W A R N I N G: CAN BE CRINGE
"Shhh...just a little bit more. If you can still walk, then we're not finished." He groaned, moving down to my breasts, I moaned loudly, lost in a sea of pleasure. God I would definitely asked my existence after this.
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"So you're telling me Alessia's family is coming next week?" David, the second butler, asked, his face serious as ever. He was one of those rare breeds of men who could switch between being dead serious and absolutely hilarious, depending on the situation.
Hazel and I exchanged looks, both of us trying to keep a straight face, while Kira just rolled her eyes like she'd heard it all before.
"I don't wanna meet Kevin," Hazel whispered, her voice tinged with dread. David handed her a napkin, as if she were about to cry her eyes out over this Kevin character, and I had to fight back a laugh. Crying in front of me? Bad idea. I was a terrible influence when it came to keeping a straight face.
"Who?" I asked, genuinely curious now.
"Kevin Weber," David stated matter-of-factly, as if that name was supposed to send shivers down my spine.
"He's the definition of perverse," Kira chimed in, rolling her eyes again. Ugh. Great. Now I was starting to understand why Hazel looked like she was about to break down. Kevin Weber sounded like the kind of guy who'd make your skin crawl just by being in the same room.
But why would Alessia want her family here? Sure, she had a family. Good for her. It wasn't like I was jealous or anything. Maybe just a tiny bit. But seriously, what was her angle? Was she trying to intimidate me? Show off her mob boss dad, Ivan Weber? I mean, come on. Was I supposed to be scared or something? I'd faced worse. Probably.
As Kira and I started laughing at Hazel's melodramatic tears on David's shoulder-those two were basically a pair of love-struck birds-Louis walked in, looking as serious as ever.
But this time, he was carrying something that made us all stop in our tracks. A black, expensive-looking garment wrapped in a Chanel bag. We all stood there, staring in confusion, but I was the most shocked when Louis handed it to me.
"From Mr. Caesar," Louis said, his tone as neutral as ever.
"What? For me?" I stammered, staring at the bag like it might explode at any moment. I mean, was this a joke? Why was Mr. Caesar suddenly showering me with Chanel? Was it because of what happened earlier? Was he trying to bribe me? Distract me? Or was this just some weird rich-people thing?
I carefully peeked inside the bag, half-expecting a bomb, and instead found the sleekest, most elegant black dress I'd ever seen. My brain short-circuited for a second. Why was I getting a dress from Ryan Caesar? The man who barely knew the concept of personal space and now had me questioning everything?
Hazel and Kira stared at the dress, then back at me, their eyes wide with shock. David just raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the whole situation.
"What the hell is this?" I blurted out, not even trying to sound grateful. My thoughts were racing, and I was half-sure this was some sort of twisted game. Was Mr. Caesar trying to soften me up? Or was this some weird prelude to a bigger, more insane demand?
