EroticReverie

Madalyn Mina Madden

After kicking off my boots, I spend my time unpacking my suitcase, putting my things away into the spacious closet in the room and then set out my perfume, makeup and hair things on the low sitting dresser. Once I'm done unpacking I pick up my phone, snap a few pictures of the bedroom and the view and send a text to my friends group chat. 

Lena: "Oh MY GOD! Sooooo jealous right now!" 

Corrine: "Seriously, bitch. Why didn't you take me in your suitcase?" 

Carrie: "Does your brothers co worker need another live in maid?" 

That was the lie I told my friends. I didn't like lying to them, but nobody could know that this was all going to be a farce. That mine and Carden's "relationship" would be nothing but a play for the press and for his father. 

The only people that knew were me, my brother Michael, Carden obviously and their other friend Alex.  

I turn on my camera, and then start a virtual tour of my bedroom to send to them. Then I walk out into the hall and back in the grand living area, with wall to wall, floor to ceiling glass windows and the view of the river. I show off the huge round conversation pit style couch setting, and then give myself my own tour of the place. I avoid any peeking behind doors or in cabinets, even though my curiosity is dying to snoop. After I send my little virtual tour to them. I set down my phone and open the giant fridge. 

"Geeze" I say at the manically orgagnized fridge. Bottled water, sparkling waters, and coconut waters lined up neatly. Kombucha, green drinks and a bunch of other healthy type shit, that doesnt really strike me as a Carden type of fridge. The guy drank and and fucked models, and from what I heard had a slight coke habit too. From what I'd heard of him, he didnt strike me as the type to have it together like this, all organized. But maybe while other parts of his life were a mess, the rest of it he kept organized. Balance I guess? 

I pluck a bottle of plain water from the fridge and twist it open as I look around the kitchen. Everything in the house is so...clean...and white...and crips looking...it barely looks lived in. It made me wonder if he kept it clean himself...doubtful. 

When I get bored, I let my inner snooper come out and go along the hall back towards my bedroom. I tell myself it's just to figure out which is the bathroom. Even though even once I find the bathroom, I keep opening other doors. 

The first door, an office, the second the bathroom, the third another bedroom, which looks as lived in as the rest of the house and I doubt it's his cause there's really no sign of any living in it. I pull the door shut and open the next, to ANOTHER bathroom, this one larger. I walk in and look at the large glass shower, the built in bench , the toiletries on the sink, the rug near the shower slightly askew. It smells like mens cologne in here, and has all the signs of this being the bathroom he uses. I walk over and drag my finger along the edge the giant, deep seated jacuzzi style bathtub that sits along the glass wall looking out on the city, the same view as the living area. So much glass, and it makes me wonder if people with binoculars sit outside building like this and try to go all voyeur on the lives of the people that live in these open window style condos. 

I walk over to the sink and pluck a bottle off the counter, inspecting each one. The man had more skin care than of the beauty bloggers I followed. Even complete with a mini fridge to keep masks and other facial serums in. 

"someone is high maintenance" I whisper to myself as I take one of the bottles of serums out of the fridge and push a pump onto my fingers , then bend over the sink and gently pat it into my skin, as I wonder how many dollars worth I have absoring into my skin right now.  I put the serum back and then lift a bottle of aftershave, taking the cap off. 

What was it about mens cologne and after shaves? Even their deordorants smelled like sex and made my horomones go all wonky. I sit the after shave back down and then move to the door at the side of the bathroom, which opens up into another room. 

Pushing open the door , I realize immediately this is his room. It's not crisp and white like everything else I've seen. The ceiling in his bedroom was higher, just like out in the living area, the windows took up one side of his bedroom, the other walls a grey color, his bedding was black and plush as was the ornate gotchic style head board. It seriously looked like the bed of Satan, with the blood red sheets that peeked out of the unmade side of his bed. A dark blood red, that made the room feel sexy. How does a room feel sexy? Don't ask me, it just does. His bed was enormous and the accent pillows on his bed matched the dark blood red sheets. 

I look to the side of the room and to the small door that's most likely his closet and bite my lip and decide to super snoop. 

I open the closet and a light immediately comes on over head, and the lights one by one turn on along down the long wide closet, ligthing up displays of suit jackets, pants, his dress shoes and dress shirts. The other side of the closet, a small sections designated to what looks like "everyday" "casual" wear. Some jeans, sweaters, t shirts, and a small wall of sneakers. By small I mean, a few dozen pairs, because the man had dozens upon dozens of dress shoes on the wall.  

