Chapter 33 Make Me A Good Man

Thursday, 6:33 am

"Bro, that is seriously fucked up."

Early morning light peeked over the New York skyline and dimly lit my room in a glow that meant it was time to get up. The two people I'd fallen asleep with were no longer next to me, but I could hear the shower hissing from the master bathroom and an occasional note of someone singing softly to themselves. It felt comfortable.

I was lying in bed with a single earbud inserted, talking to Dillon and trying to will myself to get out of bed. Unfortunately, I was still so sore that every muscle screamed simultaneously if I did something as insignificant as wiggling my toes. It didn't feel like the 'you'll die if you move too much' pain as much as it was 'run a half-marathon, hit the gym, and then fight in a boxing match' type of pain. Still, I had a lot to do today, so my body would have to get over it. Hopefully, time and movement would make things a little easier.

"I know," I said as I heard the water in the bathroom turn off. "I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life."

"But you're okay?" Dillon asked. He was on a morning shift at Strange Mudd, judging by the sound of the cappuccino machine running in the background.

"Yeah," I said as I ran through the memories of the gunfight once more. "Man, you should have seen it. I thought I was dead, but Chloe came in with guns blazing... bullets flying... blood everywhere."

"Hot," Dillon said.

"Gross."

"Not the blood," Dillon clarified. "The chick with the gun. Especially her. Dude, your bodyguard is fine."

"You mentioned that."

"And you met Karly Titus?" he asked.

"A little. She was with her boyfriend most of the night," I said.

"Aren't you still single?"

"Uh..." I glanced at the partially-open bathroom door, watching whisps of steam curl through the three-inch gap as I thought about the two women I'd fucked yesterday evening.

Erin and I weren't dating, nor had Danni and I even discussed it. I wasn't sure what Helen was to me, but I could place her squarely in the non-relationship category - especially with her being married. Bobbi was... complicated but not dating me. I 'went out' with Ashlee briefly, but that was an attempt to get information about the guy who confronted me in the bathroom last week. Besides, she probably had a hand in my kidnapping, which was a red flag.

That left Natashya, but I hadn't had a chance to talk to her since we were rescued. Besides, not only did she say she wasn't relationship material, but I'd also caught her eating out my sister. For most people, that was a deal breaker.

"I don't think so," I said.

"You don't think so?" Dillon repeated, sounding incredulous.

I sighed, "It's complicated, man. There's been a lot of girls, but there hasn't been anything official."

"Then it sounds like you're single," Dillon doubled down. "You should date Karly Titus. You guys were in a shoot-out together, so you could trauma-bond."

I snorted. "Barely. Besides, she has a boyfriend."

"Nah, dude. I saw on social media that she's recently single. She didn't say why, but there's a screenshot of him calling her a lying, cheating bitch."

"Okay, dude," I said. "I'll call her up. 'Hey, Karly. I'm the guy who sat by you on the couch for ten minutes at that party raided by mercenaries looking for me. Can I buy you a drink?'"

"I don't see the problem."

"And that's why you're single," I said as a thought struck me.

I was back in town, and despite Erin's best attempts, there was a lot of speculation that I'd been involved in the shooting. I'd seen clips of people asking where I'd been since Friday. The rumors were backed up by reported sightings of me with some influencers at a party in Vegas. None of it had been substantiated, but it wasn't like that mattered. In the world of social media, you were guilty until proven innocent.

So, what if I had here? No one would show up and shoot up my apartment; it was a veritable fortress crawling with security. I could invite some well-known locals... maybe grab a DJ. It didn't have to be anything significant. I just needed to squash the rumors, and, in the process, if I made a statement to whoever was behind my kidnapping, then even better.

Another consideration was that I'd failed to invite my friends over yet or to spend any quality time with them since I'd come into my fortune. As a bonus, my family was in town. The stars seemed to be aligning.

"Hey," I said, "I just had an idea."

I spent the next ten minutes sharing my idea with Dillon, who was all for it. He offered to invite some of our other friends. He also proposed bartending it. I turned the latter down. I could afford a fucking bartender. This was a chance to enjoy my wealth with some of the people who meant the most to me.

