Page 31 of Under Their Watch

One week later

What’s better than beingfucked by your man every day? Oh, right. Being fucked by both of your men every day. It was unspoken before, but as of a few nights ago, we are officially dating. I couldn’t be happier either. I love every minute of every day and it’s starting to feel less like a prank and more like my new reality. I know I have many obstacles to overcome, but I feel secure in the fact that under their watch, I am safe.

Rowan, Anika, and Mia have been working from home. Max is helping Emma from the house. She still has to appear in court and be at her main office for meetings with clients, but themanager at The Cherry has been running things in her absence. Theo has switched to virtual appointments for his patients, but most of his were already virtual. Quinn and Jace have been with me, and I’ve been writing. I’ve scrapped the same thing at least twenty times now, but I’m writing. It feels nice to create worlds again, even if I have no idea what to do in this new world of mine. They read everything before I scrap it and encourage me to continue, even if I keep starting over.

I am sitting cross-legged on the couch. No one else is in the living room. I believe they’re fixing dinner, but I am stuck in this world I’ve created. I’m finding a rhythm finally, and it’s an incredible feeling. I love writing because it helps me escape reality and dive into another world where I can make anything come true. Everyone does exactly what I say… well… not always. Sometimes, the characters go off on their own adventure, but I love to tell their story. Even through all the pain and suffering, I lead them toward happiness and peace. In reality, not everyone gets a happy ending, but in the worlds that I create, everyone finds happiness. They find a way to navigate the darkness. I think by helping them achieve happiness, I’m teaching myself that I am in control of my own happiness in the real world. I am the one who decides how much pain is too much and if I’m not fighting for myself, I’m allowing it to happen. Maybe that’s a warped way of thinking about it, but it helps.

“Hey,” Theo says as he stands behind the couch and leans over to look at my screen. “How’s it going?”

“Uhm… I think I’m finally getting somewhere,” I say, still typing.

“You’ve written a lot today. I’m proud of you,” he says, gently kneading my shoulders. I close my eyes and drop my head with a groan when I realize how stiff my neck is. “Mhm. I think that you should take a break.”

“But he’s going to get kidnapped,” I mumble.

“He will be there waiting to be captured tomorrow,” Theo says. “Come eat dinner.”

“I ate so much at lunch. I’m okay,” I say.

“Are you still full?” he asks

“No, I just don’t think I should be eating that much,” I say.

“Why’s that?” he asks.

“Don’t answer that, it’s a trap,” Anika laughs.

“Oh, oops,” I laugh and try to get up. Theo grabs me by the hair and yanks me back before taking my face between his hands. I am looking at him upside down and I can’t help but giggle. “You look funny like this.”

“Why don’t you think you should eat dinner?” he asks.

“Because my lunch was over a thousand calories,” I say.

“What did you eat for breakfast?” he asks.

“Oh, hell yeah. Did she finally piss off Theo?” Jace asks. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Breakfast,” he says. “What did you eat?”

“A meal bar,” I say.

“One hundred calories,” he asks. “Seriously?”

“What?” I ask when Theo lets go of my face and walks around the couch to stand in front of me. He motions for me to stand, so I set my laptop aside and stand.

“Rhea, you expressed that you desired to lose weight. So me, you, Quinn, and Jace agreed on a reasonable number of calories. No one wants you to be counting them, but at least this way we can make sure you eat,” Theo says.

“What’s your point?” I ask.

“Rhea,” he says. “You’ve had eleven hundred calories today. How many did you have yesterday?”

“The same,” I say.

“Why are you starving yourself?” he asks.

“I’m not. I’m eating,” I say.

“Go sit at the table,” Theo says, stepping aside and pointing to the kitchen.

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