Page 204 of Morally Gray Daddies

I stand outside the door for several seconds, just listening. I can’t make out the words being said, but I do know that one of those voices belongs to Ana.

Finally, when I start to feel like a creeper, I let myself in. As soon as the door closes behind me, both women turn to look at me. Helen shoots a smirk my way while Ana freezes completely.

The cords in my neck tense. I fucking hate that she’s so afraid. All because of him.

“What are you two up to?” I ask as nonchalantly as I can.

Helen stands and sways. She’s drunk. What the fuck? I glance at Ana and narrow my gaze. Her eyes are glazed over. Is she drunk, too? Shit.

“We’re gossiping, and you’re interrupting,” Helen says as she shrugs and looks around the room as if searching for something. “Where the hell is my purse?”

I keep my focus on Ana, who won’t make eye contact with me. She’s leaning heavily against the back of the couch. Yeah. They’re both plowed.

“You got her drunk?” I gesture toward my girl. Because that’s exactly what she is. Mine.

“Yes. We had a lovely time. Although you really should have told her that you’re in the mafia when you kidnapped her. All this time, she thought you were a kindergarten teacher.” Helen bursts out laughing at that, flapping her hands like she just said the funniest thing ever.

I glare at my housekeeper. A look that makes most people tremble. Not her, though. She just smiles.

“I should fire you,” I murmur.

She throws her head back and cackles. “But you won’t. Because you love me. Now, I need someone to drive me home.”

Letting out a sigh, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Charlie, asking him to turn around and come back to the building to get my drunk housekeeper.

Out of the corner of my eye, Ana moves, so I turn to look at her just as she slithers down to lie on the couch with a soft smile on her lips.

“Jesus,” I mutter. “How much did you have to drink?”

Helen’s phone dings, and as soon as she looks at it, she lifts her shoulders and walks past me. Although walks is putting it nicely. More like staggers in a zigzag toward the front door.

“I don’t know,” she sings, then holds up her index finger and turns toward me with a wicked smile. “But I do know we drank your most expensive whiskey and it’s gone. Have a good night!”

And then she’s gone, and I’m left staring at my front door, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Did my housekeeper just tell me off? After she drank my best whiskey which costs over five thousand dollars a bottle.

Soft, bubbling giggles snap me out of my thoughts. Peering over at Ana, my lips twitch right along with my cock.

She covers her mouth, trying to stifle her laugh.

“What’s so funny, little girl?”

“I don’t know. But I think I like whiskey.”

I chuckle and lower myself to the opposite end of the couch, her feet right by my thighs. My fingers ache to touch her, but she just said more words to me in one sentence than she’s ever said before, so I don’t want to startle her. The last thing I want is for her to clam up on me right now. Why didn’t I think about getting her drunk to get her talking? Helen is a genius. I need to give the woman a raise.

“Yeah? Did you have fun with Helen?”

Like a light switch, her eyes widen, and she scoots to sit up. Unable to stop myself because I want her as close to me as possible, I grab her ankle, keeping her from getting away.

“Relax, Anastasia. I’m glad you spent time with her. She’s a pain in my ass, but she’s a good woman. You can go to her for anything.”

When she doesn’t try to pull away from me, I release her and rest my hand on her leg.

“What did Helen tell you about me?”

Ana stares at me, her long black eyelashes fluttering with each blink. The light streaming in through the windows makes her glassy eyes sparkle like diamonds. She’s breathtaking. And each day she’s here, she looks a bit healthier.

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