My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

Sierra moves to sit on my right side and he slowly moves to my left while the rest of the guys look dumbfounded at my request. They don’t get to be rude and treat me like a toy they don’t want to share, so they can learn to act like decent people or suffer.

Xander flops next to me, but wisely keeps a visible distance between us. We eat and talk, Sierra joining in the conversation. Eventually the guys

resign themselves to the fact that I am going to include Xander and join us. Once we all started talking and relaxing it was actually fun. Xander is a mix of Dakota and Sam, but has Cam’s responsible oldest child vibe.

I really need to ask about his younger siblings.

Once the food was done the guys cleared the tables and put everything into the hallway for the house staff to get and we all moved the couch back to its “U’ position. This time Kota was not missing out, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me to the center of the couch, my brother flops next to me and the rest of our group, including Xander settle in for a movie.

I didn’t even get past the opening credits before I was asleep on Dakota’s shoulder.

I got up earlier than expected considering how tired I was from yesterday, although Luna Ava did come to wake me up with a soft knock on my door,

before coming in with a full tray of steaming breakfast foods.

“This looks amazing. Thank you!” I beamed at her.

in my own bed. I think this might be

nothing, sweet girl. Now eat before the boys smell food and come running. I don’t usually bring food up here for

have mentioned that once or twice last night when they saw what you sent up for

yawned by me. “They did call Sky your favorite and pouted

have about an

the training grounds early. It’s about

comfortable in this house that I sleep in so late, no matter where I end up actually sleeping. “How did we get in here? The last thing I remember was starting a movie and leaning on Dakota’s shoulder.” I look over at Slerra as I crawl to the end of the bed and start digging into the plate with

to the food. “Well, you made it all of five minutes before you were snuggled into Dakota

a forkful of pancake halfway to my mouth.

how much gloating Kota did while you were holding on tight to his arm. There

eventually won and put you here, then

whipped cream covered pancakes and smiled

no way they fought over carrying me.” I rolled my eyes and stuffed my own face. She just shrugged