Page 63 of Balance

I assumed it would have been a smaller event. Close friends and their families… not a fucking rager. I pluck up a towel from the counter and wipe off my forehead before I pull out my last casserole that just finished up. I straighten up the kitchen and set everything out on the island before I disappear into my bedroom.

I need a breather, a shower, and a nap.

Maybe a few orgasms.

The girls were up at the crack of dawn, so damn excited about the party and being able to play with other kids. Also about seeing their ‘aunts’ and ‘uncles’. I just want today to hurry the fuck up.

I dry off after my cold shower and blow dry my hair before braiding it down my back. I forgo makeup since I’m probably just going to sweat it all off again anyway. What’s the point?

I pull on a pair of jeans, a clean t-shirt, and pull on my leather jacket before stepping into a pair of my black boots.

Simple, easy, and a million times more underdressed than any of the other women that showed up. Even the wives are dressed to the nines.

No thank you. It’s forty degrees outside and I want to be comfortable.

I leave the comfort of my room and head back into the kitchen to grab a cookie before I head out into the madness. There are a few women mingling by the fridge, pouring themselves glasses of wine from the cabinet that wasn’t supposed to be opened today.

Shocker. Just taking shit that doesn't belong to you. They remind me of Betty’s daughters.

Stuck up, everything belongs to them, and they’re entitled to everything the world offers, just because they’re pretty and have rich men fucking them at night.

Man, I need to tone down this attitude before Morgan spanks me or something. My chest heats as I think about the last few nights we’ve had together.

Our experimenting, he is so nervous about hurting me… but then his shell cracks open and he pounds into me so hard that I see stars. Tying me up to his headboard, using toys, and spanking me when he says I’ve been naughty.

He even had me kneeling on the cold bathroom tiles as he showered for thirty minutes, all because I told him I was sleeping in my room that night.

He’s just delicious.

I never thought I would like something like this. Being submissive to a man of all species… but it’s Morgan. He’s safe. He’s perfect. He’s mine.

I know I still need therapy. I know I probably still need a lot of help. I’m slowly getting over my past, the way Morgan can take control and seem to be, well, controlling. But I trust this man somehow.

I hear someone clear their throat and I glance over to the gaggle of women. I try not to wrinkle my nose as they step closer, trying to keep a pleasant look on my face.

Blonde number one steps up and smiles at me. “You must be Lauren! Hi! I’m here for Landon, do you really live here?”

I cock a brow at them as I look the four of them over. They’re all wearing stilettos and what looks like the same designer dress, just in different colors. Hot pink, lavender, midnight black, and a gorgeous navy blue. I like that one.

“It's Lillian. Yep. I’m Morgan’s nanny. Anything I can help you out with before I head outside?”

The one of the far right hums. “I heard he’s single now. Can you put in a good word for us?”

I slowly blink at them as I back away. Didn’t Thing One say she was here with someone? Maybe they’re escorts or something. I have no idea what’s going on.

“Uh. No. He’s taken… by me. Thanks for the offer though. I’ll keep that in mind. Not sure all six of us would fit in his bed, if you know what I mean.” I finger wave at them as I hold myself back from racing out of the room.

Just, what the fuck. Why would anyone, even as someone’s nanny, who watches their children 24/7, put in a ‘good word’? How about you grow some lady balls and talk to him yourself?

Fuuuuuck. Was I even supposed to say anything? Are we keeping this under wraps?

Morgan finds me and stalks me with a wide smile on his face. His nose is a little red from the cold, but he’s probably used to it, living on the ice for hours upon hours every week.

He snatches me up in his strong arms and kisses my lips, swinging me around for a few beats before setting me down on wobbly legs. My face hurts from how wide I’m smiling.

“There you are. I was going to come drag you out of the kitchen. Come meet everyone.”

He leads me around the backyard and I meet more people than I think I ever have in my life at one time. I recognized James’s, Logan’s, and Landon’s names. I’ve already met Bianca, Nolan, and Marie before.

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