It was the late evening, at the end of September. I could have been anywhere else in the world right then, I could have been back at home rehearsing for hosting the next world championship, but instead I was having dinner with Justin Donovan.

Why am I having dinner with Justin Donovan?

The answer was easy, of course. Justin Donovan had called me, several times in fact, to try and set up some sort of meeting, and to try and keep face, I finally relented.

I didn’t want to meet with him, but I couldn’t let myself seem too suspicious, I couldn’t let him know what was going on. He was just too persistent in trying to get in contact with me.

What did you even see in this guy? Sure, he was handsome, but he wasn’t my type, and he most certainly wasn’t Chloe’s type. Is his dick just that big or something?

I could get through a single dinner session alone with Justin Donovan. Chloe had had dinner alone with him countless times, but I wasn’t Chloe, I was Candace St. Clair.
Justin Donovan was Chloe’s ex-boyfriend, and her former manager. The late Sophia Cavalier’s manager.

“I apologize that it took so long to get back to you on this. After everything that happened, I couldn’t find the energy to just… throw myself back into things. I needed time to process.” I knew exactly why I was here, but I had no idea why he was here.

“It’s alright. I needed time to myself for the same thing, so I’m kind of glad this waited for a few good months…” He was rather slick, he actually looked like more of a sleazebag the longer I saw him. I was lying to his face of course, but he was doing the same. If he really needed time to himself to recover, he wouldn’t have been so persistent in trying to get in contact with me.

“What prompted you to want to bring me all the way out here to meet with you, Mister Donovan?”

He got a small chuckle out of that. “It was your idea to fly all the way out here to meet me, Miss Clair. I was perfectly willing to come to you~”

“I thought it only appropriate having kept you waiting for so long of course.” I slowly sipped from my ice tea, admiring the restaurant. “Thank you so much for picking out the venue though, it’s stunning.”

“Thank you, it’s always been my favorite.” He mimicked my movement, holding his own glass in one hand as he drank. “I just wanted to touch base with you I suppose.”

“How so?”

“I’m sure many many people have reached out for you about your feelings about what happened with Sophia.”

“More than I would have liked, yes.”

“That bad?”

“Of course. I felt terrible when I found out… it was heartbreaking.”

“It really was…” He sighed, setting his glass back down. “I can’t help but feel guilty.”

“I can imagine. Having been so close to her.”

“It’s crushing, what happened. If I had known, I would have done something… but there’s nothing that I can do now, I just can’t believe I never even noticed.”

“Never noticed what?”

“The signs… It was just like she was fine one day, and then the next day I found out that she literally drove her own car off a bridge and into the ocean… feels like I’m partially to blame.”

Shit, now I was beginning to feel guilty, I couldn’t imagine what the guy was going through thinking that Sophia had driven herself off a cliff during a suicidal depression episode. I knew I wasn’t going to be getting through dinner without mentioning her, but he really didn’t waste time.

“I can’t imagine how you must feel Justin, especially in the months since. I know that there’s been a lot of eyes on you.”

“There have been, and there have been a lot of eyes on you, too.”

“At first I couldn’t fathom why I was being dragged into the spotlight because of it… but after a little while I understood, especially considering how… suspicious it all seemed at first.”

“How did that go, if I might ask?”

“It’s not about me of course, Sophia died, and it was a tragedy… People were justifiably upset when they found out, I was upset too. But it made me really angry that some people started pointing fingers at me… I was upset too, I was a fan of hers as well. After what happened to her, I just couldn’t find the energy to face these accusations of having done something to her. They even did an entire investigation into me to try and grasp at straws for an explanation, but… people just took my silence as an admission of guilt.”

“I understand that completely… there was an investigation conducted looking into me as well.”

“Maybe part of the reason I just didn’t want to talk with you was just because I thought maybe you were convinced that I was somehow to blame as well.”

It was a fine line to be walking, but I was pretty good at lying, it was part of my job. I was to blame for Sophia’s death. I was the one who seized control of her power steering, smashed her car through the railing of the bridge late in the night and sent her plummeting into the water. I was the one who had her taken to and then declared dead at the hospital. I was the one who pretended to have her cremated for her funeral, and then secretly had her and her car both shipped across central America to me. I didn’t do any of these things personally, but I was the one who arranged for them to happen, I made them happen. I killed Sophia Cavalier, and I did it with ease.

A simple investigation into me was doomed to fail from the start. I had gotten a Master’s degree in computer science as a front for learning the ins and outs of money laundering. I had covered up all of my trails, leaving no trace of my deeds. They found nothing on me, just as I planned it. But even as we continued to make almost friendly conversation I could tell he was onto me, he knew something.

