Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Piper

I could hear the party downstairs from my bedroom. The music beat through the floorboards, making it impossible to ignore it. Obviously, since I was the help, I wasn’t invited. However, that didn’t stop me from wanting to sneak a peek.

Flipping the page of my book, I forced myself to stare at the pages even though I wasn’t really getting any of the stories in. The book was some paranormal romance about vampires and werewolves, something that wouldn’t happen in the real world, and I couldn’t get into it, not when I had my very own set of panty-dropping men to daydream over.

Giving up, I threw the book to the side and stood from my bed. Maybe a nice bath would help me forget about the party I was missing out on. I disrobed on my way to the bathroom, rolling my shoulders as I unhooked my bra.

Starting the water, I poured in some bath salts I had bought today on my shopping trip. Usually, I wouldn’t waste the money on such needless items, but now that I didn’t have to worry about food or housing, I found myself with more money than I was used to in the last few months.

Spending the day outside of the house had been odd. I’d already gotten used to getting up early and working until I passed out at night. At first, I hadn’t known what to do with myself. I had climbed into my car and drove around town trying to figure out what to do first.

Then I found the car wash place. I figured I might as well get that done while I made a plan of action. So, while they cleaned my car inside and out, I flipped through my phone checking up on all the things I had missed out on. I made a list of bills that had piled up that needed to be paid as soon as I got my first check.

My phone had been the only thing I had kept, well, that and my car, since I had given up my apartment. I even had to give up my cat, Marco, named after my cheating ex-boyfriend. I might be able to live in a car but forcing my cat to would have been torture not only for me but the poor beast as well.

When the water filled the tub, I stepped into the steaming liquid and sighed. I piled my hair up on my head in a messy bun and then sank into the water up to my neck. That’s the stuff.

This bath salt had been an impulsive purchase while I strolled through the local superstore. That and tampons. I was due for my period any day now. I didn’t want to be wearing those things that could double as a diaper while surrounded by so many hot guys.

Thinking of the masters made my mind wander back to the party downstairs. I sadly couldn’t hear anything over the music, and I wondered what kind of party it was. A birthday party? A promotion at work? Or maybe it was a fundraiser?

I didn’t know why I was bothered by the party at all. I had never been a big socializer, to begin with. Parties were things I flinched at the thought of, let alone going to it. Maybe it was the fact that I knew the men I’d started to see as mine were down there, no doubt being drooled over by some rich and frivolous women. They were all probably batting their eyelashes at them and shoving their fake boobs into their arms.

Snorting, I shifted in the tub. They were probably having the time of their life, Rayne most of all. He seemed to be the type to thrive on the attention, even if he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Drake and Allister would let the women come to them. They weren’t the type to chase after anyone, well, besides me but that’s only because they were messing with me. At least Drake did, I hadn’t spent much time with his twin. I was sure there was nothing more to Drake’s teasing than just that because he could.

Now, Wynn, I wanted to say he wouldn’t even be interested, but I knew a charmer when I saw one. I’d been on the receiving end of his flirting, and it was merciless. The women downstairs, I was assuming there were some unless I had my wires all crossed, wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. They were probably arguing over who got to have him first. I chuckled a bit at the thought, and even to my ears, it was bitter.

Stop it, Piper. You’re the maid. They’re your employers. What did you think would happen?

Forcing the thoughts down, I focused on my little fantasy. Antoine and Marcus with their aloof personalities wouldn’t even pay any mind to the women around them. Antoine might talk to them, but only to the extent of what was polite, never giving them the chance to misunderstand him. Marcus would just glare, his go-to for whenever he caught sight of me, not that he had spoken two words or any words to me for that matter to me. Those hateful eyes would be enough to scare any unwanted attention away.

My line of thoughts made me think about my own dating experiences. It’d been a while since I’d been with anyone. I didn’t keep boyfriends for very long. Usually, they thought I was too abrasive to keep around. I didn’t pay enough attention to them.

If they were worth paying attention to, then I would. I snorted and rolled my eyes.

I couldn’t see myself ever getting bored with any of the Durand brothers. They were all unique in their own way. If anything, I might die of a heart attack from the way they kept surprising me. Those ladies down there didn’t know how lucky they were.

Whichever one of the brothers chose them would no doubt take care of them. They’d make sure they didn’t leave until they were fully satisfied. A wistful sigh escaped from my lips. Bone liquefying kind of satisfaction. Of course, the masters would send them on their way as soon as they were done, but they would have a happy look on their faces, all too happy to have a one-night stand with them.

I know I would be.

My body warmed at the thought of any of their hands on me. That thought turned into a dark fantasy where I was surrounded by all six brothers, each of them taking their turn to touch and caress me. As my mind wandered so did my hands, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples until I gasped. I imagined Wynn’s long fingers slipping between my thighs and rubbing circles around my clit.

My breathing came in short pants now as I leaned my head back on the edge of the tub. Drake and Allister would take the fight to my lips, each of them trying to outdo the other, while Rayne would fondle my breasts. Marcus’s thick fingers would tease my pussy, only dipping one finger in until I was begging for more.

