Skye’s POVI was about to check on the two as to why they weren’t getting into the house. I was waiting for them in the living room. But I have been there for so long, not even their shadows would show up. So, I decided to walk the way back from where I came from. The back door. But on my way there, I heard Gab speaking, before I got the sight of them. They were in the hallway connecting the kitchen area to the dining room. I agreed to every word Gab was saying. I was a bit surprised. I did not expect this guy to be more sensible than Marco. Judging from my first impression of them, I believe that between the two, Marco and Gab, the former would have been more reasonable and wittier when it comes to such matters. However, Gab’s words took me by surprise. To think that they weren’t even aware I could hear their conversation, I believe they were being true and honest to themselves. “How can Gab understand almost exactly how I was feeling right now?” I aske
Gab’s POVI was not expecting Skye would hear me talking to Marco, as I tried to explain things to him. I understand why he was clueless. Because he had lived all by himself, and with less close interaction with women aside from the ones he slept with, he wouldn’t have any chance to understand how women would react to things casually. But I could tell with the way Skye popped out of nowhere, pointing out I was right and that she agreed to my understanding of how she was reacting to many things that were happening around us today, she must have been listening to Marco and me, having this talk as I gave him enlightenment on many things. But as always, she amused me with how she dominated the situation with elegance. She demanded Marco to tell her everything she ought to know. And just as I expected, she was indeed waiting for Marco to tell her what was going on. I was curious myself, but I knew Marco would tell me what I needed to know, if I needed to know anything about the matter, o
Marco’s POVI was taken by great surprise the moment I heard Skye’s voice in the hallway connecting the dining area to the sitting room, but when we got to the basement my fear to speak intensified. I was not sure where to start, or how to start telling her everything, just as she was demanding me to do. I was relieved to realize that her spot at the table made it easier for me to go with the flow of how the situation seemed to be pushing through. When Skye noticed the photos, I took it as a sign. I let her stare at them and see if she would recognize anything in particular. But she seemed to be so confused. I get it. She must have seen some photos before, but just like me, she could not recall where she saw them before this moment. In all the years that passed by, we had seen so many photos through other means like through the internet, movies, books, or anything aside from photo albums, if we do not recognize these people as family, we would easily forget about them. Even if we
Skye’s POV“What?!”Gab and I exclaimed in unison. I looked at Gab. “Are you sure about that?” Gab asked. I was totally blown away by what Marco had just said. I thought I had found people who cared for me genuinely. How did everything turn out to be this mess?!“Yeah,” I seconded Gab’s words. “Are you sure about what you’re saying?” Marco showed me another photo with a woman and a man sitting up front while five men were standing behind them. The oddity of this photo was the fact that aside from the two up front, the faces of the men staring behind them were marked with an “X” in red ink. I looked blankly at the photo. The man and the woman up front looked the same as the faces of the couple Marco showed me earlier without masks. If what he was saying was right, this couple was my genetic parents. “They look familiar….” Gab murmured as he gave the image a closer look. “This one looks like George Nahart. This one is Lylle Adams. Yeah! Right! They all look the same as the people
Gab’s POV“What exactly do you mean?” Skye asked Marco with a deep frown. I had an idea, or at least, I think I had an idea of what Marco was trying to insinuate, but I was not so sure it would be wise to have a go at it. No matter how I try to justify this thought, it still sums up the fact that we will have to put Skye’s safety in a very compromising situation. And that was something I was not willing to take the risk of!“Let us wait for the right timing,” Marco answered. “How?” Skye asked again. “I mean, I understand the word wait, but how is this going to apply right now, considering we do not even know who is with us and who is against us?” She continued, still with a face sporting confusion regarding the matter on the discussion. “How about we try to reach out to the Naharts first?” Marco suggested. “If they reply the same way they used to communicate with you, then we could say they really had no idea who they were dealing with.”“That is not enough,” I shook my head. “They
Marco’s POV“Can you check on the security while I prepare the food?” Gab asked as soon as we arrived at the kitchen. “Okay, I'll be right back,” I answered readily.“Yeah, and guys, wash your face as well,” Skye mentioned as she lazily watched us getting closer to her spot while she waited at the dining table with her head above her folded arms on top of it. “I can do it here in the kitchen sink. Marco will find a toilet and bath on his way to the control room,” Gab said as he headed to the sink. I hurriedly left the kitchen to do what I was supposed to do. I also noticed Skye was starting to get tired and sleepy. I thought we should hurry up to have dinner and rest for the night. But I turned out to be wrong because we spent almost the entire night discussing so many things. We all shared our thoughts of possible scenarios to occur with every step that we were going to take from here onwards. Without noticing the time again, we ate, tidied the kitchen, and went to find a bedroom
