Doll House: Book One

twelve | chandelier

It was quite shocking to see that the Rebel house interior was not some frat style living arrangement. Hazel had expected panties hanging off of the chandelier, a beer pong table, red solo cups spread throughout the house, and an unidentifiable stench.

However, what she saw was the complete opposite with warm color schemes, industrial furniture styles, personalized artwork on the walls, waxed floors, and the delicious aromas of buttermilk pancakes, warm cinnamon, and French vanilla.

Gabriel led Hazel into the living room where two boys were playing a video game on the navy blue cushions of a reclaimed wood couch.

Was it ever too early for video games? Mornings at the Doll House apartment consisted of breakfast as a unit with the news or The Real playing in the background. Their morning routine was then followed by optional yoga and a brief meeting to discuss updates, allowances, and the brand.

"Gabe, have some manners you asshole." Someone said from the couch.

Hazel was unfamiliar with the young man who stood up and extended his hand out to her. His gray shirt was streaked with faded charcoal lines and small dots of paint.

"Jett."

"I'm Hazel." She smiled.

"He knows." Gabriel chuckled. "He's wanted to meet you since Victor informed us that we were neck-in-neck for the Doll House feature."

"I lost by three votes apparently." Jett rolled his eyes.

It was somewhat satisfying to know that the Rebel boys craved the dolls. Or more specifically, her.

"We're doing a live at twelve so avoid the Rebel Room." Gabriel told Jett who gave a curt nod before returning to the couch.

"So the 'infamous' Rebel Room is actually the renovated pool house." Gabriel said as they walked through the house and into the backyard. He pointed to what looked like a small guest house then led Hazel toward it.

"That's a pool house? It's pretty big."

"Yeah, the old room had shitty lighting and couldn't fit all the equipment so a lot was invested into this."

He opened the door to reveal what looked like a master bedroom with a baby blue, gray, and white theme to honor a scene with a Doll House doll.

The king sized bed had lamps and cameras set up around it while the gray couch on the opposite side had a single phone propped on a tripod in front.

"Looks like Hodges had something sent here for you." Gabriel glanced at an iPad screen that was mounted to the wall and had the current date with bullet points listed. Victor must've been an organized guy since he made the boys an agenda for a session in the room. "It's in the bathroom downstaires."

"So, how do these sessions usually go for you all?" Hazel turned to face Gabriel.

"Kind of the same way they go for you." He sat on the sofa. "We'll sit here, answer a few questions, have a casual conversation. Then I'll switch it up by honing in on one question where we can start the foreplay. Before things get too hot, we'll end it."

Gabriel's non chalance allowed Hazel to see how different their lives actually were. At Doll House, they were for special occasions, so special that Hazel had only had sex live for fans once in her eight months.

"So, no sex?"

"No sex, all foreplay." Gabriel assured. "You okay with that?"

"Yeah, this should be-uh fun." She rubbed her hands together and plastered on a smile. Gabriel eyed her with the same lust of this morning.