I, Gemma Doukas, never expected to be the girl in the middle of a love triangle. I certainly never expected to be in the middle of two guys who didn’t realize they were competing against each other. And I certainly didn’t expect to be in a house with both of them at the same time, waiting downstairs for me to come and join them. I was in hot water. And I wasn’t sure what I was going to do.
There’s something really special about New Year’s Eve. It holds the promise of a million dreams coming true in the new year. It signals a new beginning, a fresh start, and endless possibilities. New Year’s Eve signals that everything is alright in the world and you’re just one day away from having the most exciting year of your life.
I looked out of the window and stared at the sky above. In just a couple of hours, there’d be fireworks going off. Reds, blues, greens, yellows, and purples setting the night sky on fire while the dewy lawn was filled with people cheering, kissing, holding hands, and jumping around in excitement. And here I was, sitting in this room, hiding out, nervous, worried, and if I was honest, just a little bit terrified.
Just a couple of months ago, I’d been single and hoping to meet one nice guy to date. One sweet, charming, handsome guy that would sweep me off of my feet. And I’d done just that. I’d met the best guy in the world, the sexiest guy in the world. But the only problem was, I hadn’t just met one, but two great guys. I didn’t even know how it was possible that two such amazing men existed, let alone both of them wanted me. My heart hadn’t skipped so many times in one night. I looked down at my watch, time was running out. I’d never expected for my dating adventure to lead me to this place. I never expected both of my men to know each other. And now they were both here in this house with me tonight.
I swallowed hard. I was in a world of trouble. A big, big world of trouble and I didn’t know how I was going to get myself out of it. I sat there for a couple more minutes thinking about what I was going to wear for the evening. Before I’d come on the trip, I’d had a plan, a beautiful silky silver dress that emphasized all the right spots that was sexy and sweet, that would drive any man crazy. The problem was I’d been only meaning to drive one man crazy, not two.
As I looked at the different dresses in my suitcase, I heard a knock on the door. I froze. I didn’t want to speak to anyone right now. Before I knew what was happening, a note was slid under the door. I walked over to the door slowly, bent down and picked it up. I walked back over to the bed, nervous to open it. Who was it from? And what would it say?
I was just about to open it when I heard another knock on the door and this time a familiar voice said, “Gemma, are you there?”
I held my breath. I didn’t even want him to hear me breathing. Of course, they both knew I was in the room, but they thought I was taking a nap.
And then one more knock. “Gemma?”
I heard him try to open the door, but I’d locked it. Thank God for that. The handle turned a couple more times, and then I saw another note slip under the door. I waited a little longer before I went to retrieve the new note. After a few minutes, I thought it was safe. I walked over, bent down and picked up the note and walked back over to the bed. I looked at the two notes in my hands, one in my left and one in my right.
I opened the note I’d gotten first and read it quickly. “Gemma, I’m looking forward to tonight. What made you decide to come over? Let’s go into the new year with a bang. All my love and kisses, Lucas. P.S. I hope there will be kisses other than in pen.” I smiled at the note and laughed to myself. He really was a sweet guy.
I opened the second note and it read, “Gemma, I hope you’re feeling okay. I think I know what’s going on. I’m