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It might be summer, but the air conditioning in this place is good. Too good.

As I wash my hair and body, I contemplate how weird it is that they brought my shampoo and body wash here. Not only that, but all my beauty products.

They’ve made it seem like I’ve been living here for years.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back, letting the water rinse the soap away. I take a moment and think about my situation as a whole.

Apart from having my choices taken from me, is this really so bad?

The house is beautiful, my room is massive, and this bathroom is... this fucking bathroom is to die for. Not to mention I don’t have to worry about paying a bill or buying food. Luna seems happy, not even bothered by the fact that this isn’t her home.

She seems to love the guys, something I think is both cute and annoying.

When it comes down to it, I have it made for me. It could be worse, a lot worse. I could have been taken by men who wanted to harm me, to see me suffer.

Instead, I’m with three men who have a very fucked up warped adoration for me.

Sighing, I make sure I’m all rinsed off and get out of the shower.

If I were home, I’d be getting ready for a long shift of dealing with shitty men who stare at me like I’m nothing but a piece of meat rather than a human.

At least I don’t have to worry about that anymore. No more working crazy hours for minimum wage.

But this can’t last forever, can it? Eventually, they will deal with this Rafe guy, and I’ll be free to go back home... right?

What about my house? Sure, theirs is nice, but I like my home. It’s got character and history. Then there’s the fact that I own it. There’s no mortgage to pay. It’s mine. All mine.

And what about Olivia? I know I haven’t been very present in my best friend's life as of late, but I want to change that. I love her. I miss her. I want to be there for her during her pregnancy, to watch her belly grow, to get to know my niece or nephew.

Growing up, we always talked about having kids at the same time. So they could grow up together, be best friends. We wanted houses next to one another, so we could raise our kids together.

I know that was just the dreams of two young girls, but I never would have guessed how different the outcome would be.

Could I still have that? Olivia is only a few months pregnant. I have time to catch up. Maybe the whole “living next door to one another” isn’t possible, but we could have babies together.

“I need to get out of this house,” I grumble to myself, towel-drying my hair. “I can’t believe I’m even letting myself consider allowing these assholes to knock me up. Babies are the last thing I should be adding to my life right now. My life is a fucking mess. Might want to get that under control before thinking about bringing another life into the world.”

Wrapping the towel around my body, I head back into the room and pull out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Yesterday I didn’t feel comfortable roaming outside on the property, but today seems like a nice day, and I hate being locked inside.

I’ve been dying to have some time to enjoy the outdoors more and make the best of the summer. I might not be able to go to the beach, something I’m pretty pissed about, but I want some sun on my skin and some fresh air.

Once I’m dressed, I give Luna a head scratch as I say goodbye and head out. I’ve never been one to go for runs, but I did enjoy going for walks while listening to my music or an audiobook. It helps drown out the thoughts always running around in my mind.

Because they took my phone, I don’t have a way to listen to something, so I guess I’ll have to make do.

The house is quiet, no sounds of life. I guess the guys are still sleeping. When I checked the clock on the bedside table on my way out, it said it was five in the morning, so I’m not surprised. I myself am not an early riser, I love my sleep and take any chance to curl up and relax.

I guess I won’t have to worry about finding time to decompress and relax anymore. I have a feeling that's all I’m going to have time for these days.

The guys said I have full access to the house and the property within the gates, but I’m still a little hesitant as I walk out the front door and onto the front step.

I came out here yesterday when I heard the guys come back, but I didn’t get a good look around because I was too distracted.

“Damn,” I murmur to myself as I take in the sight before me. It’s as if it was handpicked from a movie. A stunning fountain sits in the middle of the courtyard with the guys’ cars parked around it.

It looks like something you might see in Grease, elegant and classy.