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“I don’t need a babysitter,” I huff while clasping the bra that matches the panties I’m wearing. Back when I had pretty much no money, I had to scrounge to find clean undergarments, let alone matching ones. The guys make sure I have anything I could possibly desire, giving it to me before I even know I need or want it. Well, everything but the truth.
I throw a plain white tee on and slide into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans.
“He’s not a babysitter.” Dominic approaches, plants a quick kiss on my lips, and stalks toward the door. “He’s your detail, and whether any of us like it or not, he’s necessary.” He leaves without allowing me the chance to respond.
I sigh and shift my focus to the last remaining man.
Magnus shrugs and follows after him. “Necessary evil, princess.” He pauses at the door, his tattooed hand gripping the frame. “Love you.”
“Love you more,” I mutter and turn to find a pair of socks.
“Never,” he calls out on his way down the hall.
“Always,” I holler after him.
A few minutes pass and a chill creeps over me. I glance over my shoulder to find Simon Beckett standing in my doorway. I press my hand to my chest and settle the start he gave me. "Christ, Simon. Warn a girl next time."
He remains there, stone-faced and solemn. "Are you ready for work?"
I snatch my phone off the nightstand and slide it into my back pocket. “Yeah.” I stop right in front of him. “You’re not allowed in here.”
Another one of the rules made by the men I call mine.
Simon is not permitted to step foot into my bedroom unless there’s an emergency. It's like they think if he does, he'll accidentally slip and fall with his dick out and it’ll land in my pussy. I'm not entirely sure if they realize there are a million other places Simon could have his way with me, and that making my room off-limits doesn't actually prevent that from happening.
No, the thing that prevents it from happening is that I wouldn’t do that to them. I know how much they hate him, how much he almost took from them, and I wouldn’t sabotage my relationship with three incredible men because of some fuck boy.
Okay, that’s a stretch. Simon isn’t exactly a fuck boy. More like a wannabe fuck boy.
The more time I spend around him, the more I see through the façade he paints on heavily. He wants the world to see him as this carefree ladies’ man, but he’s not entirely terrible.
Or maybe the simple fact that I’m surrounded by morally grey men has me blurring the lines of what I view as good or bad.
Simon peers down at me, his emerald gaze falling to the floor and then back at me. “I’m not in your room.” He swallows as I press closer to him.
“No, but you’re in my way.” I push past him and into the hall. I glance at him when I reach the stairs. “You coming or what?”
And just like that, my puppy dog of a bodyguard follows. His footsteps close but not too close. Always there, but with a bit of distance.
“Have you eaten breakfast?” Simon asks me.
“No, have you?” I say, a bit of condescension lingering on each word.
“You should eat before we leave.” Simon ignores my question.
“I’m not hungry.”
Simon broadens his shoulders when I approach, his frame blocking the door to get into the garage where Alec is waiting to take me to work. “You need to eat, June.”
I stand taller in an attempt to mimic his bravado. “You going to make me?”
Simon’s beautifully carved jaw clenches slightly. “I will if I have to.”
My heart picks up its pace, and the tension between us grows thicker with each second we remain in this deadlock.
“I dare you,” I mutter under my breath. “I fucking dare you.”
Simon keeps his eyes trained on mine. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
