Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Antoine

Darren stood in thedoorway of my office. Annoyance covered his face. Not that it was much different than his usual look. The human servant’s face always was sort of pinched, like it would kill him to be happy.

“What is it?” I tried not to snap at him but really the more time I spent being bother the longer it would take to finish my work.

You’d think being undead would mean my life was full of blood and lounging about, but life still went on and the world was constantly changing. However, one thing never changed.

Paperwork.

It was unending, it seemed. Like my life. I swore if a stake didn’t kill me first, the paperwork would. It wasn’t as bad as it used to be. The work took twice as long before computers and pens, back when everything had to be written by hand and the ink got everywhere. I’d ruined many a shirt because of ink spills.

I missed the good old days when one could make agreements and buy property by word of mouth and money. Nowadays, you needed lawyers and contracts. Too many people had no honor and would fuck you in the ass if you let them. I tried to be the fucker over the fuckee.

“I sent Miss Billings on a shopping trip as requested.” Darren half bowed to me, his words pulling me from my thoughts.

“Good,” I commented, tapping my pen on the top of my desk. “She needs to spend more time out of this house.”

Darren’s face pinched even more. It was going to implode if he didn’t stop worrying so much. “But Master Durand, wouldn’t it be wiser to keep her isolated? She would be less likely to tell secrets of the household if we keep her here.”

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Normally, yes. However, this one has too many of my brothers intrigued.”

“Probably because she hasn’t tried to jump any of them in the hallways.” Darren almost smiled, his lips tugging up at the sides.

“Yes, that might be it exactly. I thought having a maid who wasn’t interested in us and desperately needed the job would make our lives easier but unfortunately...” I groaned and threw down my pen.

Darren moved across the room on his own, stopping beside my desk. I pushed my chair back slightly and gestured for him to come around.

Darren was blood bonded to me and, with that, came a certain attraction. Neither one of us particularly cared for men, but nonetheless, we wanted to touch each other, to make the other person feel better, in any way that was needed. Kneeling before me, Darren reached for the buttons of my pants.

“If she finds a social life outside of the house, then we are less likely to have to hire a new one any time soon,” I explained. Thinking of the maid and her mouthy tendencies had me hardening beneath Darren’s hands.

“She is a pretty thing,” Darren commented, releasing me from my pants.

His hand wrapped around me, tugging on my length until I was thick and firm. Swirling his thumb over the head of my cock, Darren shifted closer to me. I parted my thighs allowing him room to fit between them, my anticipation building.

“Yes, she is,” I hummed and then let out a sharp breath.

Darren pulled me into his mouth, the hot cavern making me grunt. One hand dipped into my pants, cupping me from beneath as his mouth worked me. I closed my eyes briefly and enjoyed the feel of his tongue curling around me, sliding up and down the sensitive flesh. Blonde hair and a pouty mouth came to my mind, and I could feel the edge coming closer than normal. I laid my hand on his head, moving him how I liked it. After all these years, Darren didn’t need much instruction, and before long, I was coming.

Moving away, Darren wiped his mouth and buttoned my pants back up. “The preparations are almost complete. Would you like me to let you know when the guests arrive?”

I placed a hand against the side of his face. Stroking my fingers along the smooth skin of his cheek, I asked a question rather than answering his. “Do you enjoy your life here with us?”

Black brows shot to his hairline as Darren’s eyes widened. “Of course, I do. You saved me. I am nothing but grateful to you. To all of you.” He paused for a moment and then stood, adjusting his suit jacket. “Why do you ask?”

Twisting my chair back to my desk, I picked my pen back up. “No reason. Simply making sure your quality of life is still up to your standards. I would hate to have my best worker leave me all of a sudden.” My lips curled up a salacious grin. “After all, good help is so hard to find these days.”