MFM: A Menage Romance

By Lauren Bliss

Two's Company. Three's Incredible.

Everything changed the moment I met them.
It was only supposed to be one night: a place to crash, after a fight with my best friend.
But one night wasn't enough.
In fact, I don't think I could ever get my fill of them.
They're best friends, who grew up together like brothers.
Mason and Maxwell.
I can't decide which one I like more ...
And maybe I don't have to.
 
MFM is a smoking hot, standalone menage romance about an innocent girl called Fawn and the two men who open her up to a whole new world of experiences. HEA guaranteed!

• Language: English
• Publisher: LB Publishing
• Release date: Jul 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393930457

Book preview

Chapter One

"O h my God, you’re here finally !" Lisa announces, rolling her big blue eyes at me, just as dramatic as ever.

Hey, sorry, I shrug, standing on the doorstep to her apartment, surrounded by a mountain of bags. Didn’t you get my message? The greyhound took a little longer than I thought.

When I finally arrived here after my nine-hour bus journey from hell, I guess I was expecting a slightly warmer welcome. But I probably shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, Lisa’s been my best friend since we were both little girls, and ‘thoughtful’ isn’t exactly the first word you’d use to describe her.

Well, come in, come in, she urges excitedly, turning and leading the way into her totally pristine apartment. You need to change, pronto, otherwise we’re gonna be late.

Late for what? I ask, as I grab my bags and follow her inside. As far as I know, we’d planned on a quiet first night together, just catching up on the last six months, maybe ordering in a pizza and watching some crappy movie on cable. But as always, it seems like Lisa has other ideas.

For the club! she announces. "Didn’t I tell you? Change of plan, babe. I have to check this place out for work. And besides, it’s the hottest new venue in the city. Come on, Fawn, it’s the perfect thing to do on your first night here!"

Clubbing? I groan, glancing over at the inviting plush white sofa – which is also gonna be doubling as my bed for the next however many weeks.

Oh, come on! she giggles. It’ll be fun, I promise.

I guess, I sigh reluctantly.

But I know I can’t really argue.

Sure it’s not exactly my idea of a fun evening, but I remind myself that Lisa’s my best friend and she is doing me a huge favour after all – letting me stay on her couch until I can find a job and a place of my own in this city.

And wasn’t that part of the reason I came here in the first place – for a fresh start in a new city? Maybe it’s time for boring old Fawn Matthews to stop being such a homebody and actually live a little.

So I grab my bag of clothes and lug it through to the sparklingly clean bathroom, resting it by my feet as I hurriedly change out of my grubby jeans, sweater and sneakers, then root around in the bag until I find what I’m looking for – this cute summer tea dress that I’d picked up just before my trip here.

I was supposed to be saving it for special occasions, but I guess my first night out is special?

I pull it on, fix my hair a little, then pad back out to the living room to show off my outfit to Lisa.

So, what do you think? I say, giving her a twirl. This’ll do, right?

But the look on her face tells me I’ve totally missed the mark.

Ah, she replies tentatively, looking me up and down and wrinkling her carefully-plucked brow. "Is that really the best thing you’ve brought with you?"

Uh huh, I nod.

Nope, ‘fraid not, she mutters, shaking her head. That won’t do at all. Come with me ...

And before I can protest, she’s grabbed my arm and marched me in the direction of her room.

You can borrow something of mine, she says as she leads the way. With your figure you’ll look amazing in anything, anyway ...

I feel stupid! I say, raising my voice in an attempt to be heard over the blaring ear-splitting music, pumping out from the huge sound system.

Huh? Lisa replies.

"I feel stupid," I repeat.

My cute tea dress has been replaced by a black dress so tight I can barely walk in it, with weird little frills on the hips and a low cut V on the front, with a see-through mesh panel that shows off my non-existent cleavage.

"Well you look hot!" Lisa replies.

If you say so, I murmur, taking another sip of my vodka and tonic water, then wrinkling my nose at the sour taste, wishing Lisa had ordered us something else at the bar.

As we stand at the side of the busy club, my awkwardness increases. I’ve always felt so out of place in venues like this – never really knowing what to do with myself, or how to behave. It’s like everyone else got some secret instruction manual. I guess that’s why I studied Anthropology at college – I’ve always preferred to stay on the side-lines and watch. And a place like this is perfect for people watching, almost like an Anthropology class in action: groups of spray-tanned girls in sky high heels, all waiting around for guys to talk to them, and prowling heavily-groomed alpha males occasionally swooping in to stake their claim. Yeah, the whole thing’s pretty cheesy, and only serves to remind me why I don’t go out to clubs in the first place.

But I have to admit, the place itself is pretty cool – for a club. It’s actually really tastefully decorated, with thick plush carpeted areas and a shiny, lit up dance floor. The lights are low and the music – if a little too loud – is actually pretty good, and I feel myself nodding my head to the beat, despite myself.

As a pair of girls wearing insanely high heels strut confidently past me like they were born wearing them, I shoot a self-conscious glance down at my own plain black Oxfords. They’re the smartest shoes I own, and I’d brought them with me to wear to job interviews, but compared to all the other girls in here, they look totally dowdy and schoolgirlish in comparison.

So remind me why we’re here again? I ask Lisa during a slight lull in the blaring music.

"I’m scouting, she replies, like I should know what that means. For a venue for Megan’s next party?"

Megan – I’ve learnt from earlier as I was being bundled into this excuse for a dress – is Lisa’s boss, at the Events Management company where she works.

Oh my god, Lisa continues, as I let my eyes drift once more around the room, "last week? We got invited to the VIP section of the Sky Lounge and we got vodka shots all night. And Megan is amazing. All of the clothes she wears are designer. And she gets a Brazilian blowout every week. Hashtag lifegoals! And she once dated Brody Jenner."

Who? I ask, but Lisa just rolls her eyes at me. As she continues to talk, I notice that she’s constantly scanning the room, like she’s in the process of looking for hotter, cooler people to hang out with.

So I guess you’re wondering why I’m even friends with her, right?

Well, our friendship’s always been this way. Out in public she’ll be like this, acting like some ice-cool socialite, but every now and again, when we’re on our own, she’ll let her guard down completely, and that’s the Lisa I love spending time with. She can be totally funny and goofy and make you feel like you’re the only person in the whole wide world. And did I mention she can be genuinely hilarious?

I’ve known her since we were kids – just six years old. Her dad built us a tree house in the grounds of her parents’ farm, and when we hung out up there, it really did feel like we were