EroticReverie

Zane - The next morning

I swear I can still taste her on my tongue when I wake up in the morning, the sun barely risen as Arabella lays right where I left her, by my side, curled up against me. Her head in the nook of my arm and on my chest, her long brown hair spilling over my arm and the pillow.

I'd done what she asked. I'd kissed her on nearly every inch of her body, and may have kissed her breasts, and pussy quite a bit more than the rest of her. I'd made her cum twice before taking her into my arms, letting her fall asleep. 

Maybe Colt was right, maybe I was pathetic. Because I've been in love with Arabella for over a year now, and I'm pretty sure I loved her long before that. Yet, I knew, we all knew, Victor was the one she belonged to. I know she loves me, I know that I'm the one she's closest to, but I also know it doesn't matter. Victor is the one she wants most. She might love me, might care for all of us, and even love the others too, she's told me as much when we talk, but she's Victor's above all else. 

I stroke her hair and she hums softly and shifts beside me just slightly. 

"I have to leave." I whisper to her, kissing her forehead. "Before Victor gets up" I tell her. 

She mumbles something I can't make out and slides her arm over me and hugs herself to me. It makes me smile, it always does, when she pulls herself tighter to me on the mornings that I've woken up in her bed. 

The rest of the guys didn't like to do feelings, didn't like to do love, and refused to fall for women. But I was the only one that was honest with myself, that being loved by a woman, felt fucking incredible. There was nothing better than Arabella's green eyes on mine , telling me she loved me. Nothing better than her trusting me and caring for me, and wanting my company. She'd been young when she came here, and she still was, but it didnt stop me from being utterly fucking mesmerized by her and wanting her around me as much as possible. I felt like a pervert when I'd realized I was falling for a sixteen year old girl. With our ten year age gap, and her being underage, it felt like I was a loser, that couldnt get a woman his own age. But I know that wasnt that case, we could all have pretty much any woman we wanted. We were all good looking, and rich, and at least I also had being a pretty decent guy going for me as well. 

"Don't" she whines as I go to sit up. 

"I have to, precious" I say and lean down, kissing her head again and then turning and sliding out of her bed.

"Get some rest." I say, her sleepy eyes trying to stay open, but she falls back asleep easily and I lean over and kiss her head once more and then leave her in her room. 

I go to my room, not far from hers, and get into my shower. My cock hard and waiting for me to find release, begging for me to find it. I'd been painfully hard for her last night, just like I always was whenever we happened to lay in bed together. 

I finish showering, and call Mia, one of the girls. 

"Do you need me?" She answers, sleepily after the third ring. 

"Yes please." I answer and she yawns. 

"Give me fifteen minutes?" She asks. 

"Sure. I'm in my bedroom." I say and she yawns again. 

"What should I wear?" She asks. 

"Something sweet, please." I say and she hums softly. 

"Should I wear the contacts?" She asks. 

I sigh. 

"I'll wear them." she says, not needing me to answer.

"Be there in fifteen Zane." she says and hangs up the phone. 

Mia is 20 , and has been here since she was 19. She came not too long after Arabella arrived, and I'm pretty sure we all knew why Mya was hired by Victor before she even was "tested" by all of us. Because she looked a lot like Arabella. 

Mia is 5'7", just an inch taller than Arabella. She's a more tan version of Arabella, but has the same wavy long brown hair, pretty much the same size breasts, and hourglass shape curves. She's a bit thicker than Arabella, and has the same big eyes, only Mia's are brown, while Arabella's are green.

Out of all the girls that work for us , I like Mia best. Not because of her similar features to the girl I'm in love with, but because her and I , are also pretty close, and friendly. I talk to her, and trust her not to run her mouth and gossip like some of the other girls. She knew I was infatuated with Arabella, and had asked me bluntly one night, if that's why I always call on her. I'd been honest, and told her yes, along with the fact, I genuinelly liked having sex with her, and liked her as a person. We had good chemistry me and Mia. The next time I was with Mia after that, she'd put in green contacts, and I'd busted a hell of a lot quicker than normal that day. I don't always ask her to wear the contacts, I dont always ask her to wear something "Sweet" , like the things Arabella wears to bed, but when I do, I appreciate her discretion, and not telling anyone that I've got it terribly bad for Victor's girl. 

Fifteen minutes later, almost exactly, she knocks on my door. I walk across the room and open the door. Swallowing hard as I look down at her in a soft pink satin sleep set. Much like one of the ones that Arabella's owns, if not the exact same. 

