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
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
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
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
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
Skye's POV"Oh, my god!" I only have ten minutes left before my first job interview today! I did not want to risk being late, so I pressed all the buttons going up of the elevators I found in the lobby of the building. And jump into the first one to open. And pressed the close button in a flash. "Uggggghhhh…." I heard the sound of someone groaning. It made me turn around. "Hey! Are you alright?" I asked with fright. "What happened?!" I exclaimed. As I tried to check on the man sitting on the corner of the elevator floor, I moved closer and tried to ask him. But I did not get any response, although he remained in his position. In my understanding, he was not well. He might have even fainted. "Hey, Mister. Are you okay?" I asked, shaking his right arm gently. But the moment his hand moved to sit up straight as if he was awakened, a spurt of something sprayed my face. I wiped it away without a thought. But when I realized what it was, I yelped."You're bleeding!" A hemaphobic me
“Are they after you?” “Uhm…” he answered without hesitations. “I don’t know what I am getting myself into by helping you, but they don’t seem to be nicer than you, so I hope I am doing the right thing by helping you,” I sighed as I nervously drove out of the building’s parking area. I had to drive the way down to exit the building, but it wasn’t spiral. As I drove out, I saw a few of the men searching for my passenger. I am glad I had my car tinted, they did not notice I had a passenger when they passed by my car earlier and when we passed by them. “I am not sure if I saw whatever I saw them carrying. I think they have guns. But they don’t look like cops,” I said while giving my wounded passenger a quick glance. “Don’t sleep! Tell me where to go, first, Marco!” “Huh?!” the man thoughtlessly responded when he heard my raised voice. “What?” he asked weakly. “Tell me where to take you if you don’t want to go to the hospital. Where would you go in situations like this? I mean
"Dad! He's in the backseat," I rolled down the window on my side and informed my dad, who was guiding me with his waving hand, to move closer to the door as I parked my car. When I turned the engine off, my dad opened the door of the backseat, and I was surprised when I felt his presence intently staring at me outside my window. "What….?" I asked as I opened the door cautiously because my dad was standing too close to the door. I was curious why he was by my side and not with the dying man with us. But my dad almost hurriedly, yet carefully opened the door wider for me to step out of it so he could stare at me closely as if checking my condition and analyzing the situation. "Honey, are you alright?" he asked as soon as I got out of the vehicle. He checked my pulse. Then, my head as if making sure I was at an average temperature, and he held my hands to check if I was cold, sweating, or anything of my reactions when I was feeling traumatized. "Are you dizzy?""I'm not sure, dad, but