While we discussed some of the details, Danni emerged from the shower wearing a fluffy white towel around her torso and another wrapped over her head like a turban. It was my first time seeing Danni without makeup, especially mascara and eyeliner. She was every bit as gorgeous after a shower in nothing but towels. Her damp skin was clear, unblemished, and lily-white, complimented by her expressive green eyes, pale pink lips, and raven hair. She looked at me, and a natural blush crept across her cheeks as I watched her hungrily.

She approached me while I was still on the phone and sat beside me on the bed, leaning in to press her soft lips to mine for a chaste kiss. I inhaled and took in her clean scent while Dillon rambled about the party's possibilities. Then she began to trail soft kisses across the bruises on my face and shower me with tender affection, which she kept up until I finished my call with Dillon.

I looked up at Danni, and she gave me a sweet smile and stroked my face. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I just don't want to get out of bed. I'm still sore. Especially after last night."

She smiled at the reference to our love-making and kissed me on the forehead. "Speaking of which," she murmured against it, "where did Erin go?"

"Not sure," I said as I ran my fingers along the curve of her ivory neck. Gooseflesh coalesced along her skin. "She's still here, I think. She just had to put together some stuff for my meeting this morning."

"Ah," she said and pulled me to her chest. I enjoyed nuzzling into her warm, smooth skin. My nose caught where the towel overlapped, and I worked it free just enough for it to slip down, exposing one of her breasts to the air. The small, pink nipple capping it immediately crinkled in the room's cool air.

"So," she said, "a party huh?" I could hear the amusement in her voice.

"Yeah. Nothing crazy. I just thought I should do something for my friends and family." I nuzzled into her bare breast, then glanced up at her and said, "You wanna come?"

She looked pleased. "If you want me there, of course!"

"Why wouldn't I want you there?" I said, kissing her chest. I felt her run her fingers through my hair, her fingernails gentle across my scalp.

"Marcus..."

I waited for her to continue, and when she didn't, my stomach began twisting into random shapes. I sat up to get a good look at her; her green eyes, flecked with bits of brown, were fixed on me and filled with nervous energy. I felt that knot in my belly tighten. "What?"

"Um..." She glanced away and muttered, "God... I didn't want to do this right now."

"What?" I repeated a little more insistently.

"What are we?"

The knot in my stomach loosened a little as fears of pregnancy evaporated like the steam from Danni's shower. Then it tightened again when I realized what this was. I was about to have my first DTR discussion.

I guess I should've seen it coming. Danielle displayed signs of infatuation last night, and the girlfriend experience just now should have been a further clue. I'd also noticed a hint of annoyance at Erin inserting herself into our coupling. It had been fleeting, but I'd picked up on something.

I started to respond, "I..."

Then I hesitated. I needed to tread carefully. I liked Danni. I really liked Danni. Had we been doing this three weeks ago, and she asked that question, I would have said 'relationship' before the words died on her lips. She was one of the kindest souls I'd ever met. Her looks? She was easily a ten out of ten. Not even an Omaha or Little Rock ten. I'm talking about New York, Los Angeles, or Malibu. To top it off, she was absolutely filthy in the bedroom; anyone had to be to participate in a pool-party foursome or a stripper orgy. Of all the women I'd been 'seeing,' she was probably the closest to girlfriend material. Erin might have given her some competition, but she'd made her feelings about commitment clear.

But... did I want to go down this road? It was the Natalie situation all over again, and I remembered Helen's words about being in a unique position. According to her, tying myself to one person was a bad idea.

I hesitated a beat too long, and Danni said, "I... got asked out this weekend."

Alarm bells sounded in my mind, but she winced and continued before I could respond. "I turned him down. This isn't me trying to... I'm not being manipulative or anything, but it just got me thinking..."

I said, "I understand-"

"And I'm not dumb," she cut me off. "There's no way I could compete with some of the women you've been around, and I couldn't expect someone in your position to just give up what you have."

Wait... what was she suggesting?

"But after Erin told me what happened to you, and remembering the last couple of weeks..." She looked at me a little desperately. "I think I'm falling for you a little. I don't want you to think I'm crazy. It's not like I'm madly in love or anything, but I like you, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, which scares me a little."

