Chapter 16. The Royalty

Beau Anderson-Vasiliev

Just like clockwork!

And don’t forget demanding.

Authoritarian.

And dictatorial to boot. Both of them.

Her breasts ached. A clear signal he was very hungry. Glancing at the grandfather clock in her bedroom, she grimaced. It was only 5 a.m. Perfect!

Noticing the other side of the mammoth bed empty, she sighed. Once more, her husband beat her to it. They would play and coo until their baby boy asked for something else other than his attention. Beau had something his father lacked.

Milk. She smirked.

Any second now.

Her eyes trained on the heavy door, she waited. A few seconds later, she watched the men of her life approach the bed where she lay on her side facing them. The thin strap of her silk gown slid down her shoulder, bringing Dominic’s steel-gray eyes to the provocative sight. If not for Sebastian, his mini-version securely nestled in his arm, she knew he would join her in bed in an instant. Her bow-sh