As soon as I thought that, my chest tightened. Years of suppressing those feelings, and here he was undoing all that in a matter of seconds.
“What were you saying about the cameras, Tech?” Sara asked, snapping me out of it.
I blinked a few times before repeating myself. “The cameras on the west wing are glitching.”
“Okay. Well, let us take the nannies to meet the kids, and then we can come back to see what’s going on. By the way, Debbie and Will, this is Tech. Tech, these are the nannies we hired.”
I shook Debbie's hand and then Will’s. As soon as his hand was in mine, an all-too familiar feeling shot through me. I hadn’t felt this way since… NO!
I dropped his hand like hot lava. I couldn’t do this.
After the girls told me they were taking the nannies to meet the kids, they made a quick exit. Will was the last to leave.
I couldn’t help but notice his slim figure. He wasn’t tiny by any means, but compared to my stature, he was. He was small and lean with an ass you didn’t see on most men. Involuntary thoughts invaded my mind of what it would be like to have him in my arms. Against my will, my cock grew in my pants.
Right before he walked out the door, he turned to me. Whatever he saw caused his eyes to widen before he quickened his steps. I stood there, not understanding what the hell had just happened. A part of me didn’t want to get into it. I just wanted to forget.
Locking up the cave, I went in search of a club bunny. Any one of them would do. They would be just the distraction I needed. As long as I avoided the nanny.
Chapter Three
WILL
ONE MONTH LATER
Things at the clubhouse were going great. I had already fallen in love with this place. Watching the dynamics between everyone was fascinating. I had never seen anything like it. They were a true family around here. It was kind of bittersweet to watch at times. I longed to have a bond like this with my own family. I knew it would never happen, though.
My mother would always do anything to make Elliot happy. And my father hadn’t been in my life since I was four. Once he remarried, he was completely focused on building a family with his new wife. After years of trying to get my father to spend time with me, my mother packed our bags and moved us back to her hometown, Kissimmee, Florida.
Once we got back, things got better. It was just me and her and it was perfect. My mom was kind of like my best friend. It was like that until she met Elliot. Gone was the woman I knew. I guess, after years without any companionship, she became desperate to hold on to a relationship. Even if it meant turning a blind eye to her husband's mistreatment.
Elliot never raised a hand to me, but there was plenty of verbal abuse. All because I was different from other little boys. I think just like me, my family saw early on that I was gay, and that’s where all the snarky comments started. For years, I kept to myself. I wasn’t ashamed of who I was, and I wasn’t about to kiss anyone’s ass or change. Either you accepted me for who I was, or you didn’t. It was no sweat off my back.
Recently, my mother had been calling me nonstop, trying to get me to come home for a family dinner. I wasn’t ready to do that. I knew exactly how the night would end. So, I had stopped taking my mother’s call and focused on myself. I knew I couldn’t avoid them forever, but for now, I wouldn’t allow them to disturb my happiness.
Debbie and I had a good routine going. Every day we spent most of the day at Crystal’s home with the babies. Then, once the older kids were out of school, Crystal would pick them up and bring them here. Once the older kids arrived, that’s when things would get a little more chaotic. Nothing unmanageable, though.
“Da-da,” Angel whined, breaking my thoughts. She was using the coffee table to help balance herself as she stood in front of Crystal. Her eyes were misty while her face wore the biggest pout.
Crystal leaned forward. “Don’t cry, Granny’s baby. Daddy will be home soon,” she cooed.
That didn’t help at all. Angel threw her head back, releasing a cry. “Da-Da,” she cried out.
Angel was a daddy's girl through and through. In such a short time of being here, I knew that if Angel wanted her father, then we would have to make it happen, or we would be facing the wrath of a furious eleven-month-old.
Crystal continued to try and calm Angel down, but nothing worked. Eventually, she pulled out her phone and called Viper, putting him on speaker.
“What’s up, Ma?”he asked when he picked up. Before Crystal could answer, Angel released another shrill cry.“Why is my baby crying like that?”His voice was filled with concern.
Crystal shook her head with a grin. “She’s crying for you. I’ve tried calming her down, but nothing is working.”
“Well, have one of the nannies bring her to my office at the clubhouse. I have some important paperwork that has to get done today.”
“Are you sure, Viper? If you have work to do, I can try?—”
“Ma, I’m sure. I can multitask. I don’t want my baby crying like that.”
I smirked, knowing that Angel had Viper effortlessly wrapped around her little finger. Anytime she got like this, he would normally stop what he was doing and come home.
