All Yours Daddies (by Mirabella) novel Chapter 37

SARAH

I am enraged, and my continuous breaths—in and out—no matter how many times I try to do it doesn’t seem to help. They really kept me in here to punish me for flirting with the pilot, and with my hands tied above my head?

My shoulders become numb at some point, I can barely feel them there anymore. I’ve tried to sleep countless times, only to end up waking up in less than ten minutes, not that I could count anyways.

At some point, the door opens. I try to jerk up as much as my hand would allow me, closing my legs immediately.

I look up to see a hostess dragging my luggage into the room. Her cheeks are tomato red when she sees me, titties out, hair a mess, dried cum all over my face, and my hands bound.

She clears her throat.

And I just want to crawl into some hole and die.

“Mr HawkThorne asked that I bring this to you.” She says, rolling the box over to the side of the bed.

“You’ll be landing soon, so he wants you to clean up and get changed.”

I bite my lower lip. There’s no need to ask which of the HawkThornes. Ronan is written all over this.

I simply nod, unable to say a single word in defense of my current situation. I mean, I did ask to be here if you think about it.

She unties me, and I feel life return to me again as my blood flows freely through my hands.

I thank her, and take a shower after she leaves. Picking out a pair of grey shorts and a white tank top from my suitcase, I roll my eyes as I throw my torn romper into the trash can in front of the door.

After dressing up, my feet begin to move on their own accord. My stomach is rumbling, and my knees are threatening to buckle under my weight.

I’m so fucking hungry.

But I don’t say a word when I make it out.

I settle into my seat, and fold my arms across my chest, ignoring the brothers completely.

They’re looking at me. I can feel the heat of their stares on my face.

Ronan says something about meeting an investor in Mykonos, and his brothers agree.

“She would be so delighted to see you, Jaxon. Especially since the last time.” Malachi taunts, and from the smirk I catch on his lips from the corner of my left eye, I can tell Jaxon has fucked this investor before. Whoever she is.

“Fuck you, Malachi. I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

Malachi laughs, throwing his head backwards. My gaze shifts to Ronan. He has his left leg crossed over his right as he shakes his head with a smile on his face, he’s leaned into his seat as he twirls his glass of whiskey in his left hand.

Our gazes meet, and I tear mine away immediately.

“Trust me, both taste better that way.” Malachi continues speaking after his laughter dies in his throat.

A sharp feeling tugs at my chest, and there’s suddenly a heavy lump I cannot seem to swallow in my throat.

Surely, it cannot be because of the silly joke they’ve made.

None of them bothers to speak to me, not even when we land.

Ronan and Jaxon climb into the Range Rover that’s arrived to pick them. But I refuse.

“I’m behind you, Sarah. I’m waiting for you.”

I pout my lips.

“I’m not getting in. Call me a cab, I’ll meet you guys at the house.”

Ronan rolls his eyes and pushes his door open. I swallow hard as he gets down from the front seat.

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