Page 44 of CurVy Baby

So,yeah, this room has all my personal things from the unit, my bookcase with all my favourite books and limited editions. Though I am like a cat—I sleep in every bedroom, and I’ve had my naked arsehole pressed to most surfaces.

Let’s be honest…

“Where are they?” I mutter to myself, the sound of another thud from above offering me insight. My brows knit.What are they doing at seven am on a Saturday morning?

Scrambling from the mattress, I grab my robe and slippers and wander towards the stairs. I head to the third floor, follow the chatter and thuds down the corridor towards their mum and dad’s old room.

I push open the door. “What are you doing?”

“Hey, Baby!” Tyler darts to me and wraps his arms around my middle, lifting me for a few seconds while he kisses me on the lips.

I wave him away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“I enjoyed Donnie’s lasagne last night, and I’ll enjoy it again now,” he claims, forcing me to kiss him.

“Gross.” I cringe and look across the room.

“Morning, Mum.” Molly waves from a corner of the room. She is sitting crossed-legged on the floor, colouring in, with her nightgown still on, and her hair is a blonde sprinkler on her crown.

“Sweet—” Before I can greet her properly, she pops her headphones back over her ears, sticks her tongue out, and uses the pink crayon like it’s the only colour that exists— “Pea.”

My men are shirtless, indecently virile in their low-hanging denim, sweat sliding down their abdominals as they dismember the gorgeous wooden bed. “What’s going on? Besides a TikTok slideshow photo op?”

“That’s what we’re doing, Baby Girl.”

I laugh. “What pornography? Molly is here.”

“We’re going to set this room up for you to do your book marketing.” Dexter squats to lift one side of the mattress while Donnie takes the other, continuing, “It has great light from the east. Best in the house.”

What?

“We thought you could put a green screen up here.” Tyler rushes to the left wall, my perfectly angelic, blue-eyed dream boy. “And the projector there.” He points, and I follow slowly. In a daze. “We could put a nest here, with books and your beanbag.” Moving over to a nook in the wall, he says, “You could set up and stage books here. For insta and stuff. And this entire wall” —he stands with his back to me, hands on hips, staring at the largest rear wall in the room that once had the headboard pressed to it— “will be wall-to-wall bookcases.”

“I, ah,hm.” I clear my throat, dislodging my shock. “We don’t have that many bookcases?—”

“I’ll build them,” Donnie states, adamant.

Wow. “For real?”

“I’ll build them. Custom, Pup.”

Dexter starts, “I’m rich, I could easily buy her?—"

“I’ll. Build. Them,” Donnie repeats.

“Sure.” Dexter smirks, the knee-buckling, pussy soaking smirk of a condescending, wealthy prick. “Fine with me. While you’re building bookcases, you can listen to your wife begging for her daddy’s thick cock.”

Oh, my, God.

I look at Molly, but she’s bopping her head to something in her ears—oblivious.

And then it sinks it.

What they are doing for me… I blink and blink, my eyes roaming the space, imagining the possibilities. I’ve been saving dream libraries on my Pinterest for as long as I can remember… “With a ladder?”

Donnie grins, and,God,that grin. “With a ladder.”

“Like Bell!” I beam.

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