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ion. "Well, I do care." I said nothing, sensing he was in one of his moods. There was no point in dwelling on the subject. He was a proud man, and the accident had sen

coffee for my parents. I would sneak into Bart's office and use his Keurig when I got to work. The fridge was no better, just a carton of eggs, milk, and a few other essentials. "Kitty, kitty, kitty." After feeding Schmoopes some, I gathered enough to make eggs and toast for all of us. I had just scrambled the eggs in a

o work. We need to be grateful and appreciative. She works really hard and we have all this because of her. Do you understand?" Timmy nodded, looking a little embarrassed. "I see." My dad smiled fondly, rubbing Timmy's back. "Good boy. Now go apologize to your mom and get ready for school." Timmy walked back to me, hugging me tightly around the

ould worry about me, and I would never put that burden on her. She had enough to worry about. We finished making breakfast for everyone and brought it into the living room. While we watched the morning news, we sat on our plush couch with Timmy. Dad sat down in his recliner and we all enjoyed a few minutes together before the hustle and bustle of the day began. "What time will you be home tonight?" Mom asked. "I'm not sure. I'm hoping to work some extra hours today. We have... a new co

cold and distant that it made me feel like I was nothing-meaning nothing to him. I couldn't let my attraction cloud my judgment. It didn't matter that he was somehow more gorgeous than when we'd first met, or that hearing my name on his lips had the same powerful effect on me that it had before. It didn't matter that the moment I saw him, I was overcome by a flood of memories-of his warm, naked body writhing against mine as his cock slid inside me for the first time. I turned off the

email when I heard the sound of the front door opening. Confused, I got up from my desk to see who had arrived so early. To my utter dismay, Jonah was strolling around the office, a motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm. "You're early." I glanced at the helmet he was carrying as he approached. That seemed odd for a business mogul, but what did

n't the only person in the office who couldn't afford to have their hours cut. It was one of the reasons I loved working for Bart. He cared and thought of us as people, not just expendable employees. "People have bills and lives," I reminded J