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My mind races.

Would he do that?

“That bitch broke his brain, Dexter! The pressure to be fucking Martha Argerich. The pressure broke our brother’s mind.” Donnie pumps his fist at his sides. “It doesn’t work in a normal way anymore. It’s on fire. A burning house. He gets triggered, he loses his way, and we bring him back. It is a constant. I have been doing this for over a decade. This, right now, is the best he has ever been!”

“He hasn’t cut himself for months,” I say, my voice shaking as I move further into the room. “Not since before we moved in here.” Dexter looks straight at me, blue eyes, stunning but hard. “He has an app. Five-months SH free,” I add. “He is playing piano. He told me he hasn’t played in years.”

“Baby Girl,” he gushes, soft for me. “I appreciate that you love him and that you enjoy him, but I swore to myself that I would be here, that I would help him now.”

“He is perfect the way he is,” I press.

“Help him!” Donnie growls, taking a step towards his big brother. I reach out and grab his forearm, stopping him from taking another. “If you push this” —he points at his chest— “if you push him, you will destroy him."

I tug on his arm. “Let’s go see Molly.” I try to redirect his fire-filled gaze and manage to get his shoulders to lower. “She will be missing her dad.”

Now is not the time.

Everyone is fuelled.

Tired. Raw.

“I don’t want to hurt him. I just want to help,” Dexter assures, but his tone still holds a weight of authority that churns my nerves. As though he believes the call is his, that he knows what is best. “I have three weeks to catch up on everything before the investors meet with me. I have a lot of work to do, I can’t…” His words trail to a rough sigh.

“Well”—reaching into his pocket, Donnie retrieves his cigarette packet like they are a tether for his temper— “like I said, brother. Take your time. Take the company. See the investors.” He draws out a cigarette and grits it between his teeth. “Sort out your life, your business, but Tyler is mine.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

VALLIE

One week later

The twins and Dexter are disjointed.

I am the only thing they have in common at the moment, the only thing that brings them together each morning for breakfast. I’m not a great cook, Donnie is, but I force myself to make breakfast each day to ensure they will interact.

Pleasantly.

But reserved.

We are teething.

Tonight, Dexter is meeting a business associate from his past, and he wants me there as a distraction.

According to Dexter, my overflowing breasts tucked into aPretty Womaninspired twenty-thousand-dollar off-shoulder, red dress will do the trick.

I swallow. Feeling exposed, round, and tucked into it like a sleeping bag, I try to work through my vulnerabilities. Remembering, he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me, so… It isn’t up to me to decide whether he finds me sexy or not. It’s up to him.

I gaze across at Dexter as the black limo heads towards the grand Sky Restaurant, otherwise known as The Revolving Restaurant, in the city centre.

I’ve never been here before because it is impossible to get a booking. They open for reservations every three months and sell out within five-minutes, but… I roam the luscious attire of Dexter Vaughn in his tailored, black, three-piece Tom Ford suit, with his freshly shaved jaw, the smoothed angle of a diamond—just too damn hot for words. I want to stare and stare… Apparently, there are VIP places that the peasants aren’t privy to. And that is me now, a VIP.

Vallie VIP.

@CurvyandBookedVIPVallie

My skin is still humming, cheeks glowing pink with arousal from the finger-fucking he gave me five minutes ago on the leather seats. I told him that Eva and Gideon, fromBared to You, like to play in modes of transportation. He told me that what I want, I get from him. He spread me out and fingered me until I came over the shiny, cream upholstery.

“You look stunning when you have just come on your daddy’s fingers.” His voice is husky and delicious.

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