"Why are you here?" Charlotte finally had the words put together and asked him."What do you mean? This is my home, people always come home after days of working." He replied, raising an eyebrow while his mind was thinking that maybe going into the privacy of her bedroom was a mistake, even though they had been intimate just a couple of days ago. "Right, work, the work where you attend galas with models attached to your arm?" Charlotte questioned him, her jealousy was almost too cute that he wanted to smile widely. But he obviously didn't as he kept his expression schooled instead."You're watching me?" He sat up straighter on the bed, intrigued."What? No, that's absurd," she said sounding offended and a little bit nervous. "I...I watched the news, it covered some gala then I saw you with... a woman," she shrugged, trying to appear careless. Yet, she miserably failed. "The woman was my dad's doing," he said, then held out his hand for her. She was reluctant but couldn't make hersel
Another coffee date with the girls was what Charlotte needed on her day off. Yes, she was getting agitated when three weeks later Seamus was still treating her like she was a fragile being. She wanted him, and she knew that he wanted her too. But he kept on holding back on her, and she was at a stage where she longed to have sex, penetrative sex.She didn't want to impose knowing how good he was towards her. Charlotte knows that he meant well, but...ugh, maybe he kept pushing sex back because she was being a little brat who wanted things that she shouldn't have, just yet. Charlotte insisted that it was all because Seamus kept on denying her. And she was getting tired of it."You know, I just want to find out what the fuss was all about." Charlotte sighed dramatically and rest back in her chair. She had told Dee and Bree that she had never had sex before, it was the easiest. She wasn't technically lying, she hadn't had sex, what she experienced was assault and she refused to call it oth
Two days after Seamus's confession Charlotte was still browsing the internet on what is the meaning of a Dom, a Daddy, and what was expected as a submissive. And the definition was way more than what Charlotte was expecting. There were a lot of Doms and varieties of kinks, from the Daddy caring type to the hardcore ones who like to smack their pretty little subs into submission. Apparently, there were safe words, so many of them. There were also contracts, then part-time and full-time submissive. There were so many scenarios, from Daddy play with their sub dressed in leather, Daddy Doms putting their sub on contraptions, and those who have their Subs whipped till they're crying and drooling from their ball gags. Hours later, when Seamus found her deeply entrance on her laptop, he had scared the shit out of her that she shut her laptop quickly. Too quickly, to appear to be working on anything but searching for the meaning of the Daddy-Dom relationship. "I'd assume you're working on
The second Burke put the divider up between them, Seamus put her on his lap. He kept on holding her clammy hands and gave her adorable little kisses on her knuckles, her shoulder, her cheek, and the top of her head. His words were soothing but she felt her heart pounding harder, almost deafening to her ear, that she might not hear everything that he said.Charlotte was nervous when they arrived at the driveway. Burke parked the car and hurried to open the door for Seamus, who then holdout his hand for Charlotte. She felt a bit lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline and was relieved when his hand was strong against her back. "You're nervous. We won't be doing anything sexual tonight, not with your state of mind. Why don't I help you get change then we can cuddle and talk some more.""No," Charlotte exclaimed, she wanted the sex, needed it, craved it, since the first orgasm he gave her. "No?"Instantly, Charlotte regretted how she defy his suggestion, which was obviously his way of t
When morning arrived Charlotte was snuggling closer under the cover. She hummed softly when Seamus kissed her temple. "Morning, precious. How are you feeling today?" "Hmm...tired, happy, need you to stay with me. In bed. Like all day. What time is it?""Almost nine," Seamus said, checking his phone and cuddling her closer. "I'll get my assistant to clear my schedule. Are you off today? I was thinking we could have a lazy morning, maybe have breakfast in bed.""I could be, I'm still thinking about what you said. I need to talk to Gage if I'm going to quit. I need to know that Jojo is going to survive without me helping her with the administration work at Babes." Seamus lay in bed, watching Charlotte blabber about her situation. Her face showed that she was seriously contemplating her decision. He was happy that she was considering quitting her job. He got up from the bed and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to get our breakfast, Marjorie should have something set up for us already."C
The next day Charlotte went to babes to resign from her job. She wanted to speak to Gage before she tells Jojo that she was going to quit both dancing and working behind the desk helping with administration stuff, for the older woman. Charlotte didn't have to wait for long when less than ten minutes later Gage arrived and Charlotte knocked on his door. "Come on in. Hello, Charlotte, how are you this afternoon?" he opened their conversation casually as he start sipping his drink from his tumbler. It was probably coffee that his wife, Bree had made for him before he goes to Babes. "I'm good, better," She replied as she takes the seat across his desk. Gage was the person that knows everything about her. The man had been super nice since the first day she interviewed for the dancer position at his club. Gage has a way about him that makes someone want to open up and share their life story. He was practically a psychiatrist and a boss rolled into one."Good...good, so..." "Yeah, um...s
