The House of Baroness doesn't keep interns for very long. Anyone who'd met the Baroness knew why. The most ones lasted is two weeks and three days. The least? Half an hour. But something was different with these two...
Claudia Vixen. Bright, talente...
You had made a point of remembering peoples birthday. Victoria's was April 15th. Madeline's was July 20th. Estella's was August 7th (you knew that BEFORE you began to hate one another). Claudia's was September 5th. Roger? June 10th. Anita? March 1st. Maria? January 25th.
John? April 21st. Tomorrow.
Victoria had requested that you use her card to buy John a gift "from the two of us" so you were spending your evening looking for something nice.
"Good evening Y/N!" Chirped a familiar voice.
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"What's up!" She smiled, picking up her pace to try to catch up with you. "Hello Cr- Estella." You sighed, uncomfortably. "I hear Claudia quit." She pressed. "Mhm." "Work going well?" "Mhm."
She kept on and on and on and on.
"Listen Cruella! I'm rather busy." You barked. "I mean Estella." You quickly fixed your mouth's blunder. She sighed. "Games up. Secrecy if you wouldn't mind." She strutted off, in a manner that suggested that you were the irritant who went up to her.
Yeah yeah, snitches get stitches. But if you were an exception to Victoria's rules, you should be the same with her firstborn or should you be calling her your stepdaughter. Oh Victoria would despise that!
"VICTORIA! YOU WERE RIGHT!" You barged in, knocking over the maid. "I usually am, what about now though Y/N?" Victoria teased in reply. "You can leave!" She dismissed the staff members by her side. "Insolent twits." She muttered.
Victoria grinned when she heard. "You sound pleased, pretty girl." You mocked. Victoria paused, registering the nickname and hiding her blush. "Well John owes me £50! I have every right to be pleased thank you very much!" You were rather annoyed that you couldn't place bets on your darling stepdaughter's identity. "The two of you have been betting without me?" You gasped.
Someone deserved to be punished for that.
You refrained from giggling at your carnal thoughts.
"Sit down. I'll undo your hair." You stated, ignoring her title completely. If it were any other staff member, it would cause uproar, but it was you. The mere disregard of a title made Victoria excited when it was your defiance.
She sat at the vanity staring softly at you through the mirror. You slowly plucked out each pin, the silence broken only the clink of the hairpins against the porcelain trinket dish. Every touch against her neck made Victoria shiver. Her breath raspy and tense. It was only when you were braiding her hair that you told her.
"You were talking in your sleep again last night."
Victoria sighed. "Was I? What was it this time?" She asked playing with her rings. "I believe your exact words were: Mumma's here Essie, mumma's got you." You said. Victoria, as excepted, gagged at her subconscious. "You never did strike me as a child lover." You mused. "Because I hate kids. They're whiny and needy." She huffed. "You are extremely hypocritical." You laughed. "How so?" "You're very whiny! And very needy Victoria!" You mocked. "Do shut up!" She laughed in reply.
You gripped Victoria's shoulder as she stood up and you directed her to the kingsize bed beside you. Maybe you were playing dangerous games, but you liked those games.
"Get into bed and you better pray that my name'll be the only name you scream tonight."
