Page 55 of Double Daddies
Chapter Fourteen
DD Estate, Dreamer’s Cove, fifty miles south of the Cayman Islands
Elle
The helicopter descended toward a stunning Mediterranean-style mansion nestled against rocky cliffs. The estate sprawled across manicured lawns, with its white exterior gleaming in the Caribbean sun. A series of elegant arches lined the front, leading to an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the sapphire ocean beyond.
“It’s beautiful.” Elle’s breath caught as she took in the two-story structure with its pristine white roof and floor-to-ceiling windows. Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze, and perfectly maintained gardens created a lush border around the property.
The sheer opulence before her made Elle’s stomach clench. This wasn’t just wealth. This was dynasty-level money. The kind of affluence that built empires and toppled governments. Her small bakery, successful as it used to be and still could be, suddenly seemed insignificant. These men bought and sold businesses worth billions without blinking. The disparitybetween their worlds struck her hard. Why would billionaires with unlimited options choose a simple baker from Texas? She could name a dozen socialites who would kill for this opportunity. Women who understood their world of privilege and power. Women who belonged here.
Feeling somewhat out of place, her gaze drifted to the opposite side of the island, where several cottages dotted the landscape with their white-washed walls, a stark contrast against the verdant foliage.
“I thought you lived here alone,” she said with marked curiosity.
“The smaller cottages house our staff. They’re locals who maintain the property all year round,” Drake explained. “The larger ones are guest accommodations for when we entertain friends.”
Elle’s lips curled into a sneer. “Let me guess, parties with like-minded people? ALittleorgy festival?”
Damian’s expression hardened. “That comment shows how little you understand about being a Little. This isn’t about sexual exploitation, and unless it’s something you need, we will never force you to be with another Daddy. Yes, we host gatherings with other Daddies and their Littles, but not for the crude purpose you’re implying. If you’re expecting some kind of depraved sex party, you’ll be sorely disappointed. Every interaction on this island is strictly consensual.”
Heat crept up Elle’s neck at his stern rebuke. She pressed her lips together, thoroughly chastened into silence as they approached the helipad.
As the rotors wound down, Drake got out, opened the door, and reached in to lift her from the seat.
“I’m not helpless,” she said, slapping at his hands. “I can get out by myself.”
Ignoring her protest, he lifted her out as his steel-blue eyes met hers. “Maybe so, but now you don’t have to anymore.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. More than any contract or agreement, that simple statement revealed exactly what these next three months would bring—a complete surrender of her independence, whether she was ready or not.
Elle’s heels clicked against the paved path as they approached the mansion. The setting sun painted the sky in brilliant strokes of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the property’s elegant façade. Landscape lighting began to twinkle among the palm trees and garden paths.
“We designed this place with the sole aim of being suitable for hosting the three generations of the family we aim to have, hence the nine bedrooms,” Drake said, his hand resting lightly on her lower back as they walked.
Elle stopped abruptly, turning to face them. “Nine? Just how many kids do the two of you already have?”
“At the moment, none.” Drake's voice carried a hint of suggestion. “But we hope to change that soon.”
Her cheeks flushed at the implications of his words as they entered through imposing double doors into a grand salon. Her mouth dropped open at the soaring ceilings and walls of windows that seemed to bring the ocean inside. Crystal chandeliers caught the dying sunlight, scattering rainbows across the marble floors.
“This is... overwhelming,” she whispered, more to herself than them.
“Come, let’s show you around.” Damian led her through the main floor. “The chef’s kitchen should interest you particularly.”
Elle’s professional interest piqued as they entered a kitchen that would make any restaurateur envious. She gawked at the gleaming stainless-steel appliances, double ovens, and a massivecenter island with a marble waterfall countertop. It was a baker’s paradise.
“Through those French doors is one of the loggias,” Drake pointed. “Perfect for morning coffee or afternoon tea.”
They moved through the house, each room more impressive than the last. Elle’s head spun as she struggled to take it all in. The feeling of misplacement firmly settled in her mind.
Through the window, the black mosaic tiles of the pool created a mirror effect against the darkening sky, capturing her attention.
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
Drake smiled at her fascination. “The pool is exactly one mile for every hundred laps,” Drake mentioned casually. “I’m an avid swimmer.”
“Of course you are,” Elle muttered under her breath, then louder: “Is there anything you two aren’t perfect at?”