"It's hers." she says and my cock throbs.

"What?" I ask as I step back letting her in, and she walks into my room, and right over to the bed. 

"The sleep set...it's hers." She says, turning and sitting on the bed, her fake green eyes looking back at me. They're not the exact same shade of green. They're a bit darker, not as bright and crystal green as Arabella's. But they're close enough to fufill the fantasy. 

"What do you mean it's hers?" I ask, my brows pinching.

"Last week, I was delivering the girls baskets to their rooms" She says, speaking of one of the chores the girls are meant to do, all of them rotating. I guess we were smart in that way, not needing to hire housekeepers for the massive estate, but letting the girls work for us in multiple ways, that didnt just include sex. 

"I took it from her basket." She says and leans back on one hand. "Why ? Are you mad?" she asks and traces a finger over the slight little dip in the satin tank top over her cleavage.

Was I mad? Partially yes, because I didnt want her wearing Arabella's fucking clothes, but my dick on the other hand, liked the added bit of realness to this fantasy. She was only trying to please me, yet, I couldnt stand something of Arabella's on her. 

"Take it off." I say gently. 

"You dont want me to wear her things for you?" she asks, a slightly frown on her face. 

She was already wearing her perfume. I could smell it the second she walked in, I could tell it was the same perfume Arabella used, she'd been wearing it for awhile now when I call on her, yet it didnt smell the exact same. It wasnt as sweet as it was on Arabella. 

"Take it off Mia." I say again and she lifts the top without being told again. Then stands and drops the sleep shorts to the floor with the top and sits back down. 

"I thought you'd like it." she says and then pushes back onto the bed and leans back on her elbows, and spreads her legs.

"I appreciate you and what you were trying to do Mia." I say as I walk over to the bed, and look down at her, my hand going to my hard cock as I stroke it and she licks her lips. 

"But if you ever touch her things again, I will have you fired." I say and her eyes pop.

"Geeze...fine. I wont touch princesses things." she says and I feel my jaw tick. 

"Get out." I say and she pinches her brows together with a laugh.

"What?" she asks , confused, and shaking her head as if she didnt hear me right. 

One reason I liked Mia, was because she didn't talk shit about Arabella, she didnt get catty like the other girls, or so I had thought. But here she was, calling her "princess" in a condescending way that I didn't like. 

"I want you to leave, I changed my mind. Please go back to your room." I say and turn away. 

"Zane, you cant be serious, I was kidding" she says and sits up. 

I say nothing as I walk to my closet and hear her huff and mutter to herself. 

I turn and find her grabbing the sleep sets from the floor to get dressed.

"Leave it." I say through gritted teeth. Her head turning and her hands pusing as she lfits the clothes. 

"I'll put it back after i-"

"LEAVE. IT." I bite out the words and she clenches her jaw and then throws the sleep set on the floor at my feet.

"Fuck you Zane, what the HELL is your problem? I play your precious little fuck toy non stop and you flip out because I tried to feed your patehtic little fucking fantasy for her!?" She screeches and my nostirls flare.

"Watch it." I warn her. 

"Screw you! You are SUCH an ASS!" she says and then steps to me. 

"You know why she doesnt want you? Because you're a fucking pussy, you'll never be Victor" she grins wickedly. "Fucking never." 

Before I can stop myself, my hand lifts and the back of it cracks across her face. My eyes going wide as she yelps and the blow sends her to side, stumbling and onto her knees. 

"what the...fuck" she starts to cry and holds her face. 

I swallow hard and she lifts her eyes to me. 

"you hit me" she says, tears streaming down her face. 

We don't fucking hit the girls. Not ever. Unless it was consensual , during sex. But me? I never hit them, that wasn't my style. But Mia talking to me like that, felt like a fucking betrayal of what I thought was someone who was a friend, that I couldnt trust. Guess Colt is right, I'm pathetic. That im too soft, and this is what it gets me, one of the girls talking to me like she doesn't know her place here. 

"And you kept opening your mouth when it should have been shut. Get out." I say, not apologizing. Because I wouldnt. Not after she talked to me that way, It was clear I was being too nice, just like Colt said, if she thought she could get away with it. 

She wipes her cheeks and stands, and glares at me, not another word out of her mouth as I stand there saying nothing, and watch her walk from my bedroom naked, and pissed off. 

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"Get down to my office. Now." A text from Victor comes half an hour later and I roll my eyes. 

I'm already dressed , so I make my way down, ready to get my ass chewed out from the news of last night. He'd learned I'd been the first of us to "cross a line" with Arabella. So I knew it was coming, but didnt expect it at seven in the morning. 

