Have Marcus drive everyone back to Rick's penthouse while you cuddle with Maria in the back seat

As you all prepare to leave Rick's office, Marcus appears at the doorway, his posture military-straight despite the late hour. His eyes quickly scan the room, taking in Maria's disheveled appearance and the musky scent of sex that hangs in the air. If he's surprised by the scene, his professional mask betrays nothing.

"The Range Rover is ready downstairs, sir," he announces to Rick, his gaze carefully avoiding the obvious signs of what's transpired.

Rick nods, his hand possessively on the small of Maria's back. "We'll all be heading to the penthouse. Maria will be joining us."

Marcus gives a short nod. "Very good, sir."

In the private elevator down to the parking garage, you nestle against Rick's side, your petite frame dwarfed by his substantial bulk. The unfamiliar navy suit feels constraining after hours of sexual activity, your sensitive nipples tingling against the silk of your cream blouse.

"I'm so sleepy, Daddy," you murmur, batting your eyelashes up at him. "Can I cuddle with Maria in the back?"

Before Rick can answer, Becky bounces on her toes excitedly. "Ooh! Can I ride up front with Marcus? Pretty please?"

You catch the subtle tightening around Marcus's eyes—the first crack in his professional veneer. The MARCUS MANAGEMENT upgrade hasn't fully activated yet, but you can sense its potential stirring just beneath the surface.

"We'll all sit in the back," Rick decides firmly. "Maria in the middle."

The seating arrangement in the Range Rover places Rick on one side of the back seat with Maria in the middle and you on her other side. Becky pouts but climbs into the front passenger seat, immediately turning to stare at Marcus with undisguised interest.

"So like, have you always been a driver?" she asks, twirling a pigtail around her finger.

Marcus keeps his eyes on the road as he pulls out of the underground garage. "I've had various roles in Mr. Bellingham's security detail for five years now."

Becky's eyes widen. "Oooh, security! That's so hot. Do you have a gun?"

In the back seat, Maria leans into Rick's embrace but extends her hand to you, her fingers trembling slightly. You take it, marveling at how soft her skin feels. The woman who had been so composed and professional earlier in the day now looks beautifully undone—mascara smudged, lipstick gone, hair tousled.

"This is all so... unexpected," she whispers, her voice carrying a mixture of wonder and apprehension. "I've worked for Richard for seven years and never imagined..."

You giggle, snuggling closer to her. "That's how families grow! First it was just me and Daddy, then Becky joined us, then Matt and Mandi, and now you! We're like, collecting people!"

You see Becky trying to scoot closer to Marcus in the front, her hand reaching toward his thigh. He deftly shifts, putting the center console between her hand and his leg.

"Miss Rebecca, I need to focus on driving safely," he says firmly.

Becky pouts dramatically. "It's Becky now, not Rebecca! And you're no fun."

You catch her eye in the rearview mirror and tap your temple, silently communicating. Becky's pout morphs into understanding, then a mischievous smile spreads across her face as she remembers the upgrade you purchased.

"Will you be staying at the penthouse too, Marcus?" she asks innocently.

"I'll be returning to the staff quarters after I drop you all off," he answers professionally.

You lean forward slightly. "Remember what I said, Becky? Marcus has to protect the family first. He can't do fun stuff while he's driving. But maybe later, after he drops us off, you two can have some alone time?"

Becky's eyes light up with excitement. "Ohhh! Right! Safety first, then playtime!"

Marcus's knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, but he says nothing. In the back seat, Maria looks between you and Rick with growing understanding of the family's unusual dynamics.

"Welcome to the family, work wifey," you giggle, laying your head on her shoulder as the Range Rover glides through London's empty late-night streets toward Rick's penthouse.

02:05 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Range Rover, en route to Rick's Penthouse, London