Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
Sophie
When I awake, Rory is gone. I don’t know how he managed to detangle himself from me without waking me, let alone get ready and out the door without making a sound.
He must possess similar stealth skills to Tye, I muse.
I look around the room and wonder how many nights I’ll spend in this room.
Either way, it’s going to need some feminine touches.
Everything in this new apartment is minimalistic.
A bit of colour is required. I pull myself out of bed and pad into the kitchen where I can smell coffee brewing and find a hive of activity.
Tye, Mack and Flynn are in different states of undress as they either make their breakfast or are eating it at the table.
The view tugs at my heartstrings that I get to enjoy all these men all to myself.
Tye looks up from his cereal, “Good morning, Sunshine, how did you sleep?”
“Too well, I didn’t even hear Rory leave.”
“That’s because the fucker used my bathroom so as to not wake you,” grumbles Mack who is holding a coffee cup in the kitchen.
“Oh no,” I look at him in alarm, “he did not need to do that.”
“It’s ok, next time you are sleeping in my bed before he leaves and he can shower in his own bathroom,” Mack grumbles.
I walk up to Mack and kiss his grumpy cheek, then to Flynn who is making his breakfast. Flynn curves his arm around my waist to hold me to him in a morning snuggle.
I could get used to this. When I’m seated next to Tye, his hand runs down my thigh and dips in between my legs where he finds my pussy bare.
His pupils blow as Mack sits down at the table.
“No fucking her whilst we eat breakfast,” he grumbles.
“I wasn’t,” replies Tye unconvincingly. “I would have waited until she’d finished,” he relents.
I almost choke on my cereal, so much so, Flynn walks around to pass me a glass of water which I sip as tears run down my cheeks from laughing and choking at the same time. When I can breathe again, I say, “You guys are going to kill me I swear.”
After breakfast, we all go our separate ways. I arrange to see Tye in the cafe shortly and kiss Flynn and Mack goodbye. I don’t actually want to go back to the real world after this weekend but I do want to see Casey.
I get to work, and am hanging up my bag and jacket when Casey arrives. “Hey Playboy, how was your weekend?” I ask brightly, trying to hold in what I really want to tell him.
“Mine was excellent, I took another job. I am getting better at his whole playmate gig.”
“Oh that is good news. Want to talk about it over lunch?” I ask.
“Absolutely. You have a good weekend?”
“So good, no jobs but lots of men. I cannot wait to tell you,” I giggle. “But it’s top secret so you’re going to need to swear to take it to your grave.”
“Geez, it’s that serious? Ok Sophie, I’ll give you my pinky.”
“Good enough. Not a word until we’re at lunch,” I say as he hangs up his leather jacket and places his helmet above the lockers. We walk together into the cafe and there is one of my gorgeous men waiting for me. “Good morning,” I purr like I haven’t just seen him at breakfast.
“Good morning, Sunshine. Cup of your finest please?” he asks, running his eyes up and down me like he is ready for his second breakfast.
“I’ll bring it over, early bird,” I say, smiling coyly back.
“Thank you,” he replies, unable to keep the grin from stretching across his face.
I turn and bump into Casey who stands with his hands on his hips. “Let me guess, one of the many men includes Tye?”
“How’d—” I begin to ask.
“Because he was eye fucking you over the counter. Jesus, this story at lunch is going to be good.”
Casey thankfully doesn’t say another word and I walk Tye’s coffee to him like I usually do. It feels unnatural not to kiss him but we need to keep up our pretenses. “Meet you at your apartment?” he says as he takes the coffee in a to-go cup.
“See you there at 3pm, I told Mrs Mangle I’d be there at 3pm each day,” I explain and he nods, winks at me then walks out of the cafe.
Four of the longest hours pass us by and finally we can hand over our shift and leave the building.
Both of us are keen to talk so we hurry out of the locker room and drive over to the cafe where it seems we are their best customers.
We order our lunch at the counter and take a seat as far away from anyone else as possible.
“Tell me. Don’t say another word about anything else. Tell me about your weekend,” is all Casey says to me which has me laughing.
“I’m not sure if a pinky promise is enough, we might have to do a blood ritual,” I joke.
“Hand me the knife,” he says seriously.
