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Me
Awake but not quite moving. Do we need to be?
“I love that my family messages you,” Noor chuckles, watching as I work through my messages. There’s another from Rachelle as well checking on her daughter, but I slow down as I come to one from Theo. He doesn’t usually text me.
Hell, he doesn’t usually even speak to me.
Theo
Family meeting after breakfast. Julia is taking the kids to the beach with a guard.
“Your family has guards?” I ask, blinking slowly.
“Sometimes,” Noor says, shrugging. “Emil has a big boy job, remember?”
“Did you call being a mobster a ‘big boy job’?” I snort, barking out a laugh. “Never change, baby. That shit was hilarious.”
Emil
Ask Noor what she wants for breakfast. Don’t keep her chained to her bed this morning. We’ve got shit to do.
“What do you want?” I ask, making sure she can see the screen.
“Blueberry pancakes, please,” she says, amused. “I guess we better get it in gear, huh? Anything else we need to talk about?”
“Pick a number one through three,” I grumble. Harry, Larry, and Moe better be ready to fight to be better men than they were in high school.
“Three,” she says, raising her brow.
“Perfect. Want to get a head start? I’ll come in and join you as soon as I finish this text.”
“Okay.” Noor hisses as she scoots off my lap, and I grin, knowing her ass is still sore. She takes a few sips of water before she stands slowly and makes her way to my bathroom. She’ll take her meds after breakfast, since they have to be taken with food. The bare legs are toned and beautiful, but what I really enjoy is when she pulls the bottom of the shirt she slept in up to flash me a view of her reddened ass.
“You don’t play fair, Noor,” I growl.
“Maybe you should hurry and tell me how that makes you feel,” she says, winking at me over her shoulder before she disappears into the bathroom.
“I’m going to marry you,” I say to the empty room under my breath. I don’t know how this will work, but it’s going to happen.
Glaring at the phone in my hand, I pull up Draven’s number. He’s the fourth letter in the damn alphabet, so that’s how we’re doing this.
Me
You will not bombard her again. She’s agreed to three, individual dates. You’re the first. Plan it, get back to me with a date and time for her to approve. There will be no deviations from this. Got it?
Draven
Yes, sir. Thanks. I appreciate you getting back to me.
Ugh, he’s so polite. Tossing my phone on the bed, I stalk into the bathroom, intent on stuffing my girl with cum at least once more before we have to leave.
I’m a really good guy, but I have my caveman moments too. My instincts don’t hurt her, and give us both a great start to the morning.
“You’re dating the hockey shits,” Emil says slowly.
Breakfast has been cleared, I got minimal side eyes because Noor can’t sit still, and Zayn gave his mom all the tea about his sleepover. He’s now headed to the beach with his great grandmother, and Noor and I brought her family up to speed about our night.
Well, minus the fucking.
