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I take a peek at William and he slowly nods his head, Jamie huffs and drags his hand from my hold and says, “Look it's nothing personal, I’ll talk about him if and when I’m ready. All you need to know is he was a bad guy.”

I run my fingers through his black hair and William says, “I’m sorry, we just want to make sure you’re alright. I guess it’s the Daddy in us that needs to make sure you’re safe.”

Jamie slides his hands down his face. “It’s ok, I get it. I know you both care. I'm just not ready to open up about that part of my life yet.”

I press a kiss to his lips and say, “Alright baby, whenever you’re ready we will be here for you.”

He offers us a cautious smile. “Thank you.”

Chapter 6 –

Jamie

I have been sitting in my home office going through applications for Voyeurism Fansfor hours now. My eyes are stinging and my back is stiff. I have a few members of staff who work on my website, but I’m the only person who can verify and approve new members to join the site; I need to keep my cam workers safe from potential creeps.

I log off my computer and walk into my living room. I open the balcony doors and then walk to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. The fresh air and scent of vanilla coffee wafts through my small apartment.

I have lived in my apartment since my parents kicked me out on my eighteenth birthday. A few years later after my website was established, I was making a hefty wage so I could have bought a house somewhere but I like my apartment, it’s cosy and it's my safe space.

After my relationship with Damian, or Dickhead Damian, as I like to call him in my head, ended, I was so glad I kept the tenancy agreement.

We were only together for two years, two years too fucking long in my opinion. I pretty much moved into his home or in other words I was forced to live there, but he could never get me to give up my flat, so it sat empty for nearly two years.

When I managed to break free from him, I was relieved that I had somewhere to fall back on. I’ve never wanted to leave this space, it’s decorated the way I like it and it has everything I need, maybe one day I would like to live in a house but I wouldn’t want to do it alone.

I think back to my date with Justin and William a few days ago, we all had such a good time after we made it clear that we wanted William to be with us. I'm not sure he’s 100 percent convinced, but that doesn’t matter. We will just have to prove to him how serious we are.

My phone ringing breaks my daydreaming thoughts. When I pick my phone up, I see it’s my best friend Jude calling me.

“Hello.”

“Hi Jamie, how are you? Are you busy tonight?”

“I’m good. Just finished up some work for the website. I don’t think I'm busy tonight. Do you want to do something?”

“I think Nate and I are going to William’s club tonight. Do you and Justin want to come with us? Nate said William is working tonight, but he finishes at nine, so we could all hang out.”

A very interesting and dirty plan starts to form in my head. “Yes! That sounds good. I’ll text Justin now, but can you do me a favour and not mention anything to William about us coming? I want to surprise him.”

Jude laughs. “Sure, no problem. Text me later and we will meet you there.”

We hang up and I text Justin.

Me

Hi, I just got off the phone with Jude. He and Nate are going to The Bonding Lounge tonight and asked if we wanted to go with them. I'm thinking we should surprise William, show him how much we want him.

Justin replies to my message straight away.

Justin

Ok baby, I’ll pick you up at 7:30

I text Jude and tell him Justin and I will get to the club at 8 pm.It’s only 4 o'clock now, so I have three and a half hours to make myself so pretty that William isn't going to know what's hit him.

I spend a few more hours going through website applications, before deciding I need to start getting ready. After my shower, I stand in a towel, looking through my wardrobe for something sexy to wear when the sound of someone banging on the front door makes me jump. I walk through the hallway and look through the peephole on the door, to see Justin standing there.

I let him in and he shuts the door before leaning against it. I take in his appearance. His long, strong legs look like they have been spray painted in leather. He has a plain black button-up shirt on; the material stretched across his wide chest and thick arms. He has a pair of black doc marten boots on. He looks powerful and so fucking yummy.