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"Make sure you have your desk cleared out and gone by the end of the day. I'd hate to have security throw you out." Carla's evil laugh rings through the office as she storms into her office.

Knowing it's useless to fight it since I have no way to contact Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson, I clean out my desk of my few possessions, put them in a small box I found in the breakroom, and leave the office for the last time.

"It's okay, baby," I whisper. "Mommy still has the money she saved for a membership at Club Sin. We'll be okay for a couple of months. If not, it might be time to move in with my parents."

As much as I love my parents, the last thing I want to do is dump my problems on them.

Chapter 14

Three Months Later

"I can't do this any longer. I miss Violet." I throw myself into a chair in Dexter's office.

Leaving Violet was the worst decision we could have ever made. It's been a living hell since we agreed it was best to sever ties with her and let her move on with someone who could give her what she needed instead of holding her back with three nameless, faceless fantasy men who could never offer her more than that.

"Hold it together, Wilder. We've been out of the country and away from her for almost six months. She's probably already forgotten us and moved on." Dexter's bored attitude has me ready to punch him in the face.

Am I the only one affected by the loss?

How many times have I watched and rewatched the last video she sent us before we all blocked her number? A hundred? A thousand?

"Wilder's right, I can't go on like this much longer. Do you know how many dates I've gone on since we left her, trying to find someone to take my mind off her? I haven't even touched a single one. I can't even kiss them good night when I drop them off because all I can think about is saving my kisses for Violet—kisses she doesn't even want."

"Same," I mumble.

I know for damn sure Dexter has been as celibate as a monk, like Jameson and I have been. The thought of touching another woman turns my stomach.

The only telltale sign that Dexter misses Violet as much as we do is the look of sadness in his eyes whenever anyone says hername. He finally caves and says, "Fine, I miss her too. But we are a packaged deal. She has to choose all of us, not just one of us—understood?" Jameson and I nod in agreement. "Though I'm not sure she'll forgive us for our deception."

"There's only one way to find out. It's time we show our little sub how much her Doms want to take care of her."

It takes us fourdays to wrap up our overseas commitment and pass on the project to the team manager. We're all at our wit's end, craving Violet. Hopefully, it doesn't take much groveling before she forgives us because I can't wait to spank her luscious ass.

Our driver barely has a chance to stop the car in front of our Seattle office building before we jump out in our eagerness to get to Violet. Deciding to forgo the slow elevator, we dash up the stairs until we reach Violet's floor.

"Where is she?" Jameson rushes to her desk. "All of her stuff is gone. This desk doesn't look like it's been used in weeks."

"If you're looking for Violet, I had to let her go." A superior-sounding Carla walks over to stand next to Jameson. "She was a horrible employee, and with the budget cuts, she was the first to go."

"What budget cuts? And she's an excellent employee." Dexter glares at Carla, his jaw clenched tightly, waiting for her to answer his question.

"Well, that might be so, but she's a woman of loose morals, getting pregnant when she isn't even married."

"She's pregnant?" I can't keep the smile off my face. My plan worked. It might have been a dick move, but I don't care as long as Violet is tied to us for life.

"Um, yes." Carla looks confused at my happiness for an employee she thinks we barely know.

"Why are you so happy? The baby isn't ours. Club Sin has very specific rules, and birth control is at the top of that list. She's obviously moved on." Dexter growls.

I ignore Dexter's dark look and Jameson's hurt look and turn my attention back to Carla. "How far along is Violet?"

"I would say about seven months by now, Sir."

"Thank you, Carla. You can go now." She takes a step towards the exit, but before she can make a clean getaway, I stop her with my words: "Oh, and Carla, don't ever call me Sir again. There's only one person who gets to call me that."

"Yes, Mr. Raines."

Dexter isn't as nice as I am, as he commands Carla to leave, "Out!"

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