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Abeeping noise wakes me.Fucking hell. Why does that have to be so annoying? I roll over and slap my hand on the bedside table, wishing like hell the noise stops. I slap a few times before I manage to pick the phone up and hit the stop button. Flopping back down on my back, I blink a few times, trying my best to clear my blurry vision. I rest my phone on my bare chest - I hate wearing tops to bed, I normally just wear boxers, or nothing. Once my vision clears, I pick my phone up to check the time. Egh, it’s only nine-thirty. Why the hell did I set my alarm so early? I drop my phone on the bed next to me and scrub my hands over my face. I rack my brain, trying to think why I set a nine-thirty alarm. My sleepy brain clears and my memory comes back to me. I groan, remembering why I have to get upearly.

“Oh fuck,” I whine. Why me? I have two new clients today. Twins. Bubbly, bimbo twins. Shit, they sound like they live on helium when they speak. Luke, the little shit, booked them in under me. He knew they would grate on my nerves. Maybe I should give them his phone number and they can pester him later. I drag my body out of my warm, comfy bed and head for the shower. After turning the shower on, I take a look at myself in the mirror whilst the water warms up. I look like shit - I knew those bottles of beer were going to fuck with me today. Sighing, I run my hand over my jaw line, checking if I should shave. Rachel likes me clean-shaven but today I’m in a ‘fuck it’ mood. And to be honest, Rachel can fuckit,too.

I climb in the shower and let the water wash away the sleep. I need to wake the hell up. These twins want matching fucking fairy tattoos on their ankle. Fuck my life. Picking up my shower gel, I drop a dollop on my hand and start washing my body. Flashes of a past shower flick through my mind. Rachel was withmethen.

Istandunder the hot water, washing away the sea water. I had spent the day at the beach with the family. Rachel was in a good mood today, so she had joined us, and then come back to my place with me. Rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I feel two soft hands wrap around my trim waist; a pair of tits press into my back. Plump lips land on my shoulder and I shudder from the contact. This is what she doestome.

“Need any help?” Rachel asks, her voice sounding huskyandsexy.

“I could do. Do you know anyone that will offer their services?” Ireply.

“Funny, Mr Castle.” I turn to face her. Her long brown hair is damp from the water spray. I lift the shower gel and add a generous amount to my hand. Quickly placing the bottle back down, I rub my hands together, making the soap foam up. Our eyes never break contact. She smiles at me and I smirk back at her. I lower my hands to her perfectly round tits and start to rub the bubbles all over, messaging them equally. My fingers move down her torso, her lower abdomen. Finally, I slip my right hand between her legs. A moan escapes her lips and my cock jumps toattention.

“You like that?” I ask her. I slip my fingers between her pussy lips before she can answer and add pressure to herswollenclit.

“God, Jay, just make me come already,” Rachel whines. Always in a fucking hurry to get this over with. I rub her faster, making her pant and moan my name. She comes in a flash. That is the one thing I like and hate about our sex life: she can come mega fucking fast and she can prolong her climax. She drops her head forward onto my chest, panting and trying to catch her breath. She inhales and steps back from me. All my manly dreams of having a blow job in the shower are shattered when she steps out of theshower.

“I needed that, Jay. Thanks.” She picks up a towel and starts wrapping it aroundherbody.

“Thanks? What the living fuck, Rach?” Anger sears through me. I am so fucking sick of this shit with her now. I shut the water off and snatch up another towel, wrapping it around my hips before walking out of the bathroom. I ignore her as she walks out and starts drying herself. I yank open a drawer and pull out of a pair of workout shorts - no boxers - and walk out of thebedroom.

“Jay,” Rachel calls after me, but I ignore her. I take a deep breath and lean against the work top. Counting to ten in my head, I try to control the messed-up thoughts running through my mind. I need to work out if she is even worth carrying on with. “I called you,” she states from behind me, but I keep my backtoher.

“I heard you. But I need to calm down before I say shit I know I willregret.”

“Like what, Jay? I don’t get why you’re pissed at me.” Is she for fucking real? Always thinking of herself… Well, fuck her. I shake my head and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I throw myself down into my favourite recliner chair. I sense Rachel standing in the large open doorway, but Iignoreher.

