Page 117 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Should we check on him?” Dante asked, his gaze darting toward his phone
“I’ll try to call him again,” I told them. “When I come back, I want you two kneeling in the living room, waiting for me.”
“Yes, my Liege,” Everly said softly, a hint of confusion in her tone.
“Yes, Master.” Dante was already placing his glass in the sink.
With a sigh, I headed out onto the back patio and dialed Ian’s number.
“What’s up?” he answered hotly.
“Any idea when you’re coming home?”
“Why? You miss me?”
“Everly and Dante do,” I told him.
“Did they say as much?”
“Ian, what the hell’s going on with you?”
He grunted. “Nothing. I’ll be back in an hour.”
The call disconnected and I stared at my phone.
Yeah, something had to give.
And soon.
Everly
“I’ve come up with a list of chores,” Isaac said when he came into the living room after spending a few minutes on the back porch. “Dante mentioned the two of you wanting to take them over. Is this true?”
“Yes, my Liege,” I said softly, keeping my eyes cast downward.
“There are a few things we’ll continue to pay services for such as the lawn care and pool maintenance, although I don’t mind decreasing the service and allowing the two of you to do them in between. While I appreciate your desire to help out, it’s something we’ll discuss from time to time because I don’t want you to be my maid or my pool boy. At the same time, I want you to feel as though you contribute to the household. You’re not a guest anymore. This is your house. Once we’ve settled the problem we’re dealing with, you’ll have the freedom to come and go as you please. Until it’s resolved though…”
“I understand, Master,” Dante said firmly.
Dante and I had already discussed chores. And I liked the idea of having something to keep me busy. More accurately, I greatly liked the idea of taking care of Isaac and Ian. That was important to me and I wasn’t sure they understood that yet. I still felt as though this was a honeymoon period. I wanted to settle into a routine, to know what I needed to do every day in order to have a sense of accomplishment.
“The chores have been written out. By the end of the day, I want you to provide me with a detailed outline of when you’ll be handling which ones. You can divvy up meals as well. Dante, you can handle dinner tonight.”
“Of course, Master.”
“When Ian returns, I think it would be wise for the two of you to spend some time in the pool. Swimsuits are necessary as I’ve got a few men stationed around the property now that Vernon has returned to the States.”
“Yes, my Liege.”
His hand grazed the top of my head and I sighed.
Some people didn’t understand this aspect. They thought BDSM was strictly sexual in nature. That wasn’t the case. Not for me. Not for Dante.
Sure, there was a sexual aspect, one that I craved. But I also looked forward to serving my Dominant. Pleasing him. That was my one goal, and honestly, I’d always wondered if I would ever find a man I could trust or love enough to pledge my submission to. I’d been lucky to find that with two, even if I didn’t get to spend nearly enough time with Ian. And I didn’t care what anyone else thought about it. I would be their humble servant in every way, for as long as it would please them.
The front door slammed, causing me to jump.
Isaac sighed. “Go get changed. We’ll finish this discussion later.”
While Dante went to his side of the house, I raced to Isaac’s room, grabbed my swimsuit, then hurried to pull it on. I couldn’t help but do so silently, trying to listen for whatever conversation might’ve been taking place between Ian and Isaac.
I had no idea what was going on, but I could tell there was a rift between them. Neither had said anything to me about it, but I hadn’t really expected them to. It wasn’t as though they were big on sharing details of … well, of much of anything, really. Ian was all about interrogating other people, getting them to open up but very rarely free with his own emotions.
When I got outside, Dante was waiting for me, his face solemn.
“You know what that’s about?” I asked him, jerking my chin toward the house.
“Family squabble,” he said with a smirk.
“Really?”
“Just a guess.”
“Did something happen?”
He shrugged.
With the sun warm on my shoulders, I waded down into the pool, grabbed one of the floats we’d added earlier in the week, put my arms across it while Dante did the same from the opposite side.
“What do you think it’s about?”
Dante rested his head on his arms, looked at me. “You.”
I frowned. “What? What did I do?”
