☕︎Vacancy☕︎

~2~

Although everything was so new and different while finally living in a separate house from my family, I also couldn't help but notice just how peaceful it was.

There were no maids constantly fussing about or trying to be nosy by lurking around the corners. No annoying family to answer to. I owned everything inside this building, including the building itself, and no one could take that from me.

Though, there seemed to be something missing. The house, though nice, was quite vacant.

The hallways were still pretty bare. Deane nor I were very fond of having our pictures taken, and if we did, it was on the rare occasion we went somewhere together and they happened to have a Photo Booth.

There were a number of empty rooms. One had already been converted into an in-home-office, and there was a bathroom that connected to a smaller room next door, which was being transformed as well. Deane had gone a little crazy with the renovations over the past two years and had all that time to make any changes he wanted to the layout.

Deane was an amazing man, extremely attractive. His aura was always so regal, but not obnoxiously so. He smelled rich, and his presence was always welcome.

He was incredibly smart and handy as well, he'd helped me countless times over the years, and I believe it was solely his efforts that led to us being able to run the bar that we run now, which was how I was able to afford this home.

There were many times when I'd wished I could have just fallen in love with the man. After all, it wasn't as though he didn't love me as more than his master at one point. It was simply the fact that all we ever had for each other was simply sexual fascination, and Deane working for me after such a thing would never just, work out. And it could have possibly destroyed the bond we managed to build over the years.

Maybe it was time that I'd gone out and did some of my own exploring. My own exploration of a society in the flesh. I was tired of staring at the same four walls all of the time despite just moving here. There was nothing to do other than more cleaning and organizing, no one to really talk to. And certainly, no one to share the warmth and comfort of a bed with.

I mean, I've been alive on this earth for 24 years and have yet to be in any relationships. I haven't really tried anything either, other than a drunken night with Deane when we were younger, and I passed out before we made it any further than kissing. Though, that was mostly due to the fact that I'd never found real attraction in anyone other than him. Having maids throw themselves at your feet wasn't very appealing either, and I wasn't going to follow my father's footsteps. There was no telling whether or not I could've secretly been related to one of them, which made me shudder in disgust at just the thought. If I was, I definitely didn't want to find out about it...

My lack of a social life wasn't entirely my fault. I'd been isolated after all, and it was such a rare occurrence that I met someone new who didn't work for my parents somehow in someway. My parents had a hand in almost every little aspect of my life, no matter how much they didn't care for me.

But it was only because they couldn't have their youngest born ruin their company name. Their vision for bigger and better was for their other children, and they needed to consistently keep me out of it. If that meant never having friends, that's what they wanted. Never having a relationship? Fine with them. They never even wanted to arrange a wedding for me, saying something about not needing me to succeed them.

There was at least a slight sensation of freedom of not having any true expectations. Just sit and look pretty when we went out as a family for the press. Don't speak about family or business matters, which wasn't hard when they never bothered to include me in those conversations. There was never much to do aside from keeping my grades high and staying out of the way until I went off to college.

In college, Deane and I were finally able to do small things like visiting cafes and restaurants, shopping for clothes and stuff by ourselves. Deane had a lot more freedom being that he wasn't raised in the mansion like a number of the other servants that maintained it. He was a huge help when it came to acclimating me to all of the new environments.

Now I was ready to get out more and finally meet people. To finally go out and make some friends other than Deane. To finally have that social life I've only imagined having before because I was too afraid to interact with others in college. I was also maybe interested in exploring more about my sexuality.

And no, I didn't want to just go out and hook up with some random guys all over town, carrying who knows what and doing things with who knows who.

I just think it's about time I start trying to live for myself.

It should be no problem, right? I just walk out of the door, tell Deane where I'm going, and then get there and run into someone.

Should be simple enough...

Right...

I got up off the couch I had draped myself upon well over four hours ago and finally made my way into the bathroom despite it already being noon. After handling my business, I washed my hands before I started running the shower. I didn't want to go out in public feeling dirty, and I needed to smell good to feel good. I nod and undress out of my sweats and t-shirt, stepping beneath the showerhead into warm water.

I sighed as I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, letting the water cascade down over my back, helping me relax out of the tense stature that my anxiety kept me in. A good few minutes of that before washing up thoroughly and rinsing off.

Maybe only fifteen minutes went by before I was wrapping a slightly damp towel around my waist and standing before the full body mirror on the inside of my bathroom door.

I wasn't skinny, but I would never call myself built either because I wasn't. I was tall like my brothers, but unlike my brothers, I seemed to have the femininity of my mother. My face wasn't all angles and sharp, but I had high cheekbones, a fairly defined jawline. My lips were red, my nose wasn't bad, and my eyes were, well, my eyes.

My eyes weren't like my father's or my mother's, but they weren't like my grandparents' either. Maybe it was a recessive gene that skipped a few generations somehow, I was just lucky to have such a unique color from the rest of my family.

Father had hazel eyes, which most of my siblings got, my mother had blue eyes as my late-brother had, and I just had sea-green eyes that popped out because my lashes were so thick and lengthy. My eyebrows were full, but nothing near disgusting and surprise, no facial hair. So yeah, I looked like my mom with green eyes and dark curly shoulder-length hair.

Was I attractive? I wouldn't go as far as to call myself ugly. But maybe someone out there found my looks none-too appealing. I mean, my mother was a very beautiful woman after all despite how cold and heartless she was.

I shook my head then grabbed my brush as I left my bathroom, going over to my closet to find something to wear.

I'd go outside today and see what the city had to offer, even if it was just for a few hours.

💋
Edited on: 1/13/25❤️