Page 48 of The Secret Stalker
“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 ourlunch 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?’
