For just a little longer.
25
DICK IS THE WORST
Margot
“If the dickgets to be too much, text me,” Rhys says as we climb out of his truck at the retreat center Wednesday morning.
“I can handle a little dick,” I reply, then glance at his crotch. “God knows I’ve been getting more than a little.”
“Ready and available anytime you want to pull me into a closet again.”
We had sex in the shower not thirty minutes ago, and my hair’s still wet, but a bulge is already growing behind his fly.
And now I’m also turned on as I shut the door.
Word is, Theo might stop by, but Jonas and Grey are steering clear of the retreat center this week, which has me relaxed enough that I’m good with the distraction of being turned on by Rhys at work.
“Talked to Decker yesterday,” he says to me while we head toward the main building, our arms brushing. “Told him I thought they should tell their parents.”
I glance up at him. “What did he say?”
“Nothing much. Think he’s still on the no drama is good drama train.” He glances down at me as we reach the door. “It’s gonna come out, Margs.”
“I know,” I say on a sigh.
It’s inconceivable to me that the triplets’ mom wouldn’t know who my father is.
Which means if the triplets tell their parents they know, they’ll also likely tell their parents that I’m their half sister, which would mean I’d need to come clean.
Pretending I’m another of Tobias Merriweather-Brown’s illegitimate children won’t last long once the triplets start googling.
My disguise is good, but notthatgood.
“Not trying to make trouble,” Rhys adds while we make our way into the staff room.
“I know. I respect where you’re coming from.”
“Figured you would.”
Warmth glows in my chest as I pin on my name tag.
He sees me.
He sees me enough to trust me when I tell him I don’t mean any harm by hiding my identity, and he trusts me enough to tell me the hard things too.
“I’ll tell them this weekend,” I say quietly. “After I help here, since they’re down a housekeeper already.”
The Miles2Go shareholder meeting was Monday. They approved Oliver’s choice for a new CEO, which means Oliver’s following through with his plan to give away all of his shares to the franchise owners as soon as I tell him I’m ready for him to proceed.
It’s time.
It’s time to ruin my father’s reputation and drive him into retirement.
And hope this works.
“I like them,” I confess in a whisper.
