“What?”Was this real?
We arranged for Saul to drop it off in thirty minutes.
Weird how my issues with me sleeping with two brothers had been pushed aside now my future was looking less uncertain. Not that money was going to make me fucking both any more palatable. Tomorrow I’d be back to wondering how I’d messed things up to a degree that I’d fallen for two men and that might tear their relationship as brothers apart. I was a home-wrecker.
But uppermost in my mind were the details in Father’s letter and why’d he chosen to gift me the office. I was ecstatic—or would be if it weren’t for my other troubles—but with all the upheavals, starting with the death of my father, I refused to see a way out of my financial mess until those papers were in my hands.
The thirty-minute wait for Saul had my mind going places such as picturing Tanner’s cock and Huston’s length. No, one thing at a time, but as that thought popped into my head I visualized both their dicks.
I raced into the bathroom, flung off my clothes and jumped into the shower. Standing under the cold water did little except make me shiver. My hand crept to my dick but chattering teeth and trembling hands didn’t entice me to jerkoff.
Damn! I stomped out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of water leading into my bedroom. Once dry and clothed, I tore down the stairs, peering from behind the curtains as I waited for Saul.
And when he arrived, I went out to greet him. He didn’t come empty-handed. As well as the letter, there was cake, quiche, lasagna, and soup.
“You can freeze these.” Saul handed me the bag of goodies. “But this is what you’re waiting for.”
While I was eager to read the letter, I couldn’t ignore Saul. I loved him and Molly. But perhaps he was more attuned to my needs than I thought. He clapped me on the back and said, “I’ll leave you but Molly wanted me to ask if your roommates are nice. She’s worried you might not get along with them. And as I was the one who found you this place, Molly would never forgive me if you were unhappy.”
He paused and something flashed over his face. Maybe he was thinking that I had every reason to be unhappy. Poor, Saul. He had no idea what he was getting himself into and if I told him, he and Molly would worry even more.
“They’re really nice.”That much was true.
“I’m so glad. Molly will be relieved to hear that.”
I waved as he drove away and walked into the house reading my father’s letter, with the other papers tucked under my arm. Saul was right. The office was in my name. No more leases or rents. It was mine. I skimmed the deed and it appeared legit. It had my signature so I must have signed it. Father used to put papers in front of me and tell me to sign. This was probably one of those. I had to get it checked out by a lawyer but then I remembered I couldn’t really afford one.
While I was in a much better place financially than when I got kicked out of my home, my income wasn’t enough for legal fees.
Returning to the letter, I read that the bank account was in the name of my charity and there were enough funds to keep the charity running, pay salaries, including something for me for…” I did a quick calculation in my head. “Approximately five years.”
I wouldn’t be buying champagne and caviar but it would pay my rent, food, utilities and have some left over. With the money I was getting from the car lease, I’d be comfortable.
There was something else in the envelope and I dug it out. It was a note in my father's secretary’s—now former secretary’s—handwriting.
Your father asked me to send this to you just before his death. I forgot about it when he died suddenly and I was forced into retirement.
Father had paid Evelyn an excellent salary, a pension and she had a tidy nest egg. She had been close to retirement. That would have been one more burden if she’d been living in poverty.
Slumping onto the sofa, I wondered when Charles would discover this. I suspected he had forensic accountants going through everything but that would take ages. If he tried to retrieve the office saying father wasn’t of sound mind, he had access to lawyers which I did not. But I couldn’t worry about that now and I shot off an email to the staff with the good news.
With my financial worries solved for the moment, my mind wandered to Tanner and Huston. I couldn’t text one and not the other and if we spoke, their voices alonewould get me hard.
I turned off the light, pulled a cushion over my head and lay still on the sofa. Perhaps I should meditate. One of my colleagues swore it helped him relax.
I was almost asleep when the front door creaked as someone opened it. The room was dark and there was nothing nearby that I could whack an intruder with. But as my mind scrambled for how to get out of this situation, a scent, similar to Huston and Tanner’s but with its own unique twist slapped me in the face.
Gods no, not again.
I flipped on the light. An alpha whose features reminded me of the two men I’d fucked stood frozen in the doorway. He was gorgeous and my cock hardened. I was tempted to yank my pants down and beg him to suck me off.
“No. No, this can’t be happening.” He raked his fingers through his hair.
“Wait, that’s my line!” I shouted.
“Candrin. But you can’t be mine. You’re Huston’s.”
“Hey, I’m nobody’s anything.” I was peeved at him thinking I belonged to Huston.
