. “What—what are you doing here?” I swallowed hard and asked, my voice coming out steadier than I felt. Cane's smile widened just a fraction. "Aren't you going to offer us a seat? You see, we didn't sit until the famous Riley entered." I blinked, tryi

Riley’s POV “What?” Ethan’s voice rises sharply, cutting straight through the heavy air in the boardroom. “What do you mean *let’s move to signing*, Riley?” He pushes back from his chair so hard it scrapes loudly against the floor. He lifts his palm like he wants to slam it down on the table and make everyone listen. But he doesn’t. He stops himself at the last second. I notice it. His eyes flick briefly to the three men sitting across the table. Cane. Gunnar. Caden. They haven’t moved. They haven’t said a word. But they are watching him closely, and Ethan knows it. He knows better than to explode in front of them. I don’t respond to his outburst. I calmly gather my tablet, my phone, and the folder in front of me. My movements are slow and deliberate. I don’t rush. I don’t look at him him either. “If there’s nothing else,” I say evenly, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my chest, “then this meeting is concluded. It’s been nice doing business with you.” I give a b

Riley’s POV Everything that is happening right now feels crazy and ridiculous, yet I cannot stop the way my heartbeat skips at her words. “What’s your name?” I ask, my voice quieter than I want it to be. She smiles, small and knowing. “I’m Summer.” “Summer?” I repeat, testing the name. “Yes.” “Well, Summer,” I say, trying to sound firm, “I’m going to disappoint you, but I won’t be going anywhere with a total stranger.” I dig my hand into my bag, pull out my wallet, and take out ten crisp hundred-dollar bills. I hold the money out to her. “Here. It’s a thousand dollars. Since you’re fine and you say you’re an Alpha, this should get you home to wherever you’re coming from, right?” She stares at the money first, then lifts her eyes to mine. The stare is direct and piercing. It makes me feel exposed, like she can see every thought in my head. My fingers tighten around the bills. “You’re a really stubborn one,” she says, almost amused. “You’re the perfect fit.”

Riley's POV I don’t even realize when I get home. I don’t remember parking. I don’t remember unlocking the door. My body just moves on its own, carrying me inside like my mind has shut down completely. The door closes behind me, and that’s when everything hits at once.I drop my bag on the floor without caring where it lands and head straight for my bedroom, then the bathroom, moving fast like if I stop for even a second, I’ll fall apart. I turn the shower on cold and step under it fully clothed. The water hits me hard, knocking the breath out of my lungs, and I gasp, gripping the tiled wall to keep myself steady.The cold hurts, and that’s exactly why I stay there.I need something real. Something that isn’t the panic clawing at my chest and the fear sitting heavy in my stomach. After a moment, my fingers start to fumble with my clothes. I peel off my soaked shirt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor in a wet pile, and stand there naked under the freezing water, my teeth chat

Riley’s POV “I love your outfit.”The voice slides through the car. I stiffen immediately and twist my neck toward the front seat, my eyes snapping to the driver’s reflection in the mirror, but his face is blank, focused on the road, hands steady on the wheel like nothing was said at all. My heartbeat picks up loud in my ears and before I can speak, another voice follows, calmer and colder, like it enjoys taking its time.“You know, Ethan did well in tossing you away.”My hands curl into fists so tight my nails bite into my palms. I scan the car wildly, my eyes jumping from the dashboard to the doors, to the dark glass of the windows, trying to place where the sound is coming from and then I see it. Right above me, set into the roof near the rearview area, there is a small black lens, barely noticeable if you are not looking for it, angled directly at the back seat.The camera.My stomach drops hard.“What the fuck?” I shout, leaning forward and staring straight into it. “Are you s