When Seamus said that he was helping with her Dad's case, Charlotte was over the moon and she was still smiling the day she visits her father in prison. Though her smile flattered when she saw how skinny her dad becomes. He looked pale and underweight, her heart ache as Charlotte sat across from her dad in the prison visitation room. He looked tired and stressed, and she could tell that he was struggling to stay optimistic. "Charlotte, darling, you look happy." He smiled and she wanted nothing more but to hug him longer, she misses him so much. Charlotte hated that the prison implemented these rules with the inmates' visitation. He was her father, and she hated that they treated him like a criminal when he was wrongfully accused. "Dad, what's the matter? I thought Seamus had men protecting you from the inside." Charlotte asked in a hush manner, and her father didn't miss her tone when she said his name. She sounded different, and he was quick to pick up on it. "He does, and they've
Seamus sat at his desk, staring at his computer screen. It has been two weeks and the situation was progressing too slowly for his liking. He knew that he had to do something to help Charlotte's dad, Cormac Sullivan. It wasn't fair that he was being punished for a crime that the man didn't commit, and Seamus was determined to do everything in his power to clear his name. To make his beautiful Charlotte smile again. He picked up the phone and dialed his lawyer's number. "Hey, it's Seamus Braddock. I need to talk to you about Sullivan's case.""Of course, Mr. Braddock," his lawyer replied. "How can I help you?""I need faster progress for the case Cormac Sullivan case," Seamus said. "I want you to send me all the evidence you have on the judge who's handling the case. I have a feeling that there's something fishy going on there, and I want to find out what it is."His lawyer hesitated for a moment. "Mr. Braddock, are you sure you want to get involved in this? It could jeopardize the le
Seven months later...Dee seemed to remember on her wedding night when she said that she couldn't wait to welcome their baby into the world. But as she was in labor, all memory of the sweet dreamy thoughts of welcoming their baby was instantly gone. She was cursing and yelling, telling her Rocco that she was so ready to go home and sleep it off. "I have been having contractions for eight hours, don't tell me to fucking relax! And where is Rockford?! Is this baby not important enough for him to be present?! Give me the phone, Rocco! I said give me the damn PHONE!" Dee yelled and her husband winced. This was not expected.Dee had heard labor nightmares from her friends, but since she had a very chillax pregnancy, she'd assumed that the baby would give her easy labor too. And damn...she couldn't be more wrong. "Rockford, where are you? I need my husbands here! I am not delivering this baby without you! I don't fucking care you're in the middle of the desert. Get someone to airlift you
Dee never thought she'd have the wedding of her dreams. She was a stripper. She dated her bartender boyfriend for years without any indication that he was going to marry her. At some stage, Dee had given up on her dream and was satisfied with having Rocco as her boyfriend for life. Months back she even dreaded the thought that Rocco had lost interest in their romance, as they were seeking for a third. But when Rockford came and perfected their relationship she dared to dream again. Fast forward her life two months later, she was putting on her wedding dress. Dee was four months pregnant. She was showing the cutest baby bump, but there she was in a beautiful wedding dress, looking perfect for their wedding reception.A few hours earlier she and Rocco had been declared as a husband and wife in the city hall. Rockford was there, and also her besties from Babes while their newer friends were waiting for their union, all three of them at the Markov Mansion.Bree, Charlotte, Cassidy, and
Being with Rocco had been great. Dee loved him. She had always been happy with him. But that Saturday afternoon in front of Rocco's parents' house, Dee was on the verge of panic. She was pregnant and involved with two men. What would Rocco's parents think of her?"Dee, are you okay? You look pale?" Rocco asked from the passenger seat while Rockford parked his shiny new black SUV that he got from his new employment. She could see Rockford's smug smile from the rearview mirror as if he knew exactly why she was nervous."Everything will be okay, Dee. They're the perfect set of parents and they know about our triad. It'll be only time until one of us puts a baby in you." Dee huffed and rested her back on her seat, her cute pout made the big man laugh even louder.As soon as Rockford proposed, Dee had been in a happy bliss. She was cherished by her two men. But in a matter of minutes, they were going to enter Rocco's family house. This was day three after Rockford had asked her and Rocco t
