Bad Boys

And to my Humble Abode I Go

I pulled out my phone, walking away from the secret hideaway. I called an Uber, jumping into the back. It was a silver Mercedes and the texture of the leather was smooth and strong beneath my palms. I sighed, resting my head against the seat.

"Where do you want to go?" an almost unnaturally tender and strong masculine voice asked me from the front.

It was Zayden. I couldn't believe it, here and now it was Zayden. He still looked hot.

You see, Zayden and I had some history. He was Bentley, my friend's, slightly older brother. A natural athlete, so amazing that even his sister acknowledged it. We had met at Bentley's dance recital. It was provocative to say the least. You should have seen how protective he looked, it was so cute. I fell for him the second I saw him. Anyway, one thing led to the other and then he became my last week's hookup. Of course, that doesn't count Grayson on Monday and Paulson on Thursday. But they're more like friends with benefits.

He looked at me, and smiled his amazing smile. In true honesty, I could have fallen for him then and there but I couldn't. Marcus meant too much for me.

"Home," I said, he definitely knew where that was.

"And can I take m'lady to bed?" he replied. M'lady? Oh, how I loved a man with manners.

I shook my head, "Not tonight Zayden."
He looked disappointed, that's why I also purred, "Maybe some time else." It was best to keep my options open, wide open.

I walked up to my home. It was in a gated community, three storeys with a tennis court, a ballroom, a pool on the roof, a library and a small housing area on the property for servants, you could say.

I had my own personal servant, Ida. She wasn't much older than me, and had mousy brown hair, a rather large nose, and a stout body. You would think that someone in their teens would care more about their looks. She lived here and worked as she studied teaching at the local university. You could say that she was working, but she spent most of her time in the library studying. I can't believe how my mum pays her, gives her housing and all we get in return is her cleaning all the dishes, doing all of my laundry, and I mean even for the millions of pieces I don't wear, everyday, cleaning the entire mansion and making me breakfast.

We have other working staff too, I'm pretty sure, but they don't really exist to me.

I shared, I know it was awful, the top floor with my brother, Jaxxon. He was a year younger than me and all he ever did was work out. Of course, being my brother he was hot so I could stand his face, but it was annoying when I was 'busy' you could say and he was just down the hall.

Anyway, I owned three bedrooms, a walk in wardrobe and one very large bathroom with a jacuzzi. I used one of my rooms as a study and the other as a trophy room for all my trophies, medals and certificates. Being that I was a strong a female, I was perfect at everything; beautiful, bright and extremely athletic. I was national champion in cheerleading, cross country, rock climbing, karate, ballet and so many more. I also won national competitions for my harp and piano playing, my writing and even my mathematics skills. It was so fun being me.

My rooms all looked out onto my school and had blinds I could look through but the from the outside no one could look in. That way on the days that I was 'sick' I could spy on everybody. That was how I found out Bentley was cheating on Robyniel. She was making out with Jaxxon, my own brother behind the trees. How scandalous.

Anyway, when I waltzed into my home, I found it empty. My dad was away at his casino, he owned about six, my mum was away at her lady's group and my brother was probably sleeping over at his friend's house. Seriously, I don't even remember the last time I've had a normal conversation with anyone I'm related too, most of the time, I'm screaming at them. So fun.