“Ok, ok,” I hold up my hands. “So, I didn’t tell you this last week because I didn’t know what was happening.
But I’m telling you now so don’t kick my butt.
” Casey does a circling motion with his hands as if to say hurry up as he purses his lips, unamused.
I then go on to tell him about the email out of the blue, the jobs I was asked to take, the online Dom and MaskedMack software and the clients who asked me to call them by their real names.
I tell him about someone coming into my bed at night and fucking me and that it turned out to be Tye.
Casey all but gasps with his hands across his mouth.
But he doesn’t say anything so I tell him about how Mack found out and how I slept with the two brothers and that Mack turned out to be my driver Zee.
I tell him about my dinner date with Rory and Flynn and the dessert and how I am now living with all four men like the dirty slut I am.
Casey is speechless. He sits, mouth agape, eyes wide like I just told him I have proof Santa is real. He blinks a few times before asking, “That all happened in just one week?”
“Yeah, I know. A lot has happened, hey.”
“You had four secret admirers that you didn’t know about?’
“Apparently so,” I shrug, grinning.
“How did you not manage to tell me any of this last week?”
“With great difficulty. Honestly. I didn’t know where it was all going and I didn’t want to say anything because you’re new as a playmate and I didn’t want to be a bad example for you.”
“Are you kidding? This is the best example. Shit I wouldn’t mind being the centre of four ladies’ attention, how could anyone say no or not be into this?”
“I know, but I’m breaking every Clarendon rule. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be telling you. But I need to tell someone. I’m sorry to offload it all on you.”
“Mate, this is the best news. Look how happy you are. I saw it last week and I see it now. You’re glowing with life and excitement. I want to thank the guys for making you this happy. Seriously, maybe we can hang out sometime. I’d like to meet them all.”
“Aw, thanks Casey, I’d love for you to meet them. We are trying to keep it as secret as possible though, apparently Mack and Tye’s dad is an owner and a real stickler for rules. They seem pretty wary of him. So I guess I should be too.”
“No stress. Whenever you are settled and think the coast is clear I’ll be there. Is the apartment nice?”
A waitress interrupts our conversation with our food and we quiet for a minute waiting for her to be out of earshot again before I answer.
“It’s gorgeous. It’s four bedrooms with ensuites, a gorgeous kitchen and living area with the most amazing sea view. It’s breathtaking.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yeah of course.”
“Are you ok to keep up with so many men?”
I go to laugh but I realise he is being serious. “I’m a playmate Casey, yeah I don’t usually sleep with loads of men back to back to back. But I’m so down for it. Just thinking about the men makes my heart rate spike and gives me tingles in all the right places.”
“Ok good, I was just checking. If you are ok handling that much dick, I’m happy for you.”
“Casey!” I laugh. “Ok, enough of me, what job did you take this week?”
“I took a doctor’s role play job. It was fucking fantastic. I think I might have a doctor’s kink myself.”
“Ooh fun. Got some good examinations in?”
“This Doctor knows how to cross the line,” he winks at me and I love how cagey he is about his jobs. So gentlemanly, not wanting to spill every single detail.
“You’re down for a bit of role play then?”
“Did I mention I was in all my high school shows? This job is unleashing my untapped acting skills in the best way.”
“I love this. What job are you taking this week?”
“I haven’t looked yet. I need to check tonight. Will you take on any more jobs seeing as you’re getting fucked so much?” he asks, genuinely curious, not a hint of malice in his tone.
“Hey!” I exclaim. “But you’re right, it’s suddenly not as appealing right now, so no.
The guys are going to put in their usual jobs and I’ll take them, but otherwise not for a bit.
I don’t even want to take any jobs right now.
My gut is telling me to enjoy what I have got going on.
I’ve worked here practically non-stop for three years, I can slow it down. ” I shrug.
“You need to do what’s right for you. If anyone asks, just say you’re having a mental health break or something. Which is code for ‘I’m getting dicked too often at home.’”
“Stop,” I howl as we both crack up laughing, knowing that is the truth though.
We talk more about work and life before finishing our food and leaving. I meet Tye at my apartment block and we take Snowy for a walk which is all kinds of sweet. Then we drive back to the apartment to find Mack and Flynn huddled around a laptop.