"Fancy fuck" I murmur. Wondering if my brother also had this ridiculous amount of clothing. 

I walk along , and look at the display of mens jewelry. Some mens bracelets, cuff links, rings, and I pull out the drawer beneath the display.

"Shit." I say as I pull open the drawer to rows and rows of watches. I didnt know a lot about watches, but I knew these ones were expensive. Even reaching out to touch them, I pulled my hand back, afraid of any crazy accident that might happen, of me possibly breaking one with a simple touch. I shook my head and closed the drawer. 

At the back of the closet was another door, and I reached out to pull it open, but saw a finger touch pad and frowned. I didnt even bother trying to open it, but my curiosity was definitely buzzing as I left his closet and then his room, the only other doors left after my bedroom which was next to his, was another bathroom, and then another bedroom. 

I assumed the bathroom next to mine was for me, so I moved my hair products and tool into the bathroom, and slid my blow dryer and curling irons and flat iron into the drawers. 

Once I was done. I realize the only television, had been in his room. So,  I grabbed my phone from where I'd left it, and went back into his room, found the remote on the ledge of beneath the television and then push the blanket over the bed, deciding with his history, I did NOT want to touch his sheets. 

But i grab a pillow from the other side of the enormous bed and prop myself up in the middle as I turn on the television. 

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Carden Crawford

I smile as I check the alert on my phone, opening it to see my new house guest being a little snoop. I had cameras in the house, not in the bedrooms or the bathrooms, but I did have one in my closet, simply because of the amount of money I had laying in the display case of men jewerly that she was currently admiring. 

I listen to the drone of my fathers voice as I debate fucking with her, being able to control the lights everywhere in the house, I half want to scare the piss out of her by turning them all off in the closet.  But I watch her curious hand reach out to touch the watches and then close the drawer before doing so. 

"Carden...are you even listening son?" my father asks. I nod. Clicking off the screen and set down the phone. 

"My apologies sir." I say as I clear my throat. 

His scowl is old and tired, one I was sick of seeing every day. I realize I wasn't something for him to be proud of. That he'd much rather give the company over to my younger brother, but he felt a sense of obligation to my friends, not so much me. Since us three were the ones to help him get it off the ground. But the success and money had gone to my head a little bit and if he was going to hand over the company to the three of us, he needed to be sure I wasn't going to sully his name anymore than I had the past few years. Okay...more than few. 

"I'm seeing someone." I say. "Well...I've been talking to someone." I say. 

He lifts a brow. 

"Who?" he says leaning back, resting a hand on the table, as he drums his fingers. 

"Madden's sister." I say. 

His brows pinch. "She's a bit young is she not?" 

"she's nineteen." I say and lift my glass of sparking water and take a sip, wishing for something mind numbing instead. 

"I don't think that's appropriate." he says and I sigh. 

"She's been...a great influence recently." I say. Lying through my teeth. The first time I'd even spoken to her in years had been today at my place. 

"How so?" he asks.  I shrug. 

"She calms me." I say. 

He raises his brow. 

"Is that why you were seen sporting two hookers on your lap at the Diamond last week?" he asks. 

"They were not hookers. They were instagram models. " I say with a sigh. 

"Dressed like hookers." he adds. I sigh. 

"I wont lie and say she'd made me a changed man. I'm just saying..I enjoy her honesty. She may be just as annoyed by my...tomfoolery as you call it...as you are." I say and this makes him smile. 

"That so?" he asks and crosses his arms. 

I nod. "Yeah...she's....a bit of a hard ass..." I say

"hmm." he hums. 

"She's in town...she's...staying with me actually while she's here." I say. 

"So....you are only talking...but she's moving into you place?" he asks. 

"Not moving it...staying as my guest."  I tell him. 

"And you...are interested in her?" he asks. 

I nod. 

"Im interested in being a different man..whether you believe it or not." I lie. I liked who I was. I had fun, didnt take life too seriously, and didnt let myself get caught up in the stuffyness of business. When I was out of work, I was out of work. I liked to play just as hard as I worked. Nobody could deny I didnt work my fucking ass off when I needed to. The press and my father just didnt happen to like my choice of extra curriculars.  But this man had the keys to the castle, and if it werent for my friends, I'd probably tell him to shove the keys right up his ass. But Michael and Alex deserved to have this. For us three to run the label. 

"Well...I dont believe it." he says and I give a slight annoyed eye roll. 