Justin and I had done business in the past, though it was mostly through my own manager, Tallie Paciente. Tallie knew about Chloe from the start of course, gods did she know, that woman was a monster. Chloe wasn’t the only one guilty of doing risky business with her manager, though I hadn’t really had the time to find myself under Tallie’s boot with everything that was going on, I had been preoccupied with Chloe.

I had expected a call from her about possibly spending a weekend ‘catching up’ before the next professional season began, but she had instead urged me to spend a weekend flying out to San Francisco to meet with mister Donovan. On top of just not wanting to meet with the guy, I hadn’t really had the time, I had a girl locked up in my closet that I had to pay attention to. But now I had all the time in the world. It was bittersweet, but Chloe was no longer my problem.

It was not bittersweet, it was awful. I missed watching her stupid pig face going down on my cock.

Technically, I still had things to hide from him, but I no longer had that all important something to lose. Even if he miraculously figured out that I was in possession of Chloe, he could no longer acquire her from me, I didn’t have her.

It was time to move on, to return to business as usual. As I prepared to return to the public spotlight for the first time in months, my time with Chloe had drawn to a close.

I had gotten my time in the sun, but there would be no endless summer, it was time for my midsummer madness to come to an end. I wanted to be over Chloe, but I knew I never would be. Every sun has to set eventually, but I wasn’t yet ready to close the book on my love for her. Our story wasn’t over.

I couldn’t get her off of my mind.

“So, what was your relationship with Sophia like?”

He paused, taking a moment to try and discern what exactly I meant by that. Whoops, I wasn’t supposed to know about that.

“Is this on or off the record, Ms. St. Clair?” He chuckled to himself, finishing off his glass just in time for the appetizers to be delivered, handing his glass off to the waitress. “We were something together, that’s for sure… but I’m not sure that’s either here nor there~”

“Off the record, of course, Mr. Donovan. It is at this point semi public information that you and her were involved in some form of romantic and or sexual relationship… But I’m not one to speculate, so I want it straight from you. Give me the dirty details~”

“There’s not much of a story to be told, I’m afraid-”

“Oh don’t be like that Justin, if I may call you Justin… Give me something here, recount some of her stories to me, please… I’d think it’d help me to know a little bit more about who she was, at her best.”

“Right.” He smiled, chewing on his food intermittently as he continued to chat. “Sophia was pretty brazenly a lesbian. But yes, we were together at one point.”

“Something you felt that you needed to keep private… or secret from the public?”

“No, actually. It was a long time ago, way before she was a public figure.”

“Right, so then how did you two meet?”

“Well, before I became the manager for her esports career, I was actually her manager at gamestop-”

“And that’s how you two met?”

“Kind of, but not really- but kind of… See, she was adopted, and she lived on a deficit of money and an excess of time. She didn’t really play video games so much as she liked watching others play them, at least at first.” He paused to chew, trying not to choke. “She liked reading gaming publications, remind me to tell you about her magazine thing later- but we met when I was just working there as a clerk, and she actually applied to work there once and got turned down, but she still hung out there a lot.”

“Let me guess, you interviewed her again when you became manager, and you hired her then.”

“Bingo. Look, she was cute~!”

“She was, wasn’t she?”

“Forgive me for just kinda ranting about her life’s story… but it is helping, I think.”

“By all means, continue~”

“She got her hands on some money, so she got into starcraft, and holy hell was she good. I kept telling her to play competitively, but it took her months before she was even confident enough to play in front of me. Look, there’s a lot of yada yada, but basically-” He stopped, looking around to make sure no one else was listening. “She felt weird sucking her manager’s dick, so she quit.”

I giggled, knowing very well how much of an angel Chloe was with her mouth. “A proud lesbian, huh?”

“I’m getting to it, Candace- If I may call you Candace?”

“You may~”

“So she lived in a foster home, and she was always kind of a punk, she got along with the other girls so poorly that she had to sleep in a bedroom full of boys, not that she should have been trusted in a bedroom full of teenage girls… but the magazine~”

“The magazine?”

“Promise you won’t spill all of this to the public, but growing up she had this magazine full of pictures of naked women, and for some reason her foster parents let her keep it just because she was a girl~”

“Oh my god, really?”

“I’m only telling you this because it’s you, and Chloe kind of looked up to you.”

I paused, a lump forming in my throat. “...She did?”

