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My mother grabs her keys and heads for the door but not before popping her head in again.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Sam popped by this morning looking for you, said he was going to ring you.”

“I already spoke to him,” I tell her, glancing nervously at my bosses, who are watching me with curious eyes.

Chapter Eleven

Adeline

“So, you’re back on for Fridays?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows, and my face flushes.

My mother knows of our arrangement; I have no secrets from my mother, and she is one of the least judgmental people I know.

“Yes, mom. Go get Maya,” I tell her, and she sends me a wink before ducking out the door.

“Why would you tell her that?” I ask, looking at them.

“Thought she should know you will be moving.”

“I am not moving. I am staying here with my family. You have no right meddling in my life the way you do,” I tell them, getting up, grabbing their empty cups, and walking to the kitchen.

They follow, not getting that I want them to leave.

“So, where do you go on Fridays?” Eli asks curiously.

“We had you followed for the last two weeks and never once seen you go anywhere besides work and home. And who is this Sam person?”

“Sam is none of your business. My life outside work is none of your business. Can you just leave, please?” I tell them, pointing to the door.

Cyrus walks past me and sits at the table. “No, not until you tell us who this Sam person is.”

“Either you tell us, or I will just check your phone records and track him that way,” Eli says, walking over and sitting next to Cyrus.

“He is a friend. Why does it matter? You’re my bosses. We are not in a relationship,” I emphasize.

I have no idea what their thing is, but it is clear they have some kind of weird arrangement. I know they are married, yet both have kissed me, and the other is never fazed by it. I shake my head at the thought.

“So, he is male?” Eli says, ignoring my other comments.

“Yes, and I think you should leave,” I tell them, but neither moves so much as an inch.

“What sort of friend?”

“God, that is none of your business! Why can’t you understand that?” I yell at Cyrus.

“It is our business. You belong to us,” he answers simply, like it’s the most logical answer in the world.

“This, this right here, is not normal. You do get that, right? Bosses usually don’t visit their employees at home, or stalk them, or ask about their sex lives,” I tell them in frustration.

“So, you sleep with this Sam?” Eli asks.

Really? That’s all he’s got from that entire little rant? But why do they both suddenly look so angry?

Cyrus’s fist is clenched tightly on top of the table, as he stares behind me. Eli is glaring directly at me.

“That’s none of your business for the hundredth time. Now, can you leave, please? You’re making me uncomfortable,” I tell them.

“Is he why you won’t leave?” asks Eli.