Every part of me screamed to ignore it, but you didn’t ignore Antoine. Ever.
I’d learned that the hard way when I ignored his call and then the next thing I knew I had a murder of crows following me down the street.
“Shit,” I deflated, rolling away from Tate to pick up the phone.
Tate pressed open-mouth kisses along my neck and shoulder. “Ignore it.”
“Can’t. My dad.” My eyes closed, leaning into his touch before hitting the answer button. “Yes, sir?”
“Sir?” Tate chuckled quietly in my ear. “Kinky.”
I rolled my eyes, pushing him off to stand.
“I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear that,” Antoine’s stern cultured voice came over the line.
“It was just my friend.” I shot Tate a glare as I pulled on my pants. “What did you need?”
A few clacks of the keyboard told me Antoine was in his office. “I wanted to check in on your progress.”
I froze, eyes darting to Tate before grabbing my shirt off the floor. “Uh, school’s great, dad. Thanks for asking.” I waved a hand at Tate, indicating this would take a while.
Tate pouted, then pulled the blankets back to display him in all his glory.
I gaped at him, forgetting what I was doing for a second. Tate grinned and wagged his brows at me before hiding his monster of a cock under boxers.
“Jaquelynn!”
Ripping my eyes away from Tate’s tempting sight, I focused on my phone. “Yeah, I’m here. Sorry. I got distracted.”
“Uh-huh,” Antoine hummed.
“Hey Jacki-o!” Drake’s voice called out.
“Hey,” I muttered, turning my back on Tate. “I can’t really talk right now.”
Tate tapped me on the shoulder, fully dressed, pointing out the door. I smiled and nodded. Tate leaned down and smacked his lips against mine.
“Bye,” I mouthed.
“What was that?” Drake asked, alarm in his voice. “Did you just kiss someone?”
“What?” I scoffed, laughing. “No.”
“You’re lying,” Allister’s voice added to the conversation. “She always makes that little noise when she lies.”
Gritting my teeth, I growled into the phone. “Did you want something?”
“Yes,” Antoine answered, then spoke to the others. “If you wish to talk to our daughter, you can call yourself.”
There was some arguing in the background before a door slammed shut. Then beneath my palm, my phone buzzed, telling me several texts had come through, likely from my other dads.
“Now, that is taken care of.” Antoine sighed. “You were telling me about your progress?”
Sitting on the bed, I worked on putting my shoes on. “Are you calling as my dad or as the council?”
There was a pause.
“Both.”