However when I walk into the office, Victor is behind his desk, and in one of the chairs in front of it, sits Mia. I take a deep breath, my jaw clenching.

"what?" I ground the word out through my teeth. 

"Care to tell me why you thought it appropriate to put your hands on an employee?" He asks, glaring at me. If I didn't touch ARabella, he'd probably have asked me if it was true first. But I could tell by the look on his face, he was glad I'd fucking hit Mia. Because now it gave him a reason to mask his anger of Arabella, as something else. 

"I shouldn't have hit her. But respect goes both ways, and she was showing none to me. So I took care of it." I say. 

"Do you feel like a big man now , huh?!" She asks.

"Shut your fucking mouth Mia." Victor growls at her. Her mouth snapping shut, and her arms crossing. 

"Sit." Victor says to me. "Mia. Go." 

"But i-" she starts and Victor cuts her off with a glare. 

"Get out. Now. Before you earn another hand across your face." he warns her. Her eyes popping.

"So you are all just gonna start hitting us now!?" She yells as she stands. 

Victor growls at her. None of the girls were allowed to talk back, especially not to Victor. 

I watch him pick up the house phone and press a few numbers.

"Yes. I need you to see to it that Mia is removed from our company." he says. I know he's talking to Malena.

"Victor! No!" Mia squeals. "Please! Im just, im just upset! Im sorry! He HIT me! What do you expect!?" She keeps squealing. I say nothing. 

"You're kicking ME out?! I'm the best you've got! You KNOW I am!" She keeps yelling as Victor hangs up the phone, and he does nothing but just stare at her, letting her keep ranting. 

"So what?! He just gets to hit me!? HES the one that should be thrown out! HES the one obsessed with your little fucking whore!" She screams. Victors nostirls flaring wide, jaw ticking. 

"HE's the one that's been sneaking into her bedroom at night! They sleep together all the fucking time!!!" she says outing me, laying my shit bare on her way out, going down guns blazing. 

"They're in love with each other! They tell each other all the time! He doesnt respect you! Neither does she! Nobody in this house does! But I do! Ive always done whatever you told me to!" She shrieks. 

Malena opens the door. Flanked by two male security guards. 

"Come with me Mia." 

"Fuck you!" Mia yells to Malena. "You old fucking hag!" She spits at Malena. 

Jesus, Mia was a fucking psycho. Apparently I've been blind the entire time. 

I watch as she screams, laughing maniacally as the guards remove her from the room and Malena follows. 

A scream errupts as the door closes. I can hear Malena's fist landing blow after blow to a screaming Mia.

"Sit." Victor growls at me. I turn from the door to face him. 

Mia would've turned twenty one next month. But a short fuse, was going to lead to her short life. Malena would add another life to list of girls lives she'd taken that caused trouble for our estate. 

I sit. I look at Victor.

"How much of what that whore just said is true?" He asks, glaring at me. I could lie, and say she was crazy, just trying to start shit. 

"All of it." I say. Because fuck it. He should know, he should know that he's not the only option for Arabella, that she's not JUST his. She's all of ours, and especially mine too. 

"Lay another fucking finger on her..." He says and leans back and nods to the door. "And i'll have you buried next to your second favorite whore." He says, meaning Mia, who would be buried somewhere far out in the woods on our land with the rest of all the girls who'd dared to fall out of line. 

"Then kill me." I say with as causual of a shrug as his tone of voice. "Because I'm not staying away from her. And you can't just threaten all of us because you were the last one she wanted to fucking touch." I say and Victor snarls, a fist slamming onto the desk

"SHE IS MINE!" He bellows. "AND THAT'S FINAL!" 

"Go fuck yourself." I say as I stand. 

I listen to his drawer open, my heart stopping a moment as I listen to the sound of pistol being readied.

"Take another fucking step and I'll blow your fucking brains out." He says and I grit my teeth. 

"then fucking do it." I say, taking another step, holding my damn breath , taking another and another. 

"STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!" He yells as I shut the door the gun goes off. I jump slightly. Looking down the hall I see Bones, Colt and Gage, their heads turning from watching the security guards drag an unconscious Mia through the foyer, blood dripping along the hall from her beaten face. Their eyes drawing to me, and the sound of the gun shot. The sound of crashing and banging coming from Victor's office, losing his god damn fucking mind. 

The other three lifts their brows, eyes wide. I just shake my head, and walk away. Not wanting to fucking talk to them either.