Amaya Lennard is the daughter of Chef Jocelyn, a live in Chef at Saltburn. The two are extremely close with the family and Amaya has spent her entire life living in the castle with the Cattons, being that her mother has been their Chef for twenty pl...
Into the night Farleigh and I smoke ourselves silly until my lungs feel as if they have been shredded.
But I must admit, the relaxation, listening to classic MJ records, and looking through vintage Playboy magazines was extremely entertaining.
I appreciate Farleigh's efforts in making me feel less alone here at Saltburn, I hope my company does just the same for him.
"Look! Look!" Farleigh cracks up into laughter as he glances out of his window. "Venetia on a late night stroll, catching more than just a cold tonight I see.."
"What do you mean?!" I chuckle. "Move Farleigh, let me see!"
Shoving him over some in his bed, I join him to watch Venetia and a half nude Oliver chatting in the night's cold.
What the hell?
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Farleigh and I continue watching and what seems to be innocent conversation between the two becomes a heated exchange.
As Ollie's head disappears in between Venetia's thighs, I quickly turn away.
He's fucking disgusting, his lips should be a biohazard by now.
Farleigh continues to watch. "My god! He's devouring her!"
"Venetia just came to me earlier today, asking to borrow a few heavy duty tampons Farleigh." I begin to lightly pace. "He is eating her out, on her period?"
He laughs even harder. "God is that wretched, he's a bloody Vampire! And Venetia, my dear cousin is such a little slut!"
"It's not funny." I begin to feel ill. "I think I could be sick.."
"Oh sweetie, it's the weed!" Farleigh shrugs. "You're nauseous go get us some snacks, aye? You'll feel much better."
I roll my eyes as Farleigh continues to laugh at the sight of Oliver and Venetia's sexcapade. "I'm going to bed Farleigh, tonight's been a full day as it is."
"Just wait until I tell Felix about this in the morning!" He chuckles. "Oh Oliver, you stupid little boy."
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Leaving out of Farleigh's room, I begin to accidentally trip over my feet like an idiot newbie getting high for the first time.
Feeling sluggish and tired, I climb quietly down the stairs as I run right into Oliver who is sneaking into his guestroom.
"Amaya." He gulps. "Well, good evening."
Staring in disgust I watch the blood drip from his lips like a lion who has just finished tearing apart his prey.
"Well you see.." He begins to tell a tale. "Felix and I drank a bit tonight, got a little too wasted and I tripped on the concrete steps outside.. Busted my lip wide.."
"Anyways!" He chuckles. "I got blood all down my lips, I should really catch a bath."
"You do that." My words are stern regardless of how high I am.. it's clear that I don't believe a word of his, and it's also clear that he knows it too.
A conniving smile graces his face as he walks off to his room, threatening me with his lingering watchful eyes..
He is a spider, determined to tangle each Catton up inside his sticky little web of deception..
But as I live and breathe, I refuse to let it go on any longer.
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