My father dipped out when I was ten, but I can’t really blame him for that. Knowing the underhanded bullshit Granddad likes to deal in, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was forced away. But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt to have my dad disappear, never to be seen or heard from again.
And my grandfather, the patriarch of the family, he’s constantly ashamed of me.
He’s desperate for a male heir, someone he can hand his kingdom to and believe it’s going to be well taken care of, because obviously, there’s no way a woman could do it.
I internally roll my eyes at the absurdity.
But the truth is, I don’t want anything to do with Malone Enterprises. I never have.
In fact, there was a time in college when I considered changing my last name just so I wouldn’t be associated with it anymore.
I even went as far as looking into the process, but I decided not to go through with it at the time. Not because I was attached to the name itself, but because I figured I would eventually get married and change it anyway.
I’m pulled back to the warmth surrounding me when Rowan presses something sweet to my lips, and I open without argument.
The flavor bursts across my taste buds immediately, and a soft moan escapes without permission. How can they be so perfect as to have my favorite chocolate close for a moment just like this?
“What color are you at, Han?” Asher asks from behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder and his warmth radiating across my bare back.
There’s no chance I’ll ever be cold when these two are around.
Their body heat is more than enough to keep me toasty all year round.
“Green, Sir,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from crying.
I feel so much better without the weight of emotion sitting on my chest, but I’m ready for whatever they have planned next.
When I look up into Rowan’s eyes, he’s staring down at me with so much affection, my heart stutters in my chest.
I’d all but given up on anyone looking at me like this, but the reality is so much better than I ever hoped for.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us, Hannah?” he rumbles.
“I’m always a good girl, Sir.” My lips tip up into a smirk because everyone in this room knows that’s not true.
“Sure you are,” he deadpans.
Asher wraps his arms around me and lifts me from Rowan’s lap.
He carries me toward the bed. I expect him to toss me in the middle, but instead, he walks around the side of the huge mattress and positions me with my head over the edge and my feet near the bed head.
Once he has me where he wants me, he reaches toward the pile of things he brought in with him earlier. When I try to follow his movements, he tuts softly.
“Did I tell you to move, Hannah?”
“No, Sir.”
He hums as I allow my head to drop back again, just in time to watch Rowan strip out of his suit.
Sweet Jesus, I don’t know if I’m ever going to get used to seeing him naked.
The salt and pepper chest hair, the defined muscles that lead down to the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen…
He’s a work of art.
“You like what you see, baby girl?” he asks, catching me ogling him.
“You know I do, Sir.”
