Chapter Twelve
Three Years Later…
I lie alone in bed, staring up at the ceiling.Every bone in my body aches and I really donotwant to get up.
The past week has been hectic as Hell and one I wish I could have spent elsewhere.Anywhere besides DC.
I’m not looking forward to today.
At all.
Tomorrow, yes.
Today?
Not so much.
I drag myself out of bed and into the shower without bothering to make coffee.I’m running later than anticipated because I hit snooze on my alarm a few times instead of getting up when I should have.
Ugh.
I nearly trip over boxes on my way to the bathroom.I know this is a necessary part of life, but it suuuucks.
Twenty minutes later, I’m in an Uber and heading to my destination.
When I approach the security checkpoint, I’m quickly scanned and passed through after being issued a special hard pass due to my status as a former Senator.
And a listed guest.
I don’t need a guide.I know my way around this building.
I’m almost there when a heavy hand lands on my left shoulder, scaring the crap out of me.I turn to find Liam scowling at me.“You’re late.”
“Sorry, Ma—Sir,” I correct myself mid-word.We’re in public and I really shouldn’t be calling him Master right here.
He arches an eyebrow at me.“He’snothappy.You know I won’t interfere, either.”
He’s talking like there aren’t people streaming past us on either side.My face feels like it’s beet red at this point.“Sorry, Sir.”I also know what he means—he’ll let Daniel punish me for being late.
My cock thickens at the thought.
“Let’s hurry.”I follow him and in a few minutes, we’re standing with a group of others watching as Congressman Effings is sworn in for yet another term.
Daniel stands on the other side of the room with a group of staffers.Today is his last day, and he’s had a hectic month making sure his replacement is ready for the job.Liam’s been busy wrapping up the last of his tasks ahead of his official final day next week.
Meaning the bulk of packing up the townhouse to get everything shipped to Massachusetts has fallen on my shoulders.
Not that I mind.We’ve been moving things there during the past six months so it wouldn’t be such a chore now, but after living there for over eighteen years, there was an understandable accumulation of things that needed to be sorted, culled, boxed, and readied for shipping.
While I did pass the bar in Massachusetts, and make sure I take care of my yearly requirements to stay licensed to practice there, my only “job” since moving in with my men has been to take care of them.I handle some pro bono cases on occasion, and volunteer my services for clients of a domestic violence shelter, but other than that, my life is relatively free of complications or responsibilities besides my men.
I’ve even managed to avoid Olivia, who still works out of DC.Not sure how she finally escaped her family’s grip.I was certain they’d be lining up a new husband for her as soon as the ink dried on our divorce decree.
As for me?
I’ve never been happier in my life.
Once the swearing in ceremony ends, Daniel makes his way over to us, arching an eyebrow at me.
