“So where do you come in?” I ask Beau. “I was here so often,” Angela says softly. “And was so miserable for the first year. Then Beau and Archer started school.” She places a gentle hand on his thigh and smiles. “We got along well. It made the time I spent her less horrible. Yes I was playing Neil
Beau POV Angela is already getting dressed by the time Beau finally wakes up. He does a dramatical stretch and leans across the bed to touch Angela’s waist. She looks up from where she’d been doing up her shoes. “Stay,” he says. “I know you love lazy morning sex.” Angela gently covers his hand
I’m utterly exhausted on Saturday morning. So much so that I take Mia for her breakfast then fall back asleep as she plays around the room. I wake up to her hands tapping me on the face to tell me its lunch time. I shuffle down to the kitchen. Neil and Steven come in. They both go quiet when they
By the time it registers in my head that what’s happening, Archer has already pried the seam of my lips open with his tongue. As he licks the inside of my mouth, my instincts kick into gear. I thread my hands into his curls and pull. The action makes his actions more fervent. His hands dig into th
“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself. I take Mia back to our room and set her down for her nap. While she sleeps, I stare at the ceiling in complete confusion. I thought Archer hated me. Every single time he’d scream at me or claim he owned me. It made no sense that he would throw me against a wal
Angela isn’t as hopeless as Beau makes he seem. She actually gets a few jabs at me before I grapple her by the collar and throw her over my shoulder. She lands on the gym mat with an “oof.” Her hand goes to her stomach as she heaves breaths. “I think breakfast may come up,” she grunts. I laugh
At the end of the week, Angela pings me to tell me to meet her in the dining room at the pyramid. It’s a room I haven’t been to yet, wedged between the kitchen and the service entrance to the pyramid. I walk in tentatively and I’m almost scared for what I am walking into. The room is ornate with g
I knock lightly on Steven’s door. He calls me in. Mia is sitting on his lap, watching something on the projector he has put up against the wall of his lab. I see a pink pig and smile. “Peppa?” I say. Steven nods. “Her favorite,” he says. “I don’t know if there’s any education to be learned from