“Is this because I didn’t get you off?” She shakes her head at me. She really is a pieceofwork.

“It’s not just that, no. You didn’t even fucking care enough to finish me off. You climaxed and fucked off. That shows how much you really think of me. Just go home, Rach.” I need time to calm down. She stands there for a few moments before marching off to my room to get her clothes. I pay her no attention when she comes storming back out. I keep my eyes closed, letting her know that I don’t want to speaktoher.

“Call me when you decide to grow the hell up, Jay,” With that she is gone. Her leaving makes me rethink thingswithus.

The doorbell bringsme back to the present, taking me from the last memory I have of Rachel. We haven’t been in contact for two weeks. I refuse to make the first move; she was in the wrong. I quickly rinse off and grab two towels from the heated towel rail, securing one around my waist as I walk to the door. I use the other towel to dry my hair. A glance at the kitchen clock tells me it’s nine-fifty. I swing the door open and see Addy standing there, smiling at me like butter wouldn’t melt. I knowbetter.

“What’s up?” I say, taking my smiling niece from her arms. Phoebe is now four months old, time as flown by. I am a big part in her life, a very active uncle. “How is my favourite girl?” I ask her. She babbles at me, which makes no sense, but hey, she’strying.

“Dex had an early client so I thought we could chill with you today,” Addy explains. Phoebe slaps my bare chest, bringing my attention to what I’m wearing – or rather, notwearing.

“Bollocks, dude, I have a ten-thirty appointment. Luke booked me in with twins. Sorry, chick.” I hand Phoebe back to her and say, “Let me throw some clothes on and we can head over to Castle Ink.” She takes Phoebe from me and I walk into my room. I dig through my clothes and throw on a pair of black jeans and a plain black t-shirt, before putting my socks and boots on and heading back out to where Addy is sitting with Phoebe tucked into the corner of the couch. Pillows swallowing her up, she looks so tiny still. She’s growing at a slow rate but she is healthy, and that’s the main thing. I pick up my wallet and phone off the little table and tuck them both in my jeanpockets.

I walk over and pick up my niece, while Addy grabs her nappy bag. We walk out to my brand new Ford Edge. I like big cars, and no, I am not overcompensating. I already have a baby seat in the back ready for Phoebe. Like I said, I’m an active uncle. Plus, the big boot comes in handy for when I have Deuce. Dex and Addy spoil this dog rotten. That once little shit is getting big. I took him to the vet once, and the bastard spewed all over my back seat. Lucky for him - and Addy - was that it was in my old car. Hence the bigger and newer car. I watch Addy strap the baby into her car seat and drop her baby bag onto thebackseat.

“You ready?” I ask. Addy nodsherhead.

“Yeah.” We both climb into the car and we set off for Castle Ink. Music plays softly through the speakers - not too loud to upset Phoebe. Addy leans around her seat and takes a photo of Pheebs falling asleep with her fist in her mouth. My darling niece is teething; and she is fussy allthetime.

“So, what's has been happening in Captain Awesome’s life, these days?” Addy asks me, adjusting her body in her seat so she’sfacingme.

I smile at her and answer, “I’m good, doll. Just taking each day at a time. How’s my niece coping with her new teeth breakingthrough?”

“She’s grumpy most of the time, only Dex seems to be able to soothe her. We’ve been using CalGel on her gums; that seems to help alittle.”

“I bet Dex is rubbing it in big that he can calm her better than you, huh?” I chuckle at the pout that forms onherface.

“He’s a bastard, that’s what he is. Using my daughter against me when he wants something - ‘Oh Ads, can you get me a drink, please?’ ‘Addy, can you make me a sandwich, please, baby?’ Fucker always uses the sweet voice, but when I tell him to piss off and stop being lazy, he tells me that Pheebs is sleeping on his chest and he can’t disturb her.” I can’t help but laugh out loud, making Phoebe jump in her car seat. She calms once Addy touches her chubby leg. Aww, the mother’stouch.

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