Semua Bab Yes, Daddies: Submitting to the four brothers.: Bab 51 - Bab 60

MARIAN.I blink as if making sure that I’m seeing this right, but the relief already seeping into my bones is already enough for me to know that I’m seeing things right, and Tristan is really calling me.I swipe to answer the call before the second ring finishes, pressing the phone to my ear and forcing my voice steady even though my throat still feels raw from the screaming and the tears I refused to let fall.“Tristan?” I say into the phone, making sure that my voice isn’t shaky, but somehow, I can still hear my voice betraying me as I say his name.It’s almost as though I need him here, as if I want him to get me out of this situation that I’m in even though I don’t want to drag them into it. I’m handling things my way, and hopefully, after my meeting with the lawyer tomorrow, I’ll make headway.“Bunny.” The voice on the other end of the phone is too cold to be Tristan’s. “Are you okay?” Zephyr asks, his voice is low, rough, and threaded with something sharp. “Talk to me, bunny. Ar

MARIAN.I wake before my alarm goes off, feeling more rested than I’ve ever felt in a long time. The house is quiet, unusually quiet, but I don’t care about it. I’m meeting the lawyer today, and that’s all that’s on my mind.Hurriedly, I make my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower, dress in a black suit, pull my hair into a severe knot that hides the lingering tenderness on my scalp, and leave without eating or even seeing Malcolm.I’m guessing after what happened last night, he doesn’t want to see me either.“The clients are here.” Celine says as soon as I step into the building, and I nod as I hand her my bag, and together, we make our way to the conference room.“I apologize for being late. I had a family emergency, but it’s all sorted out now.” I lie, and the clients simply nod in understanding. “Shall we?” I smile, and the meeting kicks off.I do everything I have to do, say the right thing, and close the deal before listening to Celine tell me that I have another meeting.

ZEPHYR.When she walks in, I can’t take my eyes off her, and I know damn well that neither can my brothers. We’ve always wanted her, even before she married Malcolm, and now that we’ve had a taste, stopping isn’t an option.Marian is standing there in that silk blouse and pencil skirt, and even though her dressing is not revealing anything, I feel like I’m going nuts with the simple need of tearing the clothes out of her.Her lips are still parted from her earlier question, and even though she had tried to force her voice into firmness, I can still see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, nipples already tight against the lace I know is underneath.“You guys shouldn’t—”“Took you long enough.” I say before she can finish talking, my voice is low, but loud enough to carry. “We were starting to think you’d run.” I add.Tristan laughs, the sound throaty as he looks at her, his eyes grazing her skin in a way that makes her cheeks turn so visibly red. “I guess none of us won tha

MARIAN.I swallow hard as Celine’s voice comes through the phone. Malcolm is on the line? Why the hell is he calling right now? Of all the moments—when there are four pairs of hands on me, when the air in my own office feels thick enough to choke on—he chooses this exact second.What the fuck is he even calling for? Nothing is ever urgent to Malcolm whenever it comes to me, does he need me to get him a fucking condom so that he can fuck the whore he’s decided to cheat on me with?Zephyr’s fingers are still under my blouse, palm hot against the lace of my bra in the kind of way that makes my breath hitch, and Zayden’s thumb keeps stroking slow circles just above my navel.Aeron’s grip at the back of my neck hasn’t loosened, and Tristan’s fucking gorgeous body is pressed hard against my spine, the hard line of him impossible to ignore.They haven’t moved an inch. If anything, they’ve drawn closer the second the intercom sounded. Zephyr’s mouth curves against the shell of my ear. “Well?”

MARIAN.My mouth opens, and for a second I don’t know what to say as I stare at Celine from her bare toes up to the top of her head. She’s wrapped in nothing but a white bedsheet, the fabric clutched tight under her arms, hair mussed, cheeks still flushed like she just rolled out of my husband’s bed.My husband’s bed. The same bed I’ve been forced to share a roof with for years while he treated me like furniture that still had to look pretty for company.I don’t care. No. But I do feel very sorry for her because she’s definitely lost her job because of someone that isn’t worth it. I’m her boss, I can fire her, and Malcolm wouldn’t dare interfere with that decision.I turn back to Malcolm slowly, the bags still heavy in my hands, and the laugh that comes out of me is soft and almost musical. “Would you look at that?” I sing, the words light and mocking.“Just when I didn’t think you could sink any lower, you prove me wrong and go straight down to hell.” I add with another fit of laught