Trio: A Different Kind of Love Story

By Matilda Martel

Trio is an unconventional love story and the strange way three people can fall in love.

Lydia is one of two mistresses to billionaire Walter Burgess who makes a huge mistake by asking her to "be nice" to his business partner, Isak Lindstrom.

After seeing them together, Walter feels threatened that Isak might take Lydia away from him and takes steps to trap Lydia and keep her for himself, but his plan ultimately blows up in his face.

Instead of sharing one man, Lydia winds up being shared by two men, both who refuse to relinquish their claim on her.
What starts out so badly and keeps getting worse turns out to be the only relationship they're able to maintain and the only thing that makes them happy.

Warning: This 10,000+ word e-story contains very explicit descriptions of heterosexual sexual activity between two men and one woman. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.
#HEA #Fertile # MMF

• Language: English
• Publisher: Matilda Martel
• Release date: Sep 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463909485

Matilda Martel

Matilda loves many things---her husband, dachshunds, cats, the two terrible Chihuahuas who live with her, Paris, New York, a few select friends and family, Nutella, books, lots and lots of books, and writing sweet, steamy romance for nerdy girls-- because that's who I am.If you like your romances steamy but sweet. Sexy, but on the shorter side. With smart and sassy heroines who fall for soulful Alphas- then you might like my books.I write A LOT of OMYW, cause that's just my bag. But no matter what kind of story it is, my ladies are always adored and my endings are always HEA.Please head to my blog: www.matildamartel.com, to learn what's in the final stages and will be coming out soon!Want a free Ebook? Join my mailing list to get my monthly newsletter at : www.matildamartel.com/mailinglist/

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Chapter 1

Lydia

You don’t find yourself in a situation like mine accidentally. This wasn’t some sort of fantasy or dream and I wouldn’t say I recommend it—it’s certainly not for everyone. Most people couldn’t handle it. I never thought I could. But sometimes life deals you a strange hand and you wind up playing it the best you can. For me, it started out at a time when I thought everything was supposed to get easier and better. I’d done what was expected plus more and thought the world was at my feet.

Seven years ago, after busting my ass and forgoing anything resembling a social life, I graduated a semester early from an Ivy League school. I’d finished with highest honors and thought I would have an easy time finding a job. Then everything changed overnight, and not for the better. My parents couldn’t afford to send me any more money. I had a mountain of student debt that needed to be paid off and my roommate announced she was getting married and leaving me to pay for our apartment on my own--I was totally screwed. It took months for me to land a decent job interview and when the entire process seemed a little too good to be true, I should have just walked away. I suffered through until the end like an idiot just to find out the only position available was a non-paid internship to work directly with the CEO.

Obviously, this was a bullshit job that I could not afford to take. Why wasn’t the CEO paying his interns? How the hell was someone supposed to live in New York on a non-paid internship? But it turned out it wasn’t total bullshit. I’d been conned into going through the entire process, getting my hopes up for great things to come just so I would feel desperate and vulnerable enough to take the real offer. And they were right. When Walter Burgess offered me the alternative to being an unpaid gopher in the office--becoming his mistresses and exchanging sex for a life of luxury, I nodded in defeat. I couldn’t afford to have pride. My degree had gotten me nowhere. All I had was my body.

Normally, I would have viewed this as prostitution, but I was desperate. I certainly didn’t think he’d keep me for the full length of my year contract after he realized I wasn’t the sex fiend he’d hand in mind. I’d only had one lover before Walter and I’d never been the kind of girl who was very interested in sex—that was thanks to my college boyfriend who was just awful in bed. But I was 21, less than a month from losing my shitty apartment and there was no way I was moving back to Texas. With no other options ahead of me, I forced myself to choke down all my self-respect, get past my hang-ups and sign the damn contract. After all, Walter was more than reasonably attractive. He was in his early 40s, had a hot body, dark hair with hazel eyes and soon I’d find out he just hung enough to not have to try too hard to make me cum.

In exchange for surrendering my