Page 45 of My Five Daddies

“Yeah,” she says, sounding distant. “But it’s really not. It’s like, when I’m with one of you, or two of you, or whatever, it’s like I’m really there and nowhere else. Youknow?”

“I know,” I say softly. “I think that’s how we all feel aboutyou.”

“How did this evenhappen?”

“Started at Promise. And we just slowly rolled with it, untilnow…”

“Yeah,” she says softly. “And now, it’sthis.”

I pull her chin up toward me and kiss her softly. “It’s good. Just relax,okay?”

She nods. I kiss her again, this time lingering, really tasting her lips. She kisses me back, hungry for more. I can feel myself starting to rise to the occasion, getting hard, but that’s not what I want rightnow.

This is about knowing her, learning about her. I’m going to fuck her, take her body, ravage her as soon as I can. But right now, I want to know if this is real, if this has legs and can go someplace. I need to know. And the only way I can imagine figuring it out is by getting to knowher.

If I want to be with her, I can handle sharing her. In fact, maybe sharing her can make being with her even sweeter, I don’t know. But I need to know we have something between us, something real. Then I can do all that otherstuff.

And we do. I’m very sure we do. I know this has only been one date, but between this and everything else… I feel it. I’m sure ofit.

There’s something really happeninghere.

We break off the kiss and I stand. “Come on, let’s get you backhome.”

She nods a little, following me. We hold hands the whole way back. I ask her more about herself, about her life growing up, about school, about friends. I’m hungry for information. By the time we’re back at her place, I’ve barely said a word, and that’s exactly what Iwanted.

“See you soon,” I say at thedoor.

“You don’t want to…?” She trails off, glancing at thedoor.

I smile softly. “Not tonight. But soon, verysoon.”

She bites her lip. “Okay.”

I kiss her again, slow and sweet. “Night,Tori.”

“Night.”

I turn and hop down her stoop. I watch her head back inside before calling my driver to come pick meup.

Maybe I should have gone up with her. I don’t want her to think I’m rejecting her, when really I just want this night to be about knowing her beyond just the way she feels. I can have all that again later, very soon, but right now I just want to learn about who she isinside.

And I’d say I did just that. Because now, I have a greater appreciation for her, and I know I’m notstopping.

15

Tori

Ilean backin my chair and stretch a little bit. It’s past six in the evening the day after my date with Hunter, and I’m prettyexhausted.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to spend all day babysitting Dustin. He had some school thing to attend, which is good, I guess. I was just assuming that he didn’t go to school so I’m glad his parents are doing something for him at least. There are always stories of young artists growing up and losing their fame, getting left with absolutely nothing. Happens to child actors, happens to reality TV actors. As much as I dislike Dustin, I wouldn’t want to see him washed up ten years from now with no education, noprospects.

So instead of watching over him, I’ve been answering emails on his behalf and helping out with the campaign. I think I’ve written maybe fifty different copies for a Facebook ad today, and I still have another batch of emails to get through. It’s mostly promoters, club owners, radio DJs, people like that. I just have to provide information and move on, easy-peasy, but time-consuming.

I stifle a yawn and stand up, looking around the office. My cube is at the edge of a farm in the corner of this place, tucked away from the main action. I think I was stuck with the last empty spot, which is fine by me. I don’t need or want preferential treatment. As far as I’m concerned, I’m just another employee here, even if I am involved in a weird five-way relationship with the twoowners.

As far as I can tell, I’m alone here. Most of my coworkers have left for the day already. I haven’t really made too many friends here yet, mostly because I’m constantly leaving the office these days to work with Dustin. That’s fine, but it’d be nice if I could be a part of the office a little bitmore.

I sit back down, take a deep breath, and dive back into the emails. I want to get this done and get out of here for the day. I’m tired and I just want to sit on my couch and watch TV for a couple hours before going to bed early. Tomorrow I have to meet Dustin at the studio again, and I’m already dreadingit.

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