Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“You brought some evening wear right?” I reminded again. “Remember we have the gala at the Palace.”
“I did,” she confirmed, a bright smile lighting her face. “I’m looking forward to it, it’ll be so fun to get dressed up and see my handsome sons in uniform.”
Because the Palace was throwing its annual White Ball, a huge event with the cream of Venetian society in attendance. Obviously, Karl and I wouldn’t have been invited but as Legionnaires, our presence was expected and anticipated. Evidently the Legionnaires have a rep as dogs among the ladies, good-looking guys who were soldiers, warriors, the biggest, baddest dudes around, loyal to the Palace and servants of the King. The ladies ate it up, we were like romance heroes come to life, the equivalent of modern-day knights riding into battle, swords at our hips, lances at full mast. Hey, no worries, we were ready to live up to the legend.
But the White Gala was the perfect event because we’d been angling to get into the Palace, and now it had come without any deception on our part, any efforts to worm our way in, make our way past security. In fact, we would be the security of sorts, on the look out even as we mingled, our eyes scanning, senses on alert. So things couldn’t have worked out more perfectly.
But that’s the thing. Shit’s good for us now, better than it ever has been. My bro and I have good jobs, we live in a beautiful city, and best of all we’re in a dirty foursome that meets our needs. It’s insane, but we’re the perfect match – Tina’s soft heart and sweet intelligence, Kristian’s power and influence, and mine and Karl’s dominance and sheer physicality.
So were we ready to blow it up? Were we ready to seriously fuck-up everything when it had just fallen in place? Because what we had planned would ruin everything, throw into chaos everything and everyone that had made us happy recently.
TINA
“Oh hi,” I said, standing up to greet the older woman with a warm smile. “I’m Tina.”
Violet was beautiful, petite and trim, aging well. She looked nothing like her sons, except for a humorous expression in her eyes.
“So nice to meet you,” the older lady gushed, giving me a hug. “I’ve heard so much about you! And Karl and Kato can’t stop talking about you.”
I smiled back, flushing slightly. How had her sons described me, described my role in their lives? As a friend? A good friend? A “special” friend? God, I hoped they hadn’t mentioned Kristian, just how dirty we were, our set-up non-traditional to say the least.
But Violet gave me a knowing smile as she sat down, making herself comfortable in the wrought-iron chair. We were at a café in city center, a French bistro with waiters dressed in blue and white striped shirts, an excellent menu and even better drinks.
“Hmm, what’s good on here?” murmured the older woman, gazing at the menu. “Nah, I don’t feel like a coffee. How about a Bloody Mary?” she suggested with a wink, “Two please!” she signaled to the waiter, miming a drinking gesture.
And I liked her even more, this friendly, fun woman. It couldn’t have been easy raising Kato and Karl on her own in the U.S., a single mom without many resources and a set of rambunctious twins on her hands. So I felt comfortable immediately, knowing that this woman had probably gone through a lot in life, experienced some serious ups and downs. I decided to set things straight from the get-go and not mosey around.
“Violet,” I started slowly, “I don’t know what your sons have told you about me, but I wanted to clear things up before we began. Karl, Kato and I, we live together, share an apartment, but we’re not exactly … ah, roommates,” I finished lamely.
“Of course not honey,” said Violet, taking a sip of her drink. “They’d never be roommates with a woman, too much testosterone,” she said with a wink.
“Um, yes,” I said slowly. I couldn’t tell if we were on the same page exactly, so I decided to be more specific.
“It’s not just that, it’s that Karl, Kato and I, well, we like each other, like really like each other,” I said lamely, looking down at my hands and flushing. Why couldn’t I get the words out? I sleep with your sons! In a big bed all together! I’m with both of them, we love each other, and as a kicker there’s another man too! Hmmm, not exactly easy to say.
But Violet smiled and put a hand over mine.
“Honey, I know my sons better than you think. They’ve been with me since birth, remember? So I know their proclivities, their preferences, and besides they’re twins, they’ve shared everything since the womb and that includes women,” she said with a wink. I gasped, and Violet nodded.