“What’s your work schedule like?” Sebastian asks.“Nothing until noon tomorrow,” I say sleepily. “And I want to talk to you, Mr. Sebastian Crown, about how you never told me who you really are.”He kisses my forehead and says, “This is who I really am. Bastian Crown is a different person entirely.”“I was the only one at the karaoke bar who didn’t know.” I pout at him.“I think you’re right, although I didn’t realize it at the time.” He frowns. Then, with a sigh, he pushes the frown away and says, “So, nothing for you until noon tomorrow?”“Nope.” I give a little stretch, appreciating the way their gazes move over me, even though I’m still wearing my dress, which is bunched up around my chest and held there with Sebastian’s belt.“Stay with us, then,” Kingston says. “Sleep over. We can talk tomorrow.”I can only nod. They take me out of my dress, finally, and tuck me naked into bed between them. The other day, I’d thought my version of heaven would include a sunny room with a grand pi
Falling for ThemDon't settle for the prince.I’m dating the son of a successful CEO. But because I work as a maid, my boyfriend treats me like a shameful secret.When my boyfriend drops me, his father and his father's best friend are waiting.They both want me to call them "Daddy." It’s so depraved, so filthy.And I must be filthy, too, because I love it.Falling for Them is the first book in Calista Jayne’s steamy MFM series, Cinderella’s Daddies! EllaThis vacuum is the quietest on the market. It’s quieter than my vibrator, even. Quiet cleaning appliances are important to a business like Maids in Heaven, because Maids in Heaven caters to the kinds of companies that require quiet, unobtrusive cleaning services. My boss at Maids in Heaven is always reminding us to work beneath our clients’ notice, to not draw any attention to ourselves.Until recently, I’ve done a damned good job of keeping a low profile.But through some fucking miracle, one of the higher-ups at Tyler Analytics, wh
After five more minutes of mindless vacuuming, I head to the supply closet and ease open the door. I step inside and close the door after me.The only light in the room comes from the crack at the bottom of the door, but I can smell Joel’s cologne so I know he’s already here.“Hey,” he says, embracing me in the darkness.I long to feel myself pushed up against the wall and fucked, but he merely holds me for a moment. I hug him back and accept his brief kiss. I hope he brought a condom, because even though he’s promised we’re exclusive, I’m not ready to trust him enough to fuck without protection.Been there, done that. Got the t-shirt from the STD testing clinic to prove it.My eyes adjust to the dim lighting. We’re surrounded by shelving units bearing cleaning supplies. I’m no stranger to this room—I frequently have to come in here to get my job done.Joel steps away, unfastens his pants, and pulls out his cock. I reach for him, eager to feel him inside of me, even though his track r
Joel winks before patting his zipper and leaving the cleaning closet—and leaving me behind, sitting in the darkness.I’m frustrated, my body craving a release it won’t get. Sure, I could finish myself off here, but the appeal is gone. Orgasming with a partner in a dark closet is hot. Orgasming alone in a dark closet is creepy.I can’t keep doing this with Joel. This isn’t healthy, is it? I wish I had a girlfriend to talk things over with. But right now, Joel’s my only friend.I’m left hollow at the thought that things have to end with him. Tears gather in my eyes, but I impatiently wipe them away. There’s no time for this. I have a job to do…for as long as I have a job, anyway.As I’m straightening my clothes and standing up, the cleaning closet door opens. Maybe Joel dropped his wallet or something.“Joel,” I say while I look toward the door.The fluorescent lights blaze on, and I gasp.I’m not looking at Joel.I’m looking at his father.EllaI’ve just finished giving head to Joel Ty
The maid appears in my mind’s eye, luscious, perfect. Sinfully sweet. I shake the image away. I don’t know where I went wrong with Joel, but I’m not like him. I’m not going to take advantage of someone who works under my protection.I try to lose myself in a pet project for a local charity, providing paid internships and occupational training to people in underserved communities. I swear out loud when I realize I’ve read the same draft of a press release four times without comprehending any of it.It’s that maid. I can’t get her out of my head. There’s something about her, and it’s not merely that I think she can do better than my asshole son.I know it’s terrible to think of him that way, but when it comes to women, he’s never seemed to treat them quite right. I hope someday that’ll change. It might be time for me to have a word with him. Again.A text appears on my phone, from Sebastian. If we don’t go to Vice, how are you going to find a date for the gala?“I don’t need a date,” I
He looks at it doubtfully—the loveseat isn’t even long enough for me to stretch out on, and I’m only five-four. Somehow, Tommy got all the height in our family, and all the charisma. I ended up with all the manners, which I make up for with my potty mouth.I close my eyes. He doesn’t even need to ask. “Fine,” I say. “Take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”“Thank you, sis,” he says, finishing off my general’s chicken. “You’re the best.”I go into my bedroom to stow my vibrator in a drawer so he doesn’t have to see that, then I quickly change the bedsheets. I snag the better blanket for myself, because if I’m going to be on the couch, I at least won’t be cold.When I come out of the bedroom, Tommy has already moved on to my carton of chow mein.Yeah, he’s a butthole in so many ways, but he’s the only family I have left.And at least he isn’t asking for money.Probably because he knows I don’t have any.SebastianOn Thursday, Kingston’s nowhere in sight when I arrive at Vice. Usually he’s s
I look away from them, not wanting to make them self-conscious or worried about attracting attention. My focus comes to rest on a familiar face. “They aren’t the only ones. That looks like Joel, over there.”“We’re getting too old for this place if we’re running into my kid,” King says, his smile disappearing.“He’s cozy with his date.”King’s head snaps up and he looks for Joel. “Where are they?”“Right over by the bar,” I say. “Making out.”“The fuck?” His eyes widen.“What is it?” I ask. Joel’s kissing the redhead, but not doing anything else I think King would object to.“That’s not his girlfriend,” King says. “I saw him with someone at work. What a little prick. I can’t believe I raised that kid.”“That’s because you didn’t,” I say. “His mother got her claws into him and turned him against you early on.”“It wasn’t that bad,” he grumbles.It was, but if he wants to tell himself a different story about it, that’s fine with me, I guess.“Well, maybe it’s just casual with the other
Joel finishes. It wasn’t great, but hey, I climaxed, and that’s unusual with us. I have only myself to blame that I’m not often satisfied, because nobody’s forcing me to stay in this relationship. I thought I could make it work, and I was wrong.I can’t do this anymore, I think as I straighten my maid’s uniform. I need to tell him. Break things off.Because thinking about his father while I’m fucking him? That’s all shades of wrong, isn’t it? Why can’t I stop?Joel grins at me. “Pretty good, huh?”“Yeah,” I say.Do it now. Break up with him. No job is worth feeling like crap all the time.But I need to afford food, rent.Find another job.I open my mouth to speak.“Well, I gotta get back to work,” Joel says, zipping up. “Oh hey, you’re my plus-one for the gala, okay?”The words on my lips, the ones where I tell him it’s over and I hope we can still be friends, refuse to leave my mouth. I swallow them down and stutter, “The—the gala?”“Yeah. The company gala. It’s in two weeks. Are you