A Bastard son

Phoebe’s POV

I stood beside Antonio, watching him focus on the documents sprawled across his desk. His brow furrowed as he studied one of the projects, his pen moving swiftly across the page.

I was gradually beginning to understand his world, though I still felt like an outsider. Each day, I saw more of his life—the long hours of work, and how he went about his day.

Ever since I told him I would submit to him, things had changed. I didn’t fully understand why or how, but I knew I was now part of his routine.

The day after I made my declaration, or rather, the day I submitted to him, I woke up in my bed, wrapped in a quilt. I remembered falling asleep on the cold floor of his room, not in my room.

Somehow, during the night, he had probably carried me back or sent someone to do so. I didn’t know what to make of it when I realized he hadn’t made any sexual advances toward me.

It was a small gesture, one that confused me. Antonio was