Skye’s POVI asked everything I wanted to know about the couple Marco said were my genetic parents. In the process, I also realized that through Marco, they left me a huge amount of inheritance. I also asked Marco to show me more of their albums in his keeping. At the same time, I requested they get the albums I have back at home to where we were at the moment so I could compare and find answers to questions that I have in my mind as I try to understand and accept the reality and possibilities of all of these being true and genuine. Marco asked Naomi to bring the things I was asking for to the empty house we passed through on our way to the mansion. From there, Gab brought the albums to the room where we had rested the previous night. “This used to be your mom and dad’s bedroom,” Marco said while I started to open the boxes of albums. “I did not move anything from how Mom Regina wanted things to be in places. I only let the cleaners dust them.”“I see,” I did not know what to say. I
Gab’s POVWe were all together in the room when Skye made that call to speak with the Naharts. Just as I suggested, Skye put the call on loudspeakers. Marco and I quietly listened as she spoke with the older lady. “Sweetie, is everything alright?” Marco gave me a questioning look, but as we could not make our conversation be heard, he sent me a message asking. “Do they usually speak this way?” I answered “yes” through text. “Yes, Aunt Almira,” Skye answered. “I wish to see you soon,” Skye added. I could tell she was being honest with her words. “I am so sorry, sweetie,” a man’s voice was heard. I did not have to see the man to know it was George. I also informed Marco that it was George Nahart speaking alternately with the lady Skye was speaking with earlier. But we halted our exchange of messages as the older man on the phone continued. “Your Aunt Almira and I wanted complete privacy in our nest that we have not allowed even a single camera installed. I have never felt regre
Gab’s POV The moment I held the little girl in my arms, I knew my heart no longer belonged to me. I belonged to Skye and this precious little angel in my embrace. The words Marco had said reflected exactly the same thoughts and emotions I had in my heart. I could not help feeling crazy for the extent of euphoria that captured my whole being. I was ready to give way for Marco had Skye decided to live a totally normal life– I meant to say normal by having only one spouse when she settled down. I even gave them a space for a month, I used the alibi to work with Sarge in dealing with the most crucial missions. I dared death to take me if I did not belong to Skye’s side. I was able to move according to my wishes until Skye found out about the avoidable risks that I chose to face head-on. “If you are trying to get yourself killed, then I am not going to let you do it all by yourself!” Skye nagged at me, crying. She rebelled against me by starving herself for days until she forgave me
Surrogacy.Unlike every other decision, I did not discuss this matter with my husbands in advance. I was going to surprise them with it. But in order to do this, I had to ask for Aunt Almira and Uncle George’s help. I did not want to get any personal involvement with the surrogate, so I made sure none of the three of us, Marco, Gab, and I knew anything about the procedure. After carefully understanding everything and knowing what to do, I took their sperm secretly. After a year of waiting, the day finally came.When the babies were about to be born, I simply suggested adopting a baby or two. As we waited for the day, I continuously mentioned wanting babies. And just as I expected, my doting husbands did not deny me of this wish of mine. The moment they agreed, we got busy decorating and renovating our home to welcome our new members. On the day the babies were born, Aunt Almira and Uncle George ordered us to stay at home and wait. “What are they up to?” Marco asked. “I have no idea
Skye's POV“Yeah, although I still think you are the sexiest when you are in all-work-mode, I am not happy to see you tiring yourself this much,” Gab said as he started to clear my desk with all the paper and folders on top of it. “Well, well….” I giggled as I started to feel relaxed from Marco’s gentle kneading on my sore and aching shoulders. “You kept your word when you said you would not bother me, so how do you want to claim your rewards?” “If only no one has declared any rules about doing it in the office, I would really love to have you bent on your desk while we get your glory holes filled with cock,” Gab answered. I know having two spouses was more than of a shock to many, so I do not want to add to the negative thoughts people would be having about us by doing things in other places, such as the office. I believe respect starts within oneself. If I want people- employees or not, to respect us, we have to be respectable. We have to observe decency if we want to be treated
