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Taking off Early (Marek)

It has been two weeks since my father messed with Charlie and Lily. Charlie is all healed up but has made it her mission to make my life constant torture. I have kept the girls in my room since the incident. When I come home from work I am either yelled at or given the cold shoulder because she can't leave the room at all. It is usually short lived but still not pleasant. I have tried to explain to her a million times that if they wonder around they will get hurt again, but that doesn't fucking seem to matter. I do feel bad they can't go out, but what the hell am I supposed to do?

When she isn't pouting, yelling, or smarting off Charlie is flirting. And God help me I can't help myself. I shamelessly flirt back. Sometimes I even start it. The more time I spend with them the more I find I like being with them. Both of them. Lily doesn't flirt with me but I catch her glancing at me every once in a while. Sometimes it seems like she's checking me out. Other times she glares at me when I get too close to Charlie. Charlie seems to be oblivious to how possessive Lily can get. I have often wondered what they do when I'm gone.

Lately my 'brain' has been conjuring up all kinds of scenarios of the two of them doing naughty things to each other while locked up in my room. It is beginning to be an uncomfortable problem when I am in bed with them. I have had to extend my morning shower routine as a result. It's like being a fucking teenager again. Not that I plan on acting on it. Well I am trying not to.

I wake up with a knee in my back, an arm over my face, and a hard-on from hell. I try to carefully remove her arm so she doesn't wake up. She is a crazy sleeper. I get up and go to put the covers back on them and see Charlie's other arm across Lily's shoulder. She takes up the entire bed.

Looking at the two girls sleeping in my bed feel bad. They deserve to have normal happy lives. They shouldn't have to be locked in a room with guards protecting them. They shouldn't have to worry about being able to leave the house period. Fuck, I feel bad. Maybe I can do something to make it a little better. I think about it while I get ready for the day. Then I think some more on the ride into work.

When I get to work my mind goes from thinking of ways to make up for them being locked in the room, and them rolling around my bed tangled up naked together. Neither of these things are helping me get prepared for doing actual work.

We get to the building and head up to my office. Most of my offices are the same. Minimal furniture, very little of anything unnecessary. I am usually traveling from one office to another so it didn't make sense to me to decorate much. I get ready for my first meeting and head to the boardroom. Everyone is there waiting. I let out a sigh and tried to psych myself up. Let's get this over with.

After an hour of listening to all these boring business men drone on and on I get distracted. I look out the window. You can see the ocean and the beach from here. Maybe they would like that? The house is on a private beach. I wouldn't have to even leave the house. I can't take them out in public because of the risk it poses. I could try to get out of here and take them to the beach. I could have the staff set up a place to have dinner. There's a pool at the house too. I can't even remember what side of the house it's on. Christ, that is really sad. I would have to have guards set up around, but since dad's little party I keep extra men on call. Both my parents should be gone right now as well. It should be safe as long as we stay together.

Someone coughs and brings me back to this meeting. I'm sitting here staring at a bunch of people who are twice my age in business attire When I could be watching the girls in tiny bikinis. I check over my schedule and try to figure out what I can get out of. I guess there are a few things I can pass off to others. Maybe I should let them start really earning those paychecks I'm giving them. It is hard for me to let go of stuff and trust others. I will be the first to admit I am a control freak. Why would I have someone do something when I know I will do it right, and there is a good chance they will fuck it up.

I have two more important meetings then I'm sending someone else to the others. I send messages to my people. Hopefully they can handle this. I will have my phone if I'm needed. I'm available. I guess while I plotted out my escape the meeting ended, and everyone came over to shake my hand. Getting their face time with the boss. I go back to my office. I find a place to get girls' suits and call them. I tell them what I need and they will have it ready.

Time for meeting number two in ten minutes. I decided to go to this one a little early. I actually have to pay attention and give feedback. I sit down and go through my papers to refresh my memory. This one goes faster than the last. I guess because I paid attention. Then watched as two senior heads get in a debate about whose team is responsible for the fuck up. They keep it up for a while till I stand up and tell them. They both fucked up and if it happens again I will find leaders and teams that won't fuck it up.

I have one more meeting. It is the worst meeting of all, budgets and spending. Whose over, whose under, and bitching about not getting as much as others. I am trying to get one of our companies into pharma. It's a big expense but if we succeed the payout is bigger. Like three times bigger. No one wants to shell out money for it. They aren't convinced yet, but this is gonna happen. Even if I have to find another company willing to back it.

I checked the time, it's a little after noon. I forgot to eat breakfast and lunch. Gonna have them put food out so I can eat something when I get home. I tell Nick we are leaving and he looks shocked.

"What? Can I not leave early?" I ask. He just smirks and shakes his head.

We get to the car and I tell James we have to make a stop. I got another look from Nick. I liked it better when he just stood there. I picked up the stuff from the store and now we are going home. I am a little anxious about leaving work but I will get over it. Drinks will help with that too. I think about them in the swimming suits I bought. Both of them sprawled out on the sand...