“She did…” He sighed. “She moved in with me, she had to so that she could work her next job as event security, and by that point we were pretty steady together. We even moved from that little one bedroom apartment I was staying in to another apartment together.”
“So what’s this about me?”

“She worked event security at this gaming conference center, and I remember one day she came home and she was just… gushing about you.”

My heart fluttered at the thought of Chloe gushing about me long before I ever noticed her. “About me?”

“She was this starcraft superfan, always keeping up with the esports scene, and you were her favorite rookie. She was just melting with happiness about getting to meet you.”

“I feel bad for not remembering that.”

“She wasn’t shy, but she wasn’t exactly outgoing… and I knew long before she was willing to admit it to herself that she preferred women over men.”

“Oh?”

“Look… it’s not exactly easy to talk about how she realized her sexuality while she was with me… but once she had, she was a lot happier. At least I thought she was.” He stopped for several moments, and I wondered whether I should say something to fill in the gap. “She dove headfirst into esports, with no idea what she was doing… She was living alone, doing everything by herself, and aside from me she really didn’t have any friends. But she needed a manager, and I had plenty of experience with managing her.”

“Justin. Why am I here?” I stopped him. “What’s really going on?”

“Like I said, I just wanted to touch base with-”

“That’s not what this is, Mr. Donovan. Clearly you’re here to talk about her, or else you wouldn’t have all of this prepared ahead of time.” I calmly finished my own drink, just in time to hand the empty glass off to the waitress as she delivered our food. “I wouldn’t have flown all the way out here if I thought that you just wanted to chat, that’s what email chains are for. What is this about?”

“You and her had something going on before she died. You took a liking to her pretty quickly.” He finished off the appetizers in time to hand the empty tray off to the waitress before she left. “Really, I just wanted to thank you for the kind of support you gave her… she was my best friend, even if she wouldn’t admit that.”

Justin was clearly very distraught, not knowing how to approach the topic. “You did a lot for her… your sponsorship meant the world to her. She wouldn’t have gotten where she did so quickly if it weren’t for you, if you didn’t offer her the support that you did so early on, she probably never would have made it… she would have given up somewhere along the way.”

“I… thank you… I appreciate that a lot, actually…” I bit my lip, swallowing the heavy lump in my throat. “I miss her…”

“I couldn’t believe it at first, there was no way it could have been a suicide… At first I wanted to believe that maybe you did something to her, but I knew from the start…” Justin looked down at his food, the both of us seemingly having lost our appetites. “The moment she got to stand next to you on the biggest stage in the world to her was the happiest moment of her life, but afterwards… she sank.”

“She what?”

“The only thing on her mind was how guilty she felt about beating you, after everything you did for her… She thought you were upset at her, she felt like she ruined your whole life.”

“No, tell me she didn’t…”

“All I know is that it was the only thing on her mind during those last few weeks. My last moments with her were listening to her cry about how awful she felt about it, she left my house… and she never made it home.”

“So, you think she-”

“I think that was why she did it, yeah… I think that was what… pushed her over the edge.”

My heart sank deeper than it ever had before. “And that’s why you wanted to meet with me?”

“Partially.” Justin produced a small red box with a single blue ribbon and bow holding it together. “But mostly because I wanted to give you this.”

I took the box in my hands, examining it closely, feeling whatever was inside rattle against the container. “Thank you, Justin… But you didn’t need to do this, I don’t need a condolence gift~”

“It’s not from me.” He just shook his head, finally beginning to dig into his dinner. “It’s from Sophia~”

“From… Sophia?” I looked at it in disbelief. Chloe…

“Even I don’t know what it is, she wrapped it herself too. She knew that your birthday was in early May, so she decided to get you something, a combination of a birthday present, as well as a way to say… sorry.”

I stared at the late birthday present, tapping on the side of the box and wondering whether or not I should open it right then and there. No… not here. I’ll open it in front of her… I just have to find her…

“Thank you, Justin. I-” I was choking, very nearly being pushed over the verge of tears. “I think I need to go…”

“Thank you for coming out here to see me.”

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There was a silence between us, an understanding, as I quickly made my way out of the restaurant and into the passenger seat of my rental car, unable to keep myself from sobbing over the small box in my lap.

“Hey kiddo, what happened?” I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was a man’s voice. Not Malcolm or even my father, but my brother, Griffin. “Something go wrong? Do I need to put a watchout on him?”

I shook my head, wanting to bury my face in my brother’s chest and cry, but wanting more to show him that I was tough, and that I could handle myself. Griffin however, was having none of that, and a moment later I felt him putting his arm around me and pulling me into his chest. I couldn’t keep my act up for long anyways, so I relented, and I sobbed. “This is all my fault…”

“Calm down, kiddo. Baby steps remember?” He held me at arm’s length, settling back into the driver’s seat. “What happened?”

