Page 50 of Take My Throne

I won’t chicken out, I promise. But that does sound like a great plan. Now all that remains is for me to ask my dad out to dinner.

What about Lucas? Romy asks. Do you want us to deal with him at the same time?

I shake my head. Just because I don’t want to be married to him doesn’t mean I want him dead. With my dad out of the picture, it’ll be easy to convince him to agree to an annulment. I’ll tell him to stay home that night because I want it to be a daddy/daughter dinner. He won’t mind. For all his faults, Lucas is pretty laid back. I’d rather he wasn’t there to see my father killed.

“Thanks for the recommendation,” Archer says, carrying on with the fake conversation he’d been having with Declan. “I’ll check it out. Now I’ve got a massive essay to write which is due on Monday, so if you guys don’t mind, I’m going to have to be rude and say goodbye.”

“No problem.”

He gets up and goes across the room, as the rest of us start to say goodbye to each other. He opens the front door, saying, “Hey, Ivy. Can I have a minute?” before he shuts it again, putting his finger to his lips to warn us to be quiet as he walks over to a switch on the wall. Flicking it, he grins at us.

“You can speak freely. I’ve switched on the anti-bug blocker.”

“Anti-bug what?” I run over to swat him. “You mean all this time we’ve been writing down our conversation and we could have just been talking normally?”

“We could have,” Archer says, “but this way it’s less suspicious. As long as we don’t take too long, your father will think you’re on your way home and we’ve got a few moments to say a proper goodbye. I thought you might prefer it if Solomon didn’t hear us kissing…”

“You read my mind.” I smile as Archer pulls me into his arms for a long, deep kiss. I moan with disappointment when we break apart, but I can’t be upset for long because Romy steps up to take his place. I have to fight the urge to pull his clothes off, but Archer is right. We shouldn’t take too long while the bugs are offline, otherwise my father will realise we were conspiring against him.

Declan comes up behind me, sandwiching me between him and Romy. I love the feel of a man’s body pressed against me from both sides. It won’t be long before we can do this as often as we like without having to think about my father, and I can’t wait.

I turn to kiss Declan. Romy plays with my breasts as my tongue plunges deep into Declan’s mouth. I moan again, this time with excitement.

“Can’t we fool around a little while longer?” I beg, as Declan breaks away.

“We all want to,” Archer says, “but it’s not worth the risk. Get that dinner booked this week and we’ll be able to do this whenever we want. It’ll be sex for breakfast, sex for lunch, and sex for dinner with as many of us as you like.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” I say, grabbing one last quick kiss with each of them before heading outside to my bike.

For the first time in a long time, I feel hope. Our plan is solid and soon I will be free from my father once and for all.

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