This morning I realized that I had seen this girl a couple of times now, and I don't even have her phone number. Who does that? I normally don't ask, but this time I want to. I am starting to think the boys are right, I am p***y whipped, and I love it, even though my c**k won't agree.
As I come downstairs and enter the kitchen, the boys are already standing there and waiting for me. Yes, it took me, much to my own frustration, a bit longer to get ready than it normally would. The reason why I need to check my appearance ten times over does go beyond me.
Just as I enter the kitchen, Leo, one of my other men who work for me, comes walking through the front door. I watch the faces of Nolan and Mason drop, as they truly have never sat around the same table.
I turn to Nolan and Maso
