The Don's Sweetener [18+]

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Daily dose of mental health:

Urghhh! Need a daddy so baddie.

It took me a little time to accept the fact that girls were was strong as fuck.

They took zero shits and gave zero shits, and they were awfully good at what they do.

But yet I had no idea about why this house is called a whore house. There was no whores here.

Most girls were spy, assassins, informer, maid and dancers.

And surprisingly most of them had picked out the job rather then regular nine to five jobs and not forced into it.

They loved what they did.

And during my stay here I came to picture this entire floor as a girl dormitories in a regular university where chats and music would ring till the late nights and breakfast would be hastily in the early mornings.

"So this old guy comes backstage after my performance and goes, 'Can I have a lap dance kitten?' and I am like, 'ew. Nwah.' " the girl sitting across from me in breakfast table giggles. She was gorgeous for a twenty five year old and she was also the girl sharing the bathroom with me.

I didn't mind, she said the first night when I was crying that I could use her fruity shampoo and body soap. She was the one who explained that life wasn't so bad here.

But maybe it was. Said a little vice in my head.

I shook the thought off.

"He was definitely into young girls.

"Oh what else?" Miri mumbled dramatically. "He was like fifty something. and not to mention fat."

Her last comment makes me snort.

"Do you hear someone? Sounds like Lucia, doesn't it?" Miri taps her chin dramatically. "Too bad she's dead."

"Urgh. She's always dead." Lisa say placing another toast in my plate.

"Host a funeral and get over with it already." I mumble as I into into my toast.

"I think I hear the dead talk." Miri shakes her head. "I need to get a psychiatrist."

After breakfast and a shower later I was in the elevator to the upper floor, ready to serve breakfast.

Cooking was at the bottom of the things I could do, so I had just stuck to serving breakfast.

And today I served breakfast in the kitchen table, while one of the other maid cooked. Hades was sitting in the chair and Natalie was settled on top of his lap making small baby talks with him.

Honestly it cringes me out how slobbery she was being and I think Hades was getting irritated too. He kept his arm lazily around her butt as she cling to him for dear life.