Antoine, however, would not share me. He would watch from the sidelines, those intense eyes staring at me while his brothers devoured me, watching and waiting his turn until he could have me. His pale eyes would lock with mine as his brothers worked me until I cried out in ecstasy.

When I came down from my self-inflicted high, I felt like a fool. I laughed bitterly as I rubbed a wet hand over my face. What the hell was I thinking? None of them would be with me, let alone share me. I was a lowly maid, nothing more.

I snorted, thinking of what Darren had said. Apparently, I wasn’t even trusted to be that either.

Climbing out of the tub, I wrapped a towel around myself. As I pulled on a long t-shirt and boxer shorts I’d stolen from an ex, I heard something from outside my room. Inching my way toward the door, I checked that it was indeed locked.

I moved away from the door but heard it again and more distinctly.

A moan and not just any moan, but a woman’s.

An unreasonable amount of anger filled me at the sound of it. I couldn’t have them, so they had to rub it in my face? They couldn’t take their women to their room and defile them there?

My blood raged in my veins as I ripped the door open. I recognized the broad back pressing a blonde-haired woman against the wall immediately. Drake. Of course, it would be Drake. The smug bastard couldn’t leave well enough alone.

Ready to give the man a piece of my mind, I cleared my throat. “Do you mind?”

Slowly, Drake turned from the woman, and I gasped. His eyes practically glowed in the dim hallway and had a sinister hunger in them. Drake licked his lips where a dark liquid covered his chin and lower lip.

My hand came up to my mouth as I stifled a gasp.

Drake let the women in his arms go, and she sagged to the floor, her eyes closed. I didn’t have the courage to check if she was still alive as Drake was moving toward me. I scrambled backward and barely got the door closed and locked before he began to bang on it.

“Pretty girl, come out and play,” Drake crooned through the wood. When I didn’t answer, he banged on the door some more and said sweet nothings to try and get me to open up.

“Don’t you want to know what it feels like?”

I shook my head, though he couldn’t see it. I pressed my back up hard against the wood of the door, my legs trembling beneath me.

“I know you do,” he purred, his voice reached parts of me that tightened and moistened despite my fear. “I can smell you, you know. Every time you think no one can hear you in the safety of your little room, we can smell your arousal, hear your gasps of pleasure.”

My face heated at his words. Could they really? The thought didn’t anger me as much as it had when Antoine had made me think they were spying on me.

“Let me in, Piper.” He murmured my name like a caress against my skin. “Let me show you just how good it would be.”

Moving away from the door for a moment, my hand reached for the doorknob and then another voice joined Drake’s.

“What are you doing?”

Antoine.

His voice snapped me out of whatever trance I’d been in, and I jerked my hand away from the door. I backed all the way up until I was on my bed, my eyes never leaving the door. I wrapped my arms around my knees and rocked back and forth as I stared at the door.

“Just having a bit of fun.” Drake huffed a laugh.

“Not with her. Get back downstairs and take your... guest with you.”

Drake didn’t argue, and then after a moment of silence, I thought they had gone. Then Antoine spoke again.

“Are you alright, Miss Billings?”

I didn’t answer, too petrified to move let alone speak.

“Piper?” My name in his accented voice shocked me out of my debilitating fear.

Clearing my throat, I blinked. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Good.” He paused and then added, “Don’t open your door again.”

“I won’t.” I barely got the words out, but there was no answer and no retreating footsteps. I was tempted to check and see if he was gone, but his warning rang clear in my mind.

Lying in bed with the light next to the bed on, my thoughts whirled a mile a minute at what I had seen, not wanting to believe it was true.

It makes sense when I think about it. I glanced down at the book I had been reading. Vampires.

No. No way. I shook my head against the thought. I was just reading too much into it.

Are you though?

The heavy drapes. The barely eating, if at all. I had never seen them eat besides that one cookie with Rayne but that was barely a nibble. Besides that, I’d only ever seen them drink those silver containers which now that I thought of it, that red liquid on Rayne’s lips had not been beet juice but blood.

How had I been so stupid? All the signs were there. They didn’t come out until night time, well, there was the occasional run-in, but it was always at early morning. Then there were the warnings to not interact with them and to lock my door at night. They had tried to tell me in their own way.

Even Darren trying to get rid of me the first day had been a warning. He had tried to keep me from getting hurt. My heart warmed slightly at the man’s unorthodox way of showing he cared. He obviously knew about them. Gretchen probably didn’t. She didn’t come in often enough, but it would be easy for me to figure it out. I was surprised I hadn’t until now.

You were too caught up in your fantasies of them to care.

I scowled at myself for my sex-driven brain. I could have easily let myself be eaten by them with all the times I was alone with them, and when I thought about it, I almost had. The incident with Drake came to mind, and I shuddered at how close I’d been to getting bit.

There were no more incidents for the rest of the night. Drake must have given up and gone back to his victim for the night. I worried about the woman and the rest of the guest’s downstairs, but my own survival was my primary concern. I was no hero, that was for sure, not that I’d ever claimed to be. The only thing on my mind was getting out of there without getting bit or, worse, killed.

Man, I really had loved this job.