Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
"You seemed flustered when I was there with Jonathan. Even he said it. I thought Grace could help you get things under control."
"Everything is definitely under control."
"Really?" Her voice sounds high, as though she's struggling to hide her emotions. "Grace said you seemed overwhelmed by the group."
Of all the things Grace could have said about what she saw, me being overwhelmed isn't one of them. Maybe she was worried that Jonas's cock was too much for me, I think wryly, and snort before I consider how inappropriate that would sound on a business call.
"Something on your mind?" Kirsty asks.
"I'm definitely not overwhelmed. I'm handling everything like a pro." I have to bite my lip while I wait for her reply.
"I want to see something today. And I'm going to send you the photographer's images. They look great."
"You'll get something today. A draft. But I still have more interviewing to do." Oliver, my mind whispers. Oliver then Russell, without any restrictions. The awareness I feel between my legs is both exciting and frustrating. Exciting because I know that any urges I feel today can be satisfied. Frustrating because I know that once I leave this house, I'm on my own again.
At least I'll have the memories to remember them by.
But I can't keep ten huge purple cocks in my closet. What happens if I get run over and my parents need to clean out my things?
Why the hell do you care what your parents find in your closet after you're dead? So, let them think you're a kinky freak with a size fetish.
"Allie."
"Yes."
"I said, let me know which of the photos you think will work best for the cover and to complement the article."
"I will."
Kirsty doesn't bother to say goodbye. She rarely does. Too busy for niceties. She probably learned that withholding goodbyes makes a person appear more in control at a 'how to be a bitch in business' conference. I vow never to be that person, no matter how far up the ladder I climb.
I finish my coffee, keeping my eyes trained on the ocean, smiling as Natalie and her little family walk past. She doesn't see me in my secluded little spot, and I don't call out a greeting. It's so sweet to just watch them together, living life, enjoying each other's company. The men walk around her like she's the center of their universe. The kids run and laugh, with three dads who are eager to play with them. I'm a career girl right now, but I want the life that Natalie has. I want the security that comes with love, and the joy that comes with children.
I should focus my attention on the article, but instead my mind wanders, conjuring little faces of children I'll never have with the men still sleeping upstairs. Little boys with pretty light eyes and blond curls. Little girls with serious brows, round faces and straight noses. I imagine them snuggled against the muscular chests of their daddies, or tossed high into the air while they squeal with laughter. I imagine Russell reading them stories at bedtime and Jonas tickling them until they can't breathe. Clay would sort out their disagreements, and Stefan and Oliver would teach them impeccable manners. Tom and Gabe would soothe their cut knees and Jimmy would forge their love of sport. Carson would color with them, drawing fierce dragons and pretty princesses. Theron would build them tree houses and little wooden cars to ride around in.
Together, they would create the perfect family.
And me?
That's where it all falls down because I might dream about staying with all of them and forging an unconventional but happy life like Dawn and Natalie, and all the other women who find love that way. But that's me wanting to have my cake and eat it too. A ten to one ratio is great for the one but not so great for the ten. All these men have their own lives and their own dreams. I cannot become a deluded woman pining for something that just cannot be.
All I can do is keep my heart trained on what can be. I have three days left to enjoy being with these men. I can live out every fantasy I'll ever have and fill my memory bank with so much happiness and fulfillment to warm the colder days ahead.
Focus, I tell my wandering brain. I'll write whatever I need to keep Kirsty off my back. And then I'll enjoy, because the clock is ticking.
33
ALLIE
"Check out these photos," I say to Jonas and Jimmy, who are sprawled out on the low tan leather couches in matching poses like sexy bookends, focused on their phones. I step over Jimmy's outstretched legs and flop onto the seat between them, resting my open laptop on my knees. The men, who both smell amazing, and are permanently disarmingly gorgeous, lean in to view the screen more clearly.