She stared at me worriedly as she bit her lip. The morning light had steadily grown over the last ten to twenty minutes, and by this point, I could easily see unshed tears in those verdant pools. Sweet Danielle looked very vulnerable right now.

I clasped her hand, brought it to my lips, and pressed them to her warm digits. "I don't know what to say," I murmured. "I honestly didn't know someone as beautiful and wonderful as you could fall in love with me."

She snorted. "Don't be naive, Marcus. You're a good-looking guy. You've always treated me well, you have a nice dick, and you know how to use it." She gestured with her free hand around the room and said, "Of course, it helps that you're loaded. Of course, amazing women are going to be throwing themselves at you! I've seen how Natashya looks at you, and Erin told me about how Ashlee is determined to lock you down. I've even caught Erin eyeing you like a steak dinner."

"That's just Erin being horny," I protested.

Danni shook her head. "I've known her for a while. She'd never admit it, but that girl's crushing on you."

"Please tell me you're joking," I said.

"Why?" Danni asked. "You wouldn't date Erin?"

"I don't like the idea that I'm that oblivious."

"Well, you were oblivious to this," Danni said as she gave me a half-smile. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Way to make a girl feel special, Mr. Upton."

"Shit. I'm sorry."

Danni shook her head. "No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have sprung this on you right before your big meeting. You're still recovering from being kidnapped. I probably shouldn't have said anything at all."

"No. Stop." I said. "Danielle, any man in the world would be lucky to have you. You surprised me. That's all."

We sat on the bed for the next minute and a half, staring at each other sheepishly as we processed what we had confessed. If I were honest, I was probably doing most of the processing. I think Danielle was just waiting for me to say something.

"You know," she finally said. "I don't expect some sort of commitment or even an answer right now. I know you have a lot going on, and there's other women in your life. I just needed you to know how I felt." She cocked her head and gave me a hopeful look. "Can you just think about it?"

"Danni, it's probably the only thing I'm going to be thinking about all day," I said, kissing her fingers again. In return, I received a radiant smile that threatened to blind me.

"That's more like what a girl wants to hear," she said. Then she looked a touch worried. "I hope I haven't ruined your meeting."

"I'll manage," I said.

Twenty minutes later, I kissed Danni goodbye at the elevators. As she stepped in and turned around, she gave me a hopeful little smile tinged with a bit of sadness and kept her gaze fixed on me until the doors slid shut. With a deep sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair, turned, and headed toward the kitchen. I had a lot to think about.

I found Erin sitting at the island in the kitchen with an open laptop and a bowl of assorted fruit. Her slender fingers fished a piece of pineapple from the bowl when she just so happened to look over the screen and spot me. With a twinkle in her dark eyes, she pressed her lips around the chunk of citrus and slowly sucked it into her mouth. Then she took an exaggerated amount of time to suck on her index finger, running her tongue around its tip twice before removing it and grinning at me.

It had the effect she was looking for. I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, but apparently that didn't translate to my face.

Her brow crinkled just above her nose, and she tilted her head to the side inquisitively and asked, "What's up, boss? Something bothering you?"

"Nah," I said as I made my way to the island beside her. "Well, maybe."

I didn't go into it anymore since she wasn't the only one in the kitchen. Another woman wearing tight-fitting jeans was bent over in front of an oven, pulling out a pan of fresh-baked muffins. The smell of sugary bread mixed with a faint hint of banana filled the air, making this place feel slightly more homey than previously.

The muffins weren't the only pretty sight; the chef was too. I was first introduced to her ass, which was considerable, complimenting her wide hips. Once she stood up, I could tell her build was more like Jessica's than any other woman in my life, her figure more voluptuous. Unlike Jessica, who had a little extra weight, this woman had a full, shapely physique that looked well cared for. She wore a green short-sleeved shirt tucked into her jeans that displayed a very feminine body with an hourglass shape that did a tremendous job of highlighting beautiful curves.

When she turned to place the muffins on the countertop, two things stood out - this woman had massive tits - larger than Jess's. Her neckline swooped low, showing off a Grand Canyon's worth of cleavage, and I had difficulty keeping my eyes off them. They could have easily been double D's or even E-cups. They looked full and healthy, stuffed inside whatever bra she was wearing, and I wanted to dive headfirst into those creamy mammaries and smother myself in them. What a way to go.

