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Carla rushes out of the room faster than I've ever seen her move.

"So what? She's seven months pregnant. It doesn't make the baby ours." Jameson leans against Violet's desk. The deep sadness in his voice has me cursing the day we agreed with Dexter to leave Violet alone.

Instead of punching Dexter like I want to do, I come clean about my involvement with Violet's nonfunctioning birth control pills, "The day you caught me reading Violet's diary wasn't the first time I'd read it. What you caught me doing was reading her diary after I replaced her real birth control with an exact replica of fake birth control pills in her purse. And before you ask where I got them, remember money talks. You can get anything you want if you have the money—which we do."

"I can't believe you fucking fucked with her birth control pills. If she doesn't already hate us this will definitely do it." Dexter angrily paces the office.

I don't give a shit what Dexter thinks. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, but I need to know how Jameson feels about what I did, "What about you? Are you going to side with Dexter?"

"We're going to be dads." A goofy grin breaks out across Jameson's face, and I know I have one of them on my side.

"It still doesn't make it right." Dexter continues to grumble. "We don't even know where she is. Have you tried calling her?"

"You know damn well she's blocked all of us." I seethe, reminding Dexter that it was his idea to block her number first.

"Stop fighting, you two. We have to find the mother of our child."

"George." I snap my fingers. "Our driver, George, took her home each time she left Club Sin. He'll know where she lives."

We rush to the car, giving George the order to take us to Violet. Now, if we can convince her to forgive us, this day will be perfect.

Chapter 15

"That's the last ofit," I say to the moving man as he walks by with a tower of boxes.

It's not that I want to move back in with my parents, but I have to think about the baby now. As much as I love my little house, I can't afford the mortgage on my current wages as a waitress at the local family restaurant. I hated lying to the older couple who owned the restaurant when they asked about the baby's father. I told them he died in an accident because I couldn't very well tell them it might be one of three guys I had unprotected sex with at a sex club. Oh, and that I wouldn't even be able to pick them out of a lineup because I never saw their faces.

The baby picks that moment to give me a hard kick, and I grab my stomach, "Whoa, little girl. I wonder if any of your fathers ever played soccer." It's silly, I know, but that's how I think of them all as her fathers.

"I enjoyed playing soccer as a child." I spin around at the sound of Sir's voice, only to find Wilder, Dexter, and Jameson standing there. It must be the hormones that made me believe I was hearing Sir's voice.

"Mr. Raines, Mr. Kerr, Mr. Sawyer, what are you doing here?" I take a step back at the possessive look in their eyes.

"It's okay, Kitten. We're here for you now."

"Are we really having a little girl, Little One?"

My eyes dart between the faces of Wilder and Jameson as my mind tries to figure out why they sound like Sir and Alpha.

"I can see the wheels turning in your pretty little head. We're sorry we deceived you. I read your diary and shared your privatethoughts with Dexter and Jameson." Master, I mean Dexter, coughs, raising an eyebrow at Wilder. "I also replaced your real birth control pills with fake sugar pills that resembled your real pills."

"And the invitation to Club Sin that was your doing?"

"Yes, Kitten, it was. Do you forgive us?"

"You left me. You blocked my number like our time together meant nothing. All the while, you knew that I was your employee. Was it all a sick game to you?" The tears begin to fall uncontrollably, but I'm not done. "You called me Kitten," I jerk my chin at Wilder, "and you called me Little One." I jerk my chin at Jameson. "Is that how you still see me?" They each give me a small smile and nod. "What about you?" I snap my gaze to Dexter. "Am I still only your Pet?"

"No, you were never only my Pet. I needed to keep you at arm's length; otherwise, I knew I would fall for you. But it didn't matter. I still fell for you. We all did. It was my idea to let you go. I thought I knew better, that you deserved better than the three of us. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

Seeing my three Doms in so much agony breaks my heart. What they did was wrong, but I can't fault them for thinking they were doing what was best for me. "I forgive all of you," I say as I'm engulfed in a hug of rigid male bodies. "But," I say, pushing at their chests for a little breathing room. "I might need a little more convincing, let's say, in the form of your cocks inside my body."

"But what about the baby? That can't be good for her." I love the concern Jameson has for our unborn child, but right now, I'm incredibly horny.

"It's fine as long as we don't get too crazy. Plus, this trimester, my hormones are raging, and I'm extremely horny, and my vibrator isn't cutting it." I don't add that I'm having a hard time positioning the vibrator with my pregnant belly in the way.

"Gentlemen, it looks like we need to care for our woman." We all laugh at Wilder's comment. When the laughter dies, I address the one thing we have yet to discuss.

I lean on my tip toes and kiss them on the lips, "I love each of you—even though I didn't know what you looked like, I knew your heart, and that's what I fell in love with."

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