It's Arranged (18+) ✔

FOUR

Maureen ^^

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Feeling the sunlight streaming on my face I stretch my sore body to help alleviate some of the ache. During this time is when I noticed the lack of warmth. I finally open my eyes and frown at empty spot next to mine. Sitting up I run a hand through my matted hair as the sheets pool around my waist. Noticing the lack of royalty I walk into the attached bathroom and take a steamy shower.

Feeling refreshed after I've been cleaned I dry off and grab one of the bathrobes. Securing it around my body I sit back on the bed and notice that breakfast has been laid out.

Lifting the steel cover from the plate I see the mouthwatering meal next to a note. I pick it up and smile a bit.

Hope you enjoy breakfast. I'm in my study if you need me.

- Henry

My smile grows as I think of last night's events.

The dick was that good? My conscience asks snidely.

I didn't bother responding because I was finished with breakfast. I started to clean up a bit starting with stripping the bed of it's sheets and replacing them with clean ones I found in the closet. I picked up the many articles of clothing that were flung around the room. Finally, I picked up all the dirty dishes and headed towards the kitchen.

I started to wash the dishes when Diane came into the kitchen.

“Cara you don't have to do that.” She says quickly raking over.

“Well I made the mess the least I could do is clean it.”

“It's fine. Really I mean it is my job after all.” She replied with a chuckle.

I hopped on the counter and we engaged in idle chatter while she cleaned the rest of the kitchen. During which I learned the names of the other servants here. The other female on staff is Carrie, the tall gentleman with the black hair is named Darren, and the other man with the striking green eyes is named Kalvin.

Once the kitchen was sparkling she excused herself to work on the other rooms that were destroyed by the party yesterday and I make my way up to the study. When I open the large wooden doors, I find Henry slouched over his desk with his head in his hands.

After closing the door I walk over to him and place a comforting hand on his shoulder. His icy blue eyes meet mine and he instantly relaxes. Pulling his chair back, I take a seat on his lap and wrap my arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?” He asks confused.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Because this is weird. I'm not used to you being affectionate.”

“Was I not affectionate last night?” I question fiending offence.

“Well you we're while we were, you know, but before that you weren't.”

“Turns out I was just stressed and you helped me with that so now it's my turn. Tell me what's got your panties in a bunch.”

“It's a lot. Just thinking about it is giving me a headache. I just want to relax right now.” He says putting his face in the crook of my neck.

He wants to relax, you know how to do that right? My conscience asks suggestively.

With a smirk on my face I drop my hands from his neck and slide down to my knees. He looks down at me with wide eyes before he speaks again.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping you relax.”

I slowly trail my hands up his muscular legs until I get to his member. I look up at him innocently ad I rub him through his jeans. He groans at the contact and my smile widens.