Rockford was frustrated. He thought they were happy. He figured that he could handle being in a relationship with the two of the people that he loved. Dee was great, she was doing good things with her time after she stopped dancing at Babes. He had also thought Rocco was doing great. The man was supposed to go to his parents. Rocco was telling both him and Dee that he was mending the time he lost with his parents. Now, he knew that Rocco had spent those couple of times a week in a motel, alone, trying to fight his depression with his pills. Fuck! How did it get to this? Rocco was a sweet, gorgeous man, who they both adored very much. When Becca advised Rockford to put their man on a twenty-four-hour hold at the clinic he instantly told her no. He was going to take care of their man and he was going to take him home and get to the bottom of their issues. The issues that Rockford was not aware they even had.He agreed to take Rocco to his doctor the next day and was ready to be up al
"Where's Dee?" Rocco heard his boyfriend ask the moment he was back from his late-night meetings with his new crew."She's having a sleepover with her Babes women. Bree was giving her a farewell party." Yes. Rocco was happy that Dee decided to quit dancing at Babes. Rockford had made sure that he was going to provide for them, but Dee had other plans, she was roped in by the mob wives for pole class lessons, and Bree had also introduced her to the idea of an online class for her Pole Dance lessons. "And why aren't you there too?""Eh...it's an all-girls thing." Aside from Dee and his co-workers, Rocco realizes that he has no friends, sure he has work friends but it has been hard for him to open himself up with his past. He kept on thinking what happened to him was his fault, he always felt that somehow he was too social back in college. That was why he became a bartender, the bar was the one thing that kept his social personality in place. The man felt safe with a barrier between him
Dee had no idea what to expect when Rockford told them that they were to attend lunch at his future employer's house. Well, looking at the driveway she knew that it was more of a mansion than a house. She could feel Rocco was getting tense beside her, and when her eyes caught Rockford's through the rearview mirror she knew that he was getting nervous about Rocco being there too. Dee realized that Rockford wanted this badly. She didn't know about his past, but knowing that he used to be the VP of a biker club she could already imagine the years that he had spent as security staff at Babes. Must be boring as hell. Dee wanted to feel sorry for their man, but she knew that he wouldn't want her to. So she stayed silent and for the time being, all she could do was to support him and make sure that Rocco wouldn't make a fool of himself by being the sweet man who loved their boyfriend and cared for his safety. With his trauma Dee didn't want to push Rocco, she didn't know how his mind work
Rockford was fussing with their breakfast, he had ordered room service for the complete continental breakfast before easing them on the happy news. Well, it was a happy one for him. He hoped that they would feel the same way about it too. It was a new opportunity and if last night was an indication, he knew that he was going to have lots of warm nights in their bed. With him running on point for the position that Max was trusting him, Rockford knows that he'd have a couple of busy first months as he gets to know his crew and settles in with them. But Rockford realized that by being the head of the new logistics division Max wanted him, he would have more flexible working time. He could spend more time with his lovers and he knew he was going to be able to support them with the kind of financial security Max was offering him. They could move back to his old place, or get a new one with the money he saved up over the years. They could also use his stash that he had never gotten to use
"Oh mmphfuuck..." Rocco muffled louder when Dee thrusts hard inside their boyfriend and Rockford was feeling his cock shoving down deeper into their man's throat. Yep, Rocco could see that Dee was all in when she saw the little brown paper bag containing their sex toy, leather cuffs, and lube. Rockford chuckled when she giddily strutted into the bathroom and Rocco heard the water running before she was coming out with the strap on and nothing else. Dee asked Rocco to strip and be on all fours and the man followed through with her demand in less than a minute."You're so gorgeous, all debouched like this," Rockford purred, gently caressing his lover's handsome face before he pushed back down his throat. Rocco was a mess, his mouth was full of Rockford's cock while Dee was slamming him with the new strap-on. She was smiling wickedly, before kissing his back ever so gently. She knew what he liked and her hand was caressing his side, coaxing goosebumps on his upper arms. Dee leaned down
It didn't take long before his phone buzzed, alerting him that the messenger for his package had arrived. He left his lovers and put his clothes on to get himself down to the lobby to pick up the package. Rockford was on his way back when Ivan stopped in front of him and told him Max wanted to see him, and that his boss was waiting for him at the bar. He was escorted to one of the backrooms, a small office where Max was there waiting. It has been years since he saw the guy. He still looked the same. Hard, cold stare eyes were looking back at him before his lips tugged into a warm welcoming smile and told Rockford to sit down and let Ivan get back to his post."Don't worry, I have someone watching your suite. Your lovers are safe within my walls." Max poured himself a glass of vodka and put another one in front of him. Okay, looked like Rockford was going to skip his evening pills and he was fine with that. He had been wanting to take the edge off since the shootout but Rocco had been