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I am light and effortlessly lifting away the thick haze of the unknown.

Daddy and I break for air. I move to my elbow with my back exposed to the cold air from the bedroom. I remember this being the exact situation I experienced before. It has more serenity today while the cold air is welcomed to my bare body.

I consciously close my arms around my swaying breasts and lean down to press them on my forearms. Someone’s hand is running hot trails up and down my back. It fights off the cold, and I appreciate the gesture, but mortification burns a lot hotter than the palm.

I plop my face down on the pillow and whine through the silken fluff, it’s loud, and it needed to be out before it consumes me. It does feel better now that it’s gone from my system; it’s as if it’s cleaning the mess of my memories.

“No need to be embarrassed, little princess,” Mr. Stephan said with a chuckle.

There is anabsoluteneed to be embarrassed.

I made a fool out of myself because my imagination was too wild and uncontrollable. They will never let me live it down, it will be in the back of my mind, and it will laugh at me for being a stupid girl. I could have just talked to Daddy, but I was a coward.

There was never time to ask, and that is my excuse for this.

I wish there is a thing that can just delete a selection of my memories.

“Ours,” Mr. Stephan says, and Daddy’s claim on me comes back.

It’s the closest thing to a competition.

Epilogue

Pepper

Four Months Later.

I want to see how much I can get away with it.

It’s not every day my two Daddies are this lenient. It’s as if something is brewing in the distant horizontal. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s about to come, and I’m going to milk the patience out of them while I still can.

I might get punished for it later, but that’s a risk that I’m willing to take.

“Daddy, can I touch your hair?”

Mr. Stephan looks over his broad shoulder. The silence stretches before he turns and tips his head down. Without even asking what I’m doing, he just let me run my hair through his perfectly combed brown hair with my wiggly fingers.

The mess on his hair throws out the unapproachable aura around him. His business façade leaves the moment he lets me run my fingers through them.

He doesn’t ask, nor does he blink an eye when I press my lips to his as he starts to straighten his back.

This was too easy. I have to bring up the challenge with Daddy.

I turn and run out of the bedroom to search the other man. He should be somewhere in this ginormous mansion, and if not, then he would be in his office doing work.

Finding Daddy in the middle of his work on the computer in his big office is not weird; it’s quite the common phenomenon as it is practically his second home other than the company.

There are countless floors of his international sweets company.

It’s not all his. It belongs to Mr. Stephan as well as they both started the company while Mr. Stephan went overseas to rub more elbows with rich investors.

It’s amazing how hard they work to bring this company from a simple office to an international sensation that has their packaged sweets in all the stores. Some are for local business, and some that have more extravagant ingredients are sold through exclusive sellers that cater to the rich and powerful.

My taste buds are the worst, and even I could tell the difference between the cheaper ones from the expensive ones. Everything that comes out of the company is ridiculously good, and I have the benefit of tasting every single one of them. I can simply walk in the production set to have a feast on the freshest batch of goodies, and they wouldn’t even be able to stop me.

Daddy gave me all the exclusivities to the sweets, and all the employees know me as Daddy’s lover.

Girlfriend doesn’t sound serious, and Daddy hadn’t popped the question yet, so fiancée is out of the question.

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