Skye’s POV“Boss, the CEO is at the door again,” my secretary informed me for the nth time ever since the clock turned four in the afternoon today. “Never mind him. But if he insists on getting in here, tell him that if he keeps bothering me, we will end up having overtime again today,” I answered without lifting my head to move my eyes away from the paper that I was meticulously checking in my hands. “Uhmmm….” I heard my secretary stammering, but I did not bother looking up.I guess it was not easy to relay my message. Nevertheless, it did not stop me from doing what I supposed I should. I had my nose focused on studying the biggest project I have ever had in my entire career, I could not afford to be wrong in any way, nor in the slightest. “If you have nothing more to say, you can go now. And when the clock strikes five, there is no need to inform me. You can leave for the day,” I said, still not sparing her a glance. “I…. Uhm….” I heard Marissa, a lady about five years older th
Marco’s POV“Why did you have to be so mean when I presented my report that morning, cupcake, huh?” I heard Gab ask while delaying and interrupting her release. “Yeah, I remember that!” I whispered breathlessly as soon as I released her lips from my playfully punitive kisses. “Oh… God!” Skye moaned again. “What are— Mmmm... I didn’t! Ah….!” She tried to reason out.If she wanted to defend herself by saying that she did not make anything difficult for Gab or for anyone in any way that day, the more I tried to reason out, the more Gab seemed to punish her for something he believed Skye deserved to receive. “I don’t think Gab here agrees with that statement, sweet pea,” I teasingly said, still whispering and chuckling. “Whatever you want to say, can we discuss it later? I feel so horny. I think my period is soon to come. So, will you fuck my brains out first and deal with the rest later?” Skye said in between moans and groans. “Oh, baby. Who am I to deny such a sweet request?!” I
Gab’s POVThe way Skye delivered her words– before leaving Marco and me speechless in the living room and going upstairs to her bedroom, sent shivers down my spine. But then again, I wasn’t sure if I was right in taking her silent indications about something while responding to Marco’s offer to become the head accountant of his Construction company. In my understanding, which I believe to be foolish, by the way. Skye was referring to something else when she said she did not want to work side-by-side with Marco. This assumption of mine was boosted to be correct when she mentioned working front and back.It made me think of something sensual!‘Me and my deprived sexual gratification!’ This thought alone made me stiffen entirely. The sinfully sexy memory of having Skye sandwiched in between Marco and me, taking her front and back and, at the same time– with me in her back door while Marco was upfront. However, every time we get the chance to do it, Skye does not show any signs of want
Skye’s POV“Ohhh, fu–!” My moan was swallowed in the heated kiss that Marco was giving me as Gab was fervently eating my wet pussy like he had been starved for a thousand years. I had to tap the side of his left upper arm to let me catch a breath of air as Marco seemed so eager to devour me to the soul with his hungry kisses. “I have longed to hear the sweet sound of your moans, baby….” Marco whispered huskily. This is what I was craving for, but my imagination did not compare nor give fair justice to what these two were doing to satisfy that longing I had within me. Not that I have told them about it, but when they came to my room after the given time I mentioned to them earlier, I realized I was not ready to chew and swallow the bite that I mindlessly took. “Ggggggg… God! Damn!” I groaned when I felt Gab sucking on that tiny button of pleasure sitting so prettily close to the hood of my soaking-wet and pulsating-in-excitement pussy!“Why, babe? What did you expect we would do on
Marco’s POVI tried to hide my fear for Skye when she mentioned her discomfort being in the actual battle that we spent time planning strategically before executing our attacks. I was worried she was having a hard time in any way concerning the ugly view of the bloody surroundings we had to go through, whether we liked it or not. In the war zone, there are only two options. To kill or to be killed. Mercy is foolishness when the enemy is desperate to stay alive. So, to walk out of a battlefield with a secured and maintained life, the only choice one has is to kill the opponent. Sometimes, shooting the other party somewhere not fatal is an option, but it also falls into a case-by-case situation. I have seen how Skye would despise the sight of blood. Although she seemed tough in everyone’s eyes, I could not help worrying about her most of the time. But whenever I get the chance to keenly and intently watch her reactions, what I would see on her face comforting my wary mind and let go o
Gab’s POVAs per Skye’s request, I did everything I could and the rest of the IT team to dig and find out all about the man named Douglas Cane. I am not very sure I got everything there was to find, but instead of discovering much about his identity, we were able to trace and locate all his properties, and just as the legal documents of the lab where we found him, everything he used to own became Skye’s. According to the records of registered birth, Douglas Cane turned out to be Brandon Ford’s great-grandfather. Brandon’s father was the son of Douglas’ illegitimate daughter. A child he did not know he had with a woman he slept with. He had other children, but they all died before they turned of legal age. Anyone in their family that dies young means they did not possess the blood of their ancestors. But because Douglas did not know about his daughter, who possessed the blood to pass on whatever their ancestors had passed on him, he could not die. He had to make living sacrifices of v