Page 4 of Tempted By her Daddies

You cannot punch him in the dick.

That would involve touching his dick.

You would have to touch his dick in order to cut it off as well.

Stop thinking about his damn dick!

“Can you please go and put some clothes on.” There, that sounded nice and polite, didn’t it?

Even if it wasn’t actually a request and was said in a low, commanding voice.

“Nope.”

He swore that this man was sent to test him.

Chill.

You are in control of your emotions.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t have any.”

Salem ran his hand down his face. Again.

Deep breaths. Again.

“. . . hasn’t done the laundry.”

“What?” he asked. “Evette hasn’t done the laundry? That’s not like her.”

“She’s on holiday.” Alexei gave him a strange look. “It’s written on the calendar. The one you insisted on using to keep us all on track. And it’s in your handwriting.”

“But her holiday isn’t until March.”

“Dude. It is March. What is wrong with you? Haven’t you noticed that she hasn’t been here? Ahh, no, you wouldn’t have since you’re never here.”

“Are you missing me?” Salem asked as he moved past the other man.

Who didn’t even move.

Bastard.

Walking into the kitchen, Salem stood in front of the calendar.

Shit.

Evette was on holiday. She’d left four days ago on a four-week break.

Fuck.

He’d sent a request to an agency but then forgotten to follow through.

You’re forgetting a lot at the moment.

“See, if you were around more, you’d know that Evette is away. Which means there is no food in the fridge. No one is making sure Roman eats. Or that he has clean clothes. Or that I have clean clothes.”

“You know how to use a washing machine!” Salem told him.

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