Guilty Pleasure

The Blood's Toy

Golden Burgundy pt. 2

When I woke up the next morning, the bed felt cold once again. Nobody was here to keep me warm and it was just me again. 

This wasn't the first time I was left all alone after sex; they feed me lies and dip.

I turned myself over in the massive king sized bed, and the light from the outside immediately hit me in the eyes. I let out a hiss in pain and closed them shut tightly. I let the comforter float on top of me and the mattress take me back under. 

I seemed to have sank to a deeper level than what I was before just by turning over. 

There was a light clicking from outside my door. A male shoe to be exact. Must be the butler going to wake the other people up that were needed. 

Instead of the shoes going past my door like normal, they stopped right in front the large doubles. I heard a knock, but I decided not to answer. 

The doors flew open and this time William walked through. "Master Leone, breakfast is ready. You must put something on this instant before your food gets cold."

"Why?" I answered simply, "I never eat breakfast anyway." I muzzled down deeper into the sheets. 

"Well, you have a guest, and you know the rules of this mansion. The host must always be with the guest. Especially one that reps such a beautiful red color." He mumbled the last part under his breath. 

"Red?" I lifted my head. 

"But of course. You remember? The blood from last night."

I quickly ripped the sheets off my body and planted myself on my feet, except the planting wasn't a planting. My knees basically caved in on me and I fell straight to the ground in my nude suit. 

William just stood there with a grin on his face chuckling at my mishaps. 

"Looks to me like the roles were reversed last night. Did you enjoy yourself?"

Without saying a word, I pointed to the door so he could dismiss himself, and with that he did. 

I sat there on the carpet looking around the room. 

There was nothing that could truly help me so I had to make do with myself. 

"What kind of room is this that doesn't have any sort of aid in it?" I was slowly becoming pissed with myself.

"Oh yea, a FUCKING ASSASSIN'S ROOM!" I threw myself upwards and placed what little bit of energy I had left in me, to my legs. 

I hopped in the shower letting the steam and extra hot water hit my skin. My whole body was sore and truth be told it made wonder if we really just went to sleep earlier this morning. 

As much as I hated myself for it, I cut the shower short. I put on some plaid pajama pants, socks, and a black v-neck. Apparel of the day was black, white, grey, and comfort, until further notice. I put on a golden choker with diamonds studded neatly along it. We always had to represent who we were in case of emergency around here.

I grabbed my cell phone and made my way to the dining room. The walk was much longer than normal, especially with my hips hurting like this. 

I turned the corner and was met with the chatter of everyone at the table. It was buzzing with excitement and color. I didn't even know all these people woke up early for breakfast. 

One step onto the hardwood floor and everyone was giving small glances and smiles at me as I made my way to the empty chair. I took a seat and landed a little too hard.