Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Kassim waved a hand. “Not tonight. This is to celebrate you all, tonight you are not working. You must make sure that Vivi has a good time.”

Someone called out to him and she saw his face lighten for a moment. She tried to see who he was looking for, but couldn’t figure it out.

“I must go. Dance. Drink. Eat. Have fun.”

She gave him a shy smile and a nod. Then she turned to the guys, bracing herself. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was behind me when I said that. I didn’t mean to mess up.”

They all stared down at her.

“You didn’t mess up. What are you talking about?” Aleki asked.

Wolfe frowned but it was Caleb who stepped up to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Let’s get her somewhere quiet.”

He was taking her somewhere quiet to lecture her. That was good. She’d rather that than have him berate her in public. They found a small, unoccupied room. It was filled with books. A library? If she wasn’t feeling so anxious, she’d have been in heaven.

“I’m really sorry,” she blurted out first before they could say anything. That sometimes worked to appease her father and William when she made a mistake. “I won’t make any more mistakes. I’m going to be really careful about what I say and do. He didn’t seem to be insulted though, right?”

The prince was a hard man to read.

“I don’t understand what she’s talking about,” Wolfe said.

She raised her gaze to his. “I don’t want to embarrass you all.”

Caleb started swearing. Oh shit. This was worse than she thought. She bit her lip, wincing when she realized she was probably smudging all her lipstick.

She started shifting her weight from foot to foot. She felt her airways start to tighten. Her heartbeat started to race. Nausea bubbled in her stomach.

Oh no. No, no, no. She couldn’t have a panic attack now. She hadn’t had one in so long. She’d thought they were under control.

“Caleb, shut up, man!” Aleki snapped at him, startling her.

Oh no, now Aleki was mad too? Tears filled her eyes. Crap! She was going to smudge all of her make-up.

Her breathing started to come in pants.

“Shit, she’s having a panic attack,” Caleb said.

“Fuck, princess. Breathe,” Wolfe ordered.

“Let me.” Aleki was suddenly in front of her. He helped her sit on a chair then he crouched down. “Breathe, baby. Nice and slowly, in through your nose. Now out. That’s right. You’re okay. In, one, two, now out. That’s it. Good. Just keep breathing and counting.”

“I’m s-sorry,” she spurted out, feeling her breathing ease. Aleki had managed to calm her before it became a full-blown attack.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Aleki told her firmly.

Thank God no one saw her.

Wolfe studied her. “Why would you think you’d embarrass us?”

“Wolfe,” Caleb said sharply. “You need to ease up. Vivi, do you need to go home? To rest? Some water? What do you need?” His words were almost a plea. And it sounded so odd coming from Caleb who always seemed to know what she needed.

“I’m s—”

“Nope,” Caleb told her with a firm look. “Remember what I said about saying sorry for things you didn’t need to be sorry for.”

“I embarrassed you guys.”

“Like hell you did,” Wolfe said, pacing up and down. He was like a ball of coiled energy, ready to strike at any second. But not at her. Never at her. “Why do you keep saying that?”