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"Must be nice, having a Little who agreed to work from home," I pointed out. He laughed.

"It is, especially since the money from her business helps keep things easy at home," he told me. "Originally, I wanted her to leave and let me continue to care for her, but when she told me about the secretary and how she wanted to help her, I couldn't say no. So, she practically gave me the business, and I let her do her work so long as she behaves. Not that she needs to make money." I frowned a little.

"So, you own the business now?" I asked.

"Of course," Derek agreed. "I couldn't have my Little making all the money and making me feel unwanted. Don't worry, we have a written contract and everything, just in case." I laughed and shook my head.

"Damn!" I exclaimed as I shook my head. "You're whipped! I never thought I'd see the day that Derek Lanberger was whipped!" Derek groaned in annoyance.

"Shut up," he snapped playfully. "Not everybody is a player like Xavier Charleston." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm not a player," I protested, pretending to be offended. "I just don't like having one Little at a time. After all, just having one makes it boring. Like eating one food all the time." I could already see Derek roll his eyes.

"Is that what you told your last Little before she ran away?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. The mention of Bernice made my heart slow, and my cock grew uncomfortably restrained by my clothing.

"Some Littles just can't handle it," I remarked, trying to arrange myself in a way that wasn't painful at this point. "The sibling rivalry gets too intense sometimes. Trust me, non-sexual relationships make it look easy, but it isn't." I pulled into the parking lot of the real estate agency I was supposed to visit today regarding a contract. "Hey, I just arrived at my client's office, so I have to go. Are we still on for dinner?" Derek sighed.

"Yes, we are," he agreed. "I'm bringing my Little, so I expect you to behave. You already know I don't share my Littles like some others." I shook my head as I checked my reflection in the mirror.

"Don't worry, man," I told him. "I already know that, unless told by the Daddy, taken Littles are off limits. I'll see you both at six. Bring a friend or something. It gets boring when it's just the three of us." With that, I hung up the phone and sighed.

Maybe I should settle down with just one Little like Derek always wanted me to. Littles didn't typically like sharing a Daddy, and fully grown women could make war out of sibling rivalry. However, I just couldn't help it. Life was too short, and I planned to have as much fun as possible. It wasn't my fault Littles didn't like to share their toys or their Daddies.

As I stepped out of my truck, I looked at the building before me. It was Darling Realty, run by Bernice and Bianca Darling. Once upon a time, Bernice was my main Little, and she preferred to stay at home and play with me than work the family business with her twin sister. However, after her sister bragged about me giving her special treatment in bed, Bernice had dropped me faster than a child drops a hot rock. I was hoping to rekindle my lost relationship with Bernice during my meeting, but, seeing how she screamed that she hated me, I knew my chances were slim.

"Xavier Charleston here to see Bernice Darling," I said when I reached the receptionist. The realty office was bigger than the one that Derek now owned with his Little, so, instead of a secretary helping three people, they had a receptionist directing traffic for over fifty different people.

"Bernice isn't here," said a very familiar, seductive voice. "She had an unexpected dilemma she had to go handle, and she asked that I take over the meeting." Taking a deep breath, I turned and smiled at the speaker.

"Bianca Darling," I smiled as I looked at the beautiful strawberry blonde approaching me. "I see."

Bianca was the spitting image of her sister Bernice. They both had the same strawberry blonde hair, freckles and were both about five-three. However, while Bernice had deep brown eyes comparable to that of dark chocolate, Bianca's eyes were a piercing blue.

"If you would, Mr. Charleston," she said as she motioned towards her office. I nodded and followed her to the office just behind the receptionist's desk. As soon as she closed the door and the shades, hiding us from the rest of the office, Bianca turned to look at me. "I was wondering when you might show your face around this office again, Daddy." She puckered her full lips at me in a seductive pout. "It's been so boring ever since you stopped returning our calls." I rolled my eyes at her and crossed my arms.

"I was never your Daddy, Bianca," I reminded her as she swayed across the room like a talented dancer. "I was Bernice's Daddy." She chuckled as she pressed into me.

"Oh, come on, Daddy," she purred sweetly with an innocent smile. "That's not what you said that night after the bar." I shook my head, trying to resist the rebellious Little as she tugged at my tie. "I don't mind sharing you with anybody. I'm not the jealous type." She slid to her knees and started undoing my belt. "All I ask is for a little attention here and there, Daddy." She pulled my pants down, and we both looked at my thick cock as it stood out to greet her.

"Damn you, Bianca," I cursed. "Since you got it out, you might as well have it." She smiled up at me as she plunged my erection into her mouth, and I felt it nudge the back of her throat. "Holy shit."

CHAPTER THREE

Stephanie

"So, let me get this straight," I said as I stared at Skye and Derek in surprise. "You want me to run things here at the office?" Skye nodded.

"Yes," she said as she smiled at me. "You proved that, when push comes to shove, you are reliable and can be counted on to make sure the work gets done. Granted, you are a slight pushover, but this promotion would make it impossible for anyone to do that anymore." Derek nodded in agreement.

"You wouldn't be doing anything you're not doing now," he added, and I turned to look at him. "Since you have yet to get your real estate license, you can’t sell any houses, but you would be in charge of hiring employees, overseeing the office, and so forth." Skye shrugged.

"Almost as if you were my assistant, and we were the only two in the office," she agreed. "Of course, that wouldn't always be the case. If you were to get your real estate license, you could practically run the office without any help from me at all." I frowned in confusion.

"Are you leaving us already?" I asked, confused. Skye shook her head.

"Not exactly," she informed me. "I still own the office, but I'm not looking to work at it anymore. I plan on stepping back and letting the next person make a name for themselves. Of course, I'd still be around. Like an investor." I nodded as I looked down at my shoes.

"This is a wonderful opportunity," I said as I looked back up at them. "However, I don't think I deserve this. You should give the job to someone more qualified than me." Skye and Derek exchanged looks before bursting into laughter spontaneously.