When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from her breasts, I noticed the second thing that stood out - her face. She was gorgeous, with generous lips, a straight, Roman nose that fit her face perfectly, rosy cheeks that colored a dark cream complexion, and dark, stormy grey eyes. It was framed by a few strands of hair that escaped her caramel-colored bun.

"Hi," I said, steering away from Erin's prying questions, "I'm Marcus." I offered her my hand, and she took it.

"Hello, Mr. Upton," she said. "My name is Camille Dupont. It's lovely to meet you." Her words were accented in French, but not to the point where it took effort to understand. In fact, she spoke English amazingly well.

She extended a hand, and I took it. Her arms and hands declared her profession. Her fingers and palms bore the calluses of her work, but not as many as I'd imagined. Somehow, she managed to keep her hands relatively soft despite the demanding job of a chef. I could see several scars on her arms and hands, cuts and knicks from knives, and burn scars from getting too close to the heat. However, besides the evidence of her profession, her skin was relatively blemish-free. Her fingernails were well cared for - short but smooth.

"You're the new chef?" I asked.

"Oui," she said. "For as long as you like my food, anyway."

"Well," I said, "if it tastes anything like it smells, I'm sure I'll keep you around for a while."

Erin stood up, retrieved a coffee mug from a cabinet, filled it with a fresh cup, and handed it to me. I took a sip and said, "Goddamn, that's a good cup of coffee. What did you do?"

Camille gave me a mysterious smile and said, "Mm-mm, Mr. Upton. You have no reason to keep me if I tell you how I make everything."

Erin said something in what sounded like perfect French that I couldn't understand, and Camille broke out into a full smile, complete with dimples on each cheek, and snickered. I took another sip of coffee, my eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them. This could be a problem.

I was about to ask what was so funny when another voice from behind me cut in, "Morning."

Chloe walked into the kitchen wearing tight, black Lycra pants and a dark red sports bra. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Her entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat that emphasized how toned her body was. The muscles in her arms, shoulders, and back rippled with every movement, and her firm ass popped in the near-painted-on fabric. The freckles that prominently dusted her face and arms spread to varying degrees across her chest, shoulders, back, and, to a much lesser extent, along her lower back and abdomen. Speaking of abdomens, hers put everyone else to shame; slight hills and valleys of a well-formed six-pack subtly played underneath her flat belly. She was toned, muscular, and appeared to be in peak physical condition, but she still managed to maintain a feminine quality. Chloe had perfected whatever fine line that required, and my mind conjured multiple dirty things that I could have done to her in the bedroom.

No. That wasn't right. If anyone was having things done to them in that scenario, it would likely be me. That didn't make the scenario any less attractive, though.

She gave everyone a little nod and moved with cat-like grace toward the cabinets where Erin had retrieved my cup. She poured a cup for herself, took a sip, and hummed in pleasure.

Camille looked pleased with herself as she turned away from us and began working on more food for our upcoming meeting.

"Went for a run?" I asked.

Chloe shook her head, "No. I set up the workout equipment Erin ordered. We have a gym, and it's back day."

"It sure is," I muttered into my coffee cup.

Camille said something in French to Erin, who responded, and both of them burst into a chorus of giggles, which abruptly died when Chloe said something to them in equally good French. All of us looked at Chloe, but she merely stared at her phone and sipped on her coffee as if she hadn't said anything. Camille and Erin looked at each other as if they'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and then Erin snorted and giggled again, causing Camille to do the same.

"Okay," I said, putting my mug down with an air of authority, "I refuse to let this become a thing."

Erin batted her eyelashes at me and adopted an air of innocence. "Why, Mr. Upton, what are you talking about?"

"Just learn the language," Chloe said without looking up from her phone. "Surprise them when they least expect it."

"Erin and Natashya both speak Russian. You want me to learn all her languages?"

Erin leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek, and I could feel the slight residue of her dark lipstick on my skin. "You should've hired the dummy. Fewer languages to learn."

I had a good morning with the ladies. Erin had mentioned that Camille would start while I was gone, so Chloe and she had ample time to get to know the chef. Both confirmed that she made some of the best meals they had ever tasted. Considering her resume and how much I paid her, I wasn't surprised.