"Yes, I didnt believe you would. But...I plan to prove to you in the coming months, that I am indeed serious about this. And, I really think...Madalyn will bring out the best in me. She already has talked me into going to the museum tomorrow."  I say, another lie. That was Michael and Alex's idea for our first "Date". A fucking museum. What a snore. 

But my fathers brows lift. 

"A museum?" he asks , sitting up. 

I nod. 

"We're going early , then having lunch." I say.

"Hmm...well..." he says, apparently as satisfied as he'll get. 

"We'll see then. Though the age may be an issue for the press." he says, screwing his lips in throught.

"Pardon my language, but fuck the press." I say and his eyes flare. 

"They wouldnt be pleased if I was dating the fucking mother theresa. " I say and he huffs 

"I dont give a fuck what they think." I say. 

"You should. They can break you down. You know they can." he says. 

I roll my eyes. "Im aware of the power of reporters." I grumble. 

"Yes , well...then we must make sure that you don't mess THIS up too" he says. 

"I dont need to read the reports of my son deceiving and manipulating a teenager, or knocking her up and-"

"Jesus...im not knocking anyone up." I say. 

"Well...Im just saying." he says.

I hold up a hand. "I am always one hundred percent safe on that front." 

Especially with Mina , i think to myself. Considering I won't be touching her. Even if she did do quite a bit of growing up. she was Michael's little sister, she was Mina Mouse. There was no room to fuck this up. So that meant keeping my hands to myself. 

However when I walk into my place, and call her name, only to walk through the house to find her asleep. On. My. Fucking. Bed.  With her strawberry blonde hair fanned out around my pillow like she's fucking sleeping beauty, I cant help the grin that spreads across my face. Imagining what Mina Mouse would do if I crawled onto the bed, and ontop of her, and kissed that sliver of skin across her stomach. 

I knock loudly on my open bedroom door, and chuckle as she startles, shooting up in my bed with wide eyes and looking around and then at me. 

"Oh!" she gasps. "I ..." 

"You're in my bed." I say and she flushes, her cheeks going an adorable rosy pink. 

"I was, just watching tv..I ...I must have fallen asleep." she says. 

"hmm." I say. 

"It's....you only have one television." she says. 

I nod. "Correct." 

She swallows and swipes her hand over her hair and I smile slightly. 

"It's alright Mina Mouse." I say and she heaves a breath. 

"Is that what you were looking for in my closet? Another television?" I say , deciding to be a dick and mess with her. 

Her eyes bulge. 

"I....I...." she pauses. 

"Find anything good Mina Mouse?" I ask, as I walk over to the bed with a smirk and place my hands on the bed, leaning over and looking at her as she swallows. She shakes her head. I smile. 

"I should have been fair...and told you that I have cameras in my closet...as well as the rest of the house. Besides the bedrooms and bathrooms.and my closet is the only one with a camera, due to the jewelry." I tell her. 

"I'm sorry for snooping." she says quietly. 

I smile. "No you're not...you're sorry you got caught." I smirk. 

she takes a deep breath. 

"Fine. Im sorry for getting caught." she says and I smile. 

"I'll have a television put in your room." I say. 

"I...I dont need one." she says as I push off the bed and loosen my tie. 

"Yes , you do." I say. 

"no...it's fine..I dont need one" she insists. 

I take a deep breath as I slip off my tie and drape it over the chair near the window and look at her as I shrug off my suit jacket and pull it off.

"Yes.. You do. Because the only time a lady is ever allowed in my bed...is when she's naked Mina." I say honestly. 

She blinks. "Wha...what? Excuse me?" 

"You heard me." I say as I unbutton my sleeves of my dress shirt and roll them up my forearms and I watch her eyes go to my arms as I push up the sleeves. 

"I don't need my best friends little sister sitting where I fuck." I say. 

Her head jerks back and she pushes up and moves off the edge of the bed.

"Gross." she says quietly. 

I chuckle. 

"But.." she says and I cock my brow and she crosses her arms. 

"You actually WONT be...ya know...while I'm here...that's the arrangement right?" she asks. 

I give a small smile.

"You think I dont know how to sneak women into my place?" I laugh slightly. 

Her brows pinch. 

I walk over and rub her hair ontop of her head and she growls slightly and swats my hand away. 

"Stop! doing that!" she grumbles and I laugh. 

"Hope you have good ear plugs Mina. The girls I bring home tend to get loud."