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Wifey:

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Opening the picture, I see her gorgeous pussy being spread by Spade’s fingers.Fuckkkk.I quickly exit and open the thread with Spade back up.

Me:

She’s not allowed to cum. Edge her, but don’t let her finish.

Spade:

Roger that.

Switching back over to Jade, I smirk.

Me:

Such a pretty little cunt. Too bad you won’t be cumming until I say so.

Wifey:

Neither will you. See you soon, dickhead.

I laugh, setting my phone down.Fuck, I missed my wife, and now, I really can’t wait to play with her.Her being away is hard enough, but the kids keep me and my mind busy. Thankfully, I haven’t had any blackouts since they left, which is a blessing in disguise. I just hope that was the last of it. In a few hours, my love will be home, so I might as well figure out what the hell we are going to eat for dinner while I wait for the potential new guard to arrive.

A few hours later, Gio calls to let me know a Zayn Cruz is at the gates. I press the button and let him in. Walking over to Hazel still playing on the floor with Jaxon, I pick her up, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. Jaxon growls, and I growl back.

“Behave yourself. Someone is coming to meet with us, and hopefully, you both will like him,” I say, as he stands next to me. We walk to the front door as a knock is heard. Opening the door, I’m greeted by a man with dark grey eyes, black hair tied in a bun, dressed in black suit pants with a long sleeve, black button-down shirt tucked into his pants. He’s about my height with a wicked scar on the right side of his face that is partially covered by his beard. He sticks his hand out for me to shake.

“Are you Jameson?” he asks in a husky tone. I nod, shaking his hand.

“I am,” I say, looking him up and down. His eyes wander onto the kids as I continue to stare. “Zayn, is it?” I ask, and he nods.

“Zayn Cruz,” he states as Jaxon walks right up to him.

“Hey, Mister, do you like my new car?” Jaxon asks, holding up his red Mustang toy car. Zayn crouches down to Jaxon’s height and smiles.

“That’s really cool, dude. Can you show me how fast it goes?” he asks, and Jaxon’s eyes light up.

“Sure can. Watch this,” he says, whipping around, sending the car flying down the hallway. “Did you see? She went super fast,” he says excitedly.

“Wow. She’s so fast.” Zayn says standing up as Hazel reaches out to him.That’s a first.

“May I?” he asks, but I spin around, hoping he gets the clue and follows me into the living room. I hear the front door shut and footsteps close behind. Hazel whips her head around, watching his every movement as Jaxon continues to talk to him a mile a minute.

“You can have a seat. Would you like something to drink?” I offer, but he shakes his head.

“No, thanks. I'm good,” he says, and I nod.

“So, what I see from your file is your ex-military and have worked as a secret service agent for years, but you were let go for sleeping with one of the senator's wives, then they shunned you from government jobs. Do I have that correct?” I ask, and he nods again.

“I got tired of working for corrupt officials. What you didn’t find in my file is that I worked for your wife’s family for a few years after I was kicked out of the White House. Those files are sealed,” he says, and I smirk.

“What makes you think I didn’t know that already? I mentioned the bullshit resume first to see if you would be honest enough to tell me what I really needed to know.” I grin, and he smiles and nods.

“I like you, Jameson. I did my research on all of you as well. I won’t work for people I don’t already know everything about,” he says, and I raise a brow.

“I’m sure you didn’t find out all our secrets but we will see. You know this position is to help care for the kids; keep them safe and protected, along with our wife, when it’s needed. Correct?” I say, and he nods.