I just held out the small gift box to him so that he could see it. “I- it’s from Chloe…”

He frowned, gently pushing the box to my chest. “It’s going to be okay. I’m going to make sure that it’s okay.”

I could never ever tell what kind of things were going on in my brother’s head, I just knew that on our way back home to the hotel, there was a look of determination in his eyes, fiercer than I had ever seen it before.

“What do I do now, brother?” I wiped away the last of my tears, pulling myself back together.

“Well first you have to come to your senses, and figure out where to go from here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Move on, Candace.” He frowned, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. “Look, I’ve been talking to Claudia… and I had an idea.”

My face morphed into a scowl at the idea of moving on. “And what’s that?”

“I think you should find another girl, sis.” We slowly pulled into the parking stall. “Claudia is having a party, and I think you should go… with another woman.”

My heart ached at just the thought of it. “Who?”

“The who is up to you, Candace… get out there and meet someone new, or maybe bring Tallie?”

“Tallie and I aren’t like that, Griffin.”

“Then just go to the party with Tallie, or with another girl, maybe a friend?”

I slammed the car door shut, still clutching the box to my chest. “What good will that do for me, brother?”

“If you can’t find a date before the party, then bring a friend, maybe Aria?” He pressed the button on his key fob, locking the car doors. “That way you’re not going alone… and maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a girl there and hit it off?”

“I don’t want to hit it off with another girl, Griffin. I’m not over Chloe.”

“That’s why we need to get you out there to find someone new… you’re not going to find anyone at the facility you like, trust me. It’ll only make things worse.”

“Our sister doesn’t even talk to me Griffin, she wouldn’t invite me in the first place.”

“Oh, on the contrary, little one~” Griffin stopped just outside of the front door to the hotel, holding out a handwritten letter, my second surprise gift of the day. “You’ll have to forgive her, she prefers handwritten correspondence, delivered directly through family~”

I took it from him, reading it to myself all the way through the lobby and up to the room we were staying in.

Dearest sister,
I hope this correspondence finds you well.
Sixteenth of November, at my home, I have an important family announcement to make, and I hope that you will be there for it.
You may consider this your invitation to my next party. It is a plus one event, and I should hope that you don’t find yourself in attendance alone.
Our brother tells me that you’ve been going through something rather difficult, and I want to be there to offer you my support. I look forward to being able to speak with you again.
I would like to offer you my sincerest apologies for what occurred between us when last we spoke, as well as to offer my hand to you in hopes of reconciling our relationship.
And Candace,
Regardless of who your mother was, I would like for you to know that I am unendingly proud to be able to call you my sister.
I know it can’t at all be easy to forgive me, knowing what I did, but I’m sorry about your mother.
I hope you understand that it truly was the only thing that could have been done, and if there was any other way, it never would have happened.
I love you, Candace.

Your sister, through thick and thin,
Claudia Rosegold Mariam

P.S. I am having just the greatest time imagining the look on your face reading a proper handwritten correspondence for what is presumably the first time in your life, and I really wish I was there to see it, if you can, please have our brother take a picture of it for me. Bless his soul, he’ll text it to me, I’m sure~

“A party, really? Look Cyrus, I get what she’s trying to do here, but-” I bit my lip, quickly getting angry at the sight of him taking a picture of me, just as the letter had asked him to do.

“And, sent~” He smirked at me, stopping outside of the door to our hotel room.

“I… why couldn’t she have just texted me?!” I huffed angrily, pouting as he opened the door. “Why do you two always have to make things difficult for me?”

“Because you’re our little sister and we like bullying you~”

“This is a bit beyond bullying now, Cyrus.” I closed the hotel room door behind me as I followed him inside. “Is this why you came all the way out here with me, just to give me this letter? Really?”

“I’ve found her a buyer, Candace.”

I froze, my heart turning to stone at the thought of it. “…Already?”

“Yeah…” Cyrus sat down on the edge of the bed at the far end of the room, sighing to myself. “She was ready for the sale floor on day one.”

“I’m not ready for that, Cyrus.” I bit my lip, swallowing my rage in an attempt to stay calm. “Can’t you just keep her safe for me?”

“She’s not there to be babysat, sis. She’s there to be sold.” Cyrus sighed, beginning to unpack his things for the night. “And I think I’ve found the right buyer for her.”

