”Emily shot him a surprised look. “You didn’t buy this place, did you?”Nick laughed. “No, I’m renting it ... or borrowing it in return for...a future favor maybe from my cousin, Gianna. I don’t think mansions will ever be my style, but maybe a nice, sprawling ranch house with a lot of outbuildings and guest cottages and stuff where we can all live together without being on top of each other all the time.”“You wouldn’t get rid of the Loft, would you? I’ve gotten kind of accustomed to falling. "No he's not; the poor lad is being put through more hell. I'm surprised he's still functioning." Peter became angry, "I can't just sit by and allow this to happen. Perhaps I am overstepping my bounds, but damn it as long as Dylan allows me to, I'm going to do all I can to help him out." He took a breath, "Sheila I know you're worried, but I don't want to disclose anything else until I speak with Tyler." I understand sir, and I know you'll help him get through this," she replied as her phone. Something in my head knew what to expect of him, and my emotions embroiled a storm within me that not even a protective bubble would keep away."How did you know my parents?" I asked softly.He looked at me. I could feel his curiosity. "Haven't you been told?" My parents are dead, if that's what you mean." Yes," he said, looking up at the sky, "And I'm the one who brought down the lightning bolt that killed them."The air around me suddenly felt full with something intangible yet undeniable. I. I told him you are French, bi-lingual, a very talented performer with high expectations and what the rules are, though you just might vary them if you are inclined at a special moment.I also explain to him that you love being teased and licked and that I like watching you receive sexual pleasure.You tell him to undress and we both watch with great anticipation, you especially. You haven’t had a third man for more than a month.Your eyes feast on his very well built chest.We are both impressed.