“About what?” Dalton turns his attention to me.
“Flex suggested I open a rooftop restaurant for Venom. I was thinking about opening a second location and—” He cuts me off.
“Hell yes.” Not the reaction I was expecting.
“Really?”
Flex sits back with a smug grin. “I’m a genius. What would y’all do without me?”
“Ask Gracie for her opinion.” Everyone smiles. When Flex and Helena were in the hospital, our Venom family took it upon ourselves to help with their daughter, Gracie. She’s a smart little thing and has all of us wrapped around her finger.
“My little bear is very intelligent. She could probably give us some sound career advice.” His chest puffs, every inch the proud daddy. I look to Helena, sitting on her heels at his side, a delicate leash around her neck. Her gaze is stunning as she watches Flex discuss their girl.
I pull up a chair between Dalton and Flex, spying Dalton’s wife, Nadia, in the same position as Helena, sitting at her Master’s feet.
“I’d like to sit down with you both this week and have Carter there too. I’ve been contemplating it since you first suggestedit, Flex. It’s a stellar idea. Ninety percent of our patrons have money to burn and high-end taste.”
“Exactly.”
“Many members already dine at Dulip before coming here, so I wouldn’t be losing any clientele. It’s a win-win.”
“I’m excited about this idea.” Dalton Callaghan doesn’t mess around when it comes to business. Venom is a drop in the ocean of his empire. If he’s pumped about this idea, I’d be an idiot to pass it up.
“Great. I’m going to put together some of my ideas before we meet, so we can hit the ground running.”
“Is that a yes, then? We’re doing this?” Flex asks, giddy at the prospect.
“Yes.”
“Then we need to toast our new venture.” He signals Eli to bring some champagne and glasses.
“Come sit on my lap, pet. We’re celebrating.” Helena is quick to take him up on the offer, pressing her lips to his in a fervent kiss before turning her attention to the rest of us.
Dalton then permits Nadia to do the same, and just like that, we’ve got a party on our hands. It really has me hyped to get going on this project.
“Where’s your sub tonight, Ry?”
“She should be in my playroom right now, naked and frustrated.”
“Nice. Now I know who’s catering the training suite grand opening,” Flex suggests. “I thought I was going to come back to a fully functioning level three, and you guys just couldn’t survive without me.”
“It’s your brainchild. There’s no way any of us would’ve agreed to that.”
“You’re going to make me cry, Ry.”
“Yeah, when I peg you with my massive cock.” Dalton and Matteo descend into a fit of laughter.
“We all know I’ve got the biggest cock here. Even with zero blood pumping in my veins, I could’ve gotten it up if necessary,” Flex quips.
“That’s called rigor mortis.” We always make fun of each other, but I see the way Helena shifts on his lap.
“Emerald,” she whispers in his ear. Dom’s can read a submissive’s body language in seconds, even when she’s not ours.
“All right, gentleman, on that note, I’m going to take my devastatingly gorgeous wife to our playroom for a while before we call it a night.”
“Sorry, Helena,” I apologize. She immediately schools her face.
“Nothing to be sorry about. I’m just horny, and I can’t scream my Dominant’s name at home, or I’ll wake our daughter.”