“Who is it? Please-”

“Candace, no.” He stopped me in my tracks, standing up and physically having to shove me backwards to keep me from fighting him. “If I told you where she was going, you would do something stupid and very likely get yourself in serious trouble.”

He was right. I really did just want to know, but he was right, I could very well end up doing something stupid if I knew who Chloe was going to end up with.

“I’ve done my best, I promise. I hope that for your sake, where she’s going is safe… with someone who won’t hurt, kill, or mistreat her… at least not too harshly.” Cyrus sat back down on the edge of the bed, and I found myself climbing in with him, falling into his arms for a hug. “If this goes through, she’ll be working as a maid… which means hopefully she won’t end up as a sex slave.”

At least I did one thing right, training Chloe as a maid means that she’s already prepared to serve as someone’s maid, which will hopefully keep her safe. “Why come all the way out here to tell me?”

“I wanted to make sure that you were already on your way… you have a long trip ahead of you, and there’s no turning back now… you’re going to be hosting the world championship.” Cyrus smiled at me, gesturing towards the rest of the hotel room and sighing to himself. “And maybe I needed to make sure that I didn’t doing something stupid either.”

“Are you really leaving after this, brother?” I pulled away, giving him a reluctant but thankful smile.

“I can’t leave Liz alone for very long… I just needed to make sure my little sister was going to be okay.”

“Thank you, Cyrus… I’m going to be okay, I promise.”

“You’d better…” He took a quick glance out of the window, cursing himself out under his breath. “I’m doing you both a favor here… so you two had better not fuck this up…”

“I’ll try my best, don’t worry.”

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I made my way into the second of the two connected sleeping spaces in our hotel room, closing the door between mine and my brother’s rooms. Tomorrow, we will both be taking separate flights out of San Francisco. Cyrus will be heading back home, and I will be heading to my next stop, Seattle. God, I was not at all looking forward to Seattle.

The shower connected to my room was running. Of course, I knew that half of the reason Cyrus came here in the first place was to make sure that Aria stayed in line, and to report back to my father if something weird happened with her, and something weird usually always happened with her.

“Oh thank fuck, you’re back.” Aria had been throwing up, which was clearly why she was taking a shower in the first place. “Your brother’s bodyguards are fucking psycho.”

“We can’t just roam free, Aria. I-” I stopped in my tracks, my eyes landing on Aria's neck. “What the fuck is that?”

“Oh, this you mean?! Yeah, Cyrus did it himself!!” Aria was more distraught than I had ever seen her, gesturing to the metal device clamped around her throat. “Your brother thought it was appropriate!!”

I was speechless. I knew that they didn’t trust her at all, but I didn’t think that forcing her into a collar was appropriate in the slightest.

“I know that I’m like… some sort of substitute servant or some shit, but I am not a slave, Candace.” Aria was struggling not to gag at just the thought of it. “I can’t get it off!! please make your brother unlock it, I’m begging you…”

“It wouldn’t help, he wouldn’t do it even if I asked him to.” I sighed, sitting down in bed and shaking my head at her. “Besides, knowing him, he probably left the keys at home.”

“So what?! I’m just supposed to keep it on?!” She scoffed angrily, biting her lip as she tried to physically pry it off of herself.

I froze in place, looking her up and down. The thought had never once crossed my mind until now, but now that it had, I wasn’t sure that I could stop myself. “Get on the bed, Aria~”

Her heavily concealer riddled cheeks lit up at the sound of that, blushing as she stammered. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that there’s only one bed in this room, so if you would like to sleep in it, I would suggest that you do as I say, and lay down~” I sat at the foot of the bed, smirking at her, just waiting for the look on her face when she folds under my will.

“Don’t make this weird, Candace…”

“You know the kind of power I wield, Fairmont. I’ll make this whatever I want.”

Was this a bad idea… possibly. But I fucking deserve to have just a little bit of fun after the week I’ve had. At this point there was nothing Aria could do to change my mind, and I could tell that deep down she didn’t really want to.

Aria wanted this, even more than I did… and right now I couldn’t help myself, I was going to give it to her.

She was nervous and timid, something that I couldn’t usually describe her as, but in the face of a Goddess, it was more than warranted. Especially knowing that this goddess was the kind that could kill you. She climbed into bed, sitting up and looking over at me, her hands still wrapped around her collar, now mostly for comfort rather than in an attempt to remove it.

“I’m not your slave, Candace.”

“But you could be.” I smirked, licking my lips as I got a good mental picture of her still naked body, fresh out of the shower, only just finished getting dried off.

“I- I don’t want to be…” Again with that weirdness she has about her, I couldