"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