Page 49 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

A text message from Elena popped up on my phone, and I glanced toward the offices before I checked it.

Missed you at lunch again. Meet after work to catch up?

I chewed my lip and considered before typing back.

Sure.

I could spend a few minutes with Elena before I made my way to the penthouse for the night. Message sent, I twirled in my chair, contemplating how I’d get my work finished for the day when all my brain cells had evaporated.

Thankfully, no one seemed to mind. I kept the schedules up to date, but reading a report hadn’t happened in a week.

They’d driven me to distraction in the best possible way, and my performance took a steep nose dive. My work performance, anyway. My sexual performance had never been better.

But Elena had noticed something was off too. This wasn’t the first time she’d messaged me about missing lunch.

I’d given her the same excuse every time, usually alternating between saying Viktor, Misha, or Leo needed me.

I still didn’t refer to them by their first names unless we were alone, and Elena hadn’t pressed for details.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blissful haze. To the point that I was still smiling when I met up with Elena outside the front doors.

She eyed me up and down. “Seems they cannot live without you. Not even for lunch.” Her lips puckered. “I am not sure that is healthy, Peyton.”

“It’s fine.” I waved off her comment. “It isn’t permanent.”

“No? What would they do without you if they cannot make it through a single business hour without you under their thumb?”

I bit back a giggle at that, then let it out because Elena wouldn’t be able to understand why I laughed so hard. I’d definitely had my clit under their thumb on more than one lunch. “I’m not irreplaceable. I’m just good at my job, and we’ve entered a busy season for the company.”

“Busy season?” Elena’s brows furrowed. “If it is so busy, why have so many been fired?”

I didn’t have an explanation for that, so I shrugged. “That’s just what I’ve been told.”

My lies were turning flimsier by the second, so I did my best to redirect the conversation to something more fun. “Did you hear about the gala happening at the end of the year?”

Elena let me change the subject, but her expression told me she remained unconvinced.

Had I gotten too careless with our secret meetups? The last thing I wanted was for people to find out. People would look at me differently, and I’d had enough of that. Not to mention the hostile work environment our relationship would create.

I listened to Elena and made a plan to talk to them tonight.

By the time Elena and I caught up, I barely had time to drive over to the penthouse without having to text that I’d be late.

Leo met me at the elevator, as he usually did, and I was struck as always by the opulence of his home.

The stark white walls should have been intimidating, but the bright splashes of color from the abstract art he preferred warmed the space.

“That looks says you have something to say.” Misha pressed a glass of wine into my hands. “Might as well say it now and get it out of the way.” He tensed, just slightly, but enough for me to take a long look at his face. Was he worried?

“As much as I am loving the things we’re doing at work, I’m afraid people are going to catch on. I can’t concentrate on my job.” I paused and sipped the wine. All three men stared at me.

Talk about intimidating.

“Has anyone said anything?” Leo asked.

I shook my head. “Not about that. My friends have noticed that I’m missing lunch. They’re not suspicious, but I’m afraid they will be if I keep spending all my time in your offices.” I’d fought with this all the way here, worrying how they’d react. Tears gathered, and I sniffed them back. “I understand this is a bit late, and you might not appreciate taking a step back.” The rest of what I’d planned to say failed me.

I couldn’t tell them I understood if they wanted to end things, because that would be an outright lie.