Chapter 45: Sucking his thick long cock like a lollicock

Ivy’s pov

The words on the screen burned into my retinas.

"...you’re not the real maid."

Just how much did the blackmailer know? They knew I was sleeping with the brothers; I thought that was all they knew, but thanks to crazy Ivy Thompson, they now knew I wasn’t the real housekeeper?

What on earth did they want?

If they dug further down this rabbit hole, they would find out everything. Cold panic lanced through my chest. My fingers trembled as I dialed the number. It rang once, twice, then went to voicemail.

So, they were both a blackmailer and a coward?

Was it Ivy Thompson? Jacob? Tittyana!?

I swiped to the messaging app and jabbed at the keyboard, my thumbs flying across the screen.

"If you want something, grow a pair of balls and ask for it. I don’t have time for childish high school games. What do you want?"

I hit send, my breath coming in ragged bursts. The reply was almost instant.

"Wow. Impressive text. I wonder if you’ll be that confident when the truth is out."

A bitter laugh escaped me. I typed back, my anger overriding my fear completely. Fuck this. I was not going to wallow around like some victim. "If you cared about the truth, you would have told the brothers instead of blackmailing me. Now, what do you want?"

I sent the message and stared at the screen, waiting for a while before changing into my maid uniform. Just as the three little dots appeared, indicating he was typing a reply, a knock sounded on my door. I jumped, shoving my phone deep into my apron pocket.

I opened the door to find Roman standing there, all smiles, hazel eyes glowing brightly. He was dressed in a tailored navy blazer and chinos, his sunny blonde curls perfectly tousled.

The sheer force of his good mood was almost blinding; it almost put me in a good mood. Jeez, what was he? Apollo, the sun god?

"Vivi," he beamed, reaching a hand out, his fingers gently twisting a strand of my hair. The simple, affectionate gesture sent an unwanted shiver through me.

Oh god, it didn’t help that he smelled so good. "There you are. I was hoping I would find you."

I tried to step back, to put some space between us. The memory of my father’s words, the knowledge that he knew I had slept with him, made my stomach turn. How could I do this anymore?

"Hey. Vivi? Are you okay? You... your eyes don’t sparkle,"

Oh lord.

"I’m fine," I lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just tired."

His brows only furrowed deeper as he cupped my jaw, tilting my head up while his eyes roamed over my face.

"Well, I have the cure for that. I made breakfast. Come eat with us."

I blinked. "You... cooked?"

"Don’t sound so surprised," he chuckled, dropping his hand from my face to grab my hand. "Come on."

Too exhausted to argue, I let him lead me down the grand staircase toward the dining hall. I had to find a way to get their schedule anyway.

Maybe this was an opportunity. I just prayed Tatianna wasn’t at the table, or I would not be held responsible for responding to whatever shit she threw my way.

Gideon and Malachi were already there. Gideon sat at the head, a frown etched onto his handsome face as he scrolled through his phone, wearing- you guessed it. A suit.

The day he wore anything besides a suit, pigs were going to fly backwards. Malachi was slouched in his chair, a paint-splattered Rubik’s Cube in his hands, his fingers flying as he solved it rapidly.

His red bandana was tight under his curls, around his head, while black, loose, baggy, ripped jeans and a red top hung off his frame. Several ice bracelets and necklaces clung to his bronze skin.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Kai drawled, not looking up from his cube. His voice was a low, mocking tease that immediately got under my skin.

"Sleeping in on the job, little Ivy? Must be nice."

"At least I don’t look like I rolled around in a shop for high school kids," I shot back, mouth watering at the sight and smell of lasagna filling the air. Roman actually made that?

He finally looked up, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Jealous? You would rather I roll around in you? I can arrange that."

I gasped, mortified that he would say that before his brothers, but Gideon didn’t even bat an eyelid while Roman chuckled, pulling out the chair next to Kai for me. Before I could sit, Kai tossed his solved Rubik’s Cube onto the seat. "Sorry, no space."

"Kai," Roman warned, his voice losing its playful edge.

"What?" Kai smirked at me. "Guess you’ll have to sit somewhere else, little Ivy. If you’re good to me, I could... wait, Ro, what the fuck are you doing?" huh?"

Roman grinned as he moved to his own chair and sat, then pulled me down onto his lap, his arms wrapping securely around my waist.

"Problem solved."

The air crackled. Kai shot upright, his playful smirk vanishing. He snatched the cube off the empty chair. "Absolutely not," he bit out. "Ivy, get over here. Now."

I twisted in Roman’s arms, sinking properly with a defiant smirk on my face. Lord, he smelled delicious. Memories of his face between my thighs filled my head, and I clamped my thighs hard.

"I think I’m perfectly fine right here."

Gideon rose from his chair, his sapphire eyes brimming full of displeasure for a second, and it was all directed at me; then it was gone. "The jet leaves in an hour."

He strode out of the room while my brows furrowed in confusion. "Jet? You’re leaving?"

"Yeah, just a trip to LA," Roman replied as he dished some lasagna onto the plate for me.

How was I supposed to plant a tracker and monitor them if they were in another state?

"When will you be back?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Kai leaned forward, his hazel eyes locked on mine, ignoring Roman’s arms around me. "Why? You gonna miss us too much, little Ivy?"

Roman’s lips brushed against my ear in a warm whisper. "Don’t listen to him. I’ll miss you, too."

"Thanks," I blushed, and he gave a low groan, dropping a kiss to the back of my neck, setting my skin ablaze. He tightened his hold on me. "I got you something. I’ll be right back."

He kissed my neck again before untangling himself, leaving the room until it was just Kai and me.

The silence stretched, thickly between us. I picked up my spoon, deliberately, slowly licking the melted cheese off the metal, my eyes locked on his.

His gaze darkened, following the movement of my tongue. I took a sip of Roman’s half-drunk glass of orange juice, making sure a single drop clung to my lower lip before swiping it away with my thumb.

"Stop it,"

"Stop what?" I shrugged innocently. His jaw tightened. I reached for a glass of water, my hand accidentally knocking it over. The cold water soaked the front of my thin uniform dress, the fabric clinging transparently to my breasts.

Kai shot to his feet, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. He stalked toward me, his hands went to his belt, the buckle clinking as he undid it.

I could see the thick, hard ridge of his cock straining against his pants, and my eyes widened in alarm. I tried to stand, to escape, but he was on me in an instant, his hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back.

"You should have known better than to taunt me," he grinned, a feral, dangerous sight. "I’ve been thinking about punishing you ever since I found out you fucked my brother."

"Let me go, you asshole!" I snapped, my scalp stinging.

"I don’t belong to you," I snapped even as some traitorous, humiliating part of me wanted exactly what he was about to give me

"Wrong," he spat, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It sprang up, slapping me hard against the cheek. I gasped in shock. "Did you forget?"

He gripped my hair tighter, the pain making my eyes water as he started to push my head down. "You’re mine whenever the fuck I want. Now open up, little Ivy," he hissed, his voice rough with lust.

"I’m going to fuck that tart, annoying mouth."