She tells me she's going out, and if I need anything the housekeepers’ rooms are on the second floor, west wing. And if I needed anything for my room, school, or any personal items, the laptop on the desk had their credit card information saved for online purchases.
Tossing my bag onto the crisp white sheets, I take a good look around the room. I notice my bed is a Queen, and on the adjoining wall is a door I assume is a walk-in closet. There's also a dresser, side table, and a desk for school work with the laptop she mentioned.
I take a seat at the desk and open the computer. About an hour later, I have a little over five-hundred dollars worth of items in my shopping cart. A new galaxy bed set, some new clothes, a new backpack, some books, makeup, and a new phone.
I didn't bring much with me. I couldn't, not when travelling by portal. All I brought with me was a few changes of clothes, my favorite books, and a framed photo of Leo and me.
Closing the laptop after clicking purchase and ordering everything, I unpack what little I have, setting the photo on my bedside table.
Smiling, I give my fingers a kiss, then place them on his face in the picture. “Miss you already, Leo,” I whisper. In the photo, it's me and him laying down on the bed, and I have my arm above us to take a selfie. We are both sporting silly faces, but not one inch of us is touching. Do you know how hard it is to hang out with your best friend... your crazy, stupidly sexy best friend, all the time, and not touch? Yeah, it's almost damn near impossible. I miss him so much already. Our goodbye was sad, and I could easily see he had tears in his eyes. Getting in contact with people in Hell wasn't easy from Earth. Not knowing when I'd be able to talk to him, or see him again, broke my heart.
Looking out the window, I see the sun is starting to go down.Is it nighttime already?I check the alarm clock on the bedside table, and it reads seven-thirty pm.Guess time flies when you're spending someone else's money.
Today has been a long day. I just want to shower and go to bed. I can deal with my new life tomorrow.
Leaving my room, I set out to find the bathroom. I have no idea where any of the closed doors lining the hallway lead to, and after trying all six doors, I find that none of them are the bathroom. Instead, I’m left with only guest rooms and an office of some sort.
I decided to give the next floor a try. Feeling pissed my mother would put me on a floor with no bathroom of its own, I make my way down and search the second floor. After trying the third door, I finally find a bathroom. Only I don't think this one is for everyone. Bottles of Old Spice shampoo and body wash line the shower racks in what looks like a waterfall shower. The countertop is cluttered with shaving cream, deodorant sticks, and razors. This must be the guys' bathroom. To the right of the room is another door.
Maybe it leads to one of their rooms?Curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to open the door. Peeking my head in, my eyes roam around the space. This one is nothing like mine or the other guest rooms. Not one spot of white in sight. The walls are painted a smokey grey while the bed has a brown comforter, rumpled up like whoever sleeps here was in a rush. Clothes litter the floor, and posters cover one of the walls. A woodsy scent hits my nose, and my body shivers. Suddenly I want to get to know whoever the owner of this room is.
I need to find another bathroom before I run into one of these guys.
Leaving the guys' bathroom, I head back out in search of another one. Remembering what my mother said about the housekeeper, I decide to go look for her.
After opening a few more doors, I find a short little old lady with greying brown hair folding laundry at the end of the hall.
“Excuse me,” I say, getting her attention. “I'm Abby, I'm new here. I was wondering if you could help me?”
She looks up and smiles. “Abigail, so nice to meet you! My name is Mary, I'm one of the housekeepers. Your mother told me you would be arriving today.”
She gives me a hug, and I find it surprisingly comforting.
“It's nice to meet you too. I was wondering if you could tell me where the bathroom is, there doesn't seem to be one on the top floor.”
“Ahh yes, the only bathroom up there is your mother's en-suite. There are two on the main floor, and three washrooms on this floor. One is shared by the boys, another is for everyone to use and the last can only be accessed from Isaac’s room. You can use the one that’s four doors down once you pass the stairs,” she explains, then places two towels and a washcloth in my arms. “Take these too, I haven't had the chance to replace the ones in that washroom yet,” she says, smiling. I thank her and leave.
Passing the stairs, I look down the hallway and see doors on each side of the hall.Four doors down on what side?!How hard is it to find a damn bathroom in this place!
Doing what I did before, I start trying all the doors. Turning the knob to the third door down, I open it to find something I was not, in any way, expecting.
This isn't the bathroom. Nope, this is a bedroom. And in the bed is a naked chick with long black hair with her face shoved into a pillow, muffling her cries of pleasure as an equally naked guy plows into her from behind.
Dropping my towels, I'm frozen in place. I know I should back away and leave, but I can't. My eyes follow the girl's body, past her swaying breasts, down her back that’s bowed in pleasure, and to the large hands gripping her hips tightly. Just behind them, I can see a very impressive cock pumping in and out of her. A grunt causes my eyes to snap up, and they lock with dull grey ones. He's staring at me as he fucks her, and I can't look away. Something in his gaze dares me to leave, but something in me tells me to stay. When I’m finally able to move my eyes, it's to check out this guy who is balls deep into this chick.
Shaggy black hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat. His toned body tenses as he works every muscle he has. His change in breathing brings me back to his face. He's biting his lip as he takes in my appearance. I'm still dressed in the jean short shorts and crop top I arrived here in. My belly is showing from the underside of my boobs all the way to where my shorts ride low on my hips, and by the way his eyes are drinking me in, he likes what he sees.
Turning his head away from me, he closes his eyes, tossing his head back and letting out a sexy, masculine grunt. His body jerks, and it takes me a second to realize he's cumming.
That brings me back to reality. Quickly, I bend over to grab my fallen towels, and slam the door shut. As I rush to get away, I can hear him chuckling from inside the room.
Hoping like Hell this is the bathroom, I open the next door I can find, and praise the lord when it is, in fact, the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I lean against it, letting out a sigh.
What the Hell was that?! Who the Hell was that? Why didn't he tell me to get out? And did he have to look at me like he wished it was me he was fucking? The thought sends tingles to places it shouldn't, and my core grows slick. I groan at the fact that I'm getting turned on by mystepbrotheror one of his friends.
I hear a girl's voice saying goodbye, and I dare to take a peek. Opening the door just a crack, I find the guy standing in his bedroom doorway watching the now dressed girl disappear down the hall. When she's gone, he lets out his wings. I hold back a little gasp as they slowly push out from his back. They are beautiful and pure white, just like everything else around here, except for one small black feather at the top of his left wing. Reaching up, he finds it. Biting his lip, he proceeds to pull it out. My eyes widen in shock.Why on earth would he be putting himself in pain like that?
When it's out, he holds it tightly as it drips blood while focusing all his attention to the spot the feather was in. Then a new one starts to grow. A perfect white feather replaces the jet black one that was once there. He turns, going back into his room and leaving the blood spot on the floor.What the hell was that!