The Holiday.

Loser

*TRIGGER WARNING : THE NEXT CHAPTERS CONTAIN VIOLENT CONTENT.*

Laurent POV

I pull the covers down and expose my bedmates ass. Her long locs drape over her hip. I want to fuck again. She turn over when I pull her hair.

"Ah, good mornin. Mmmm ready for more sexy?"

Oui.

She stretches and kick the sheet all the way off. I reach down and rub her flat stomach. She another young one, breasts perky, small. Her pussy shaved like Lucia's. Why all the young ones shave everything? I spread her puffy lips. The contrast of her deep brown almost black skin against the pink of her pussy look so good ... I feel she still wet, we start to kiss. 

These women here so sweet, she not even have morning breath. Still taste like mango. I'm enjoying her tongue in my mouth and her pussy clenching my fingers when hear voices in the hallway. The electronic door lock begins to beep.

"Hello? You awake ... may I come in?"

"Oh no, it da boss lady! Get up ... I need ta go!"

The cute maid push me off, jumps up and runs to the dressing room. I put my pants on.

Yeah, come in.

"How did you rest? Oh, I see ... you had a good night."

She noticed the maid's clothes on the chair. And the condom wrappers on the nightstand.  She look a lot like the picture of Flynn mother, hair different, might be Aunt. She stay by the door and shake her head like she disappointed.

Yes, I did have a good night.

"Laurent is it?"

Yes.

"I'm Ava Stallworth."

I stand up, fuck I thought she was dead.

Um ... who?

"You can stop the games.  I know you know who I am, and yes we both are alive. Don't worry about that now. We have a situation, a very serious one. Your father knows everything, he is downstairs. Get dressed and join us ... things have dramatically changed. Oh, and tell that young lady she's fired."

She leaves the room.

Damn. What's going on?

I quickly get dressed and let 'whatshername' know she need find a new job. She don't seem too bothered and take me down to what look like a big office.

I immediately recognize Flynn's Dad.  He stand with her Mom by the window. Two maids sit on the sofa, they're crying. Three more people standing around a table, my Dad sitting, his face look tense. I think he signing papers. I go over and look. He give back all stake in the company and look like more. I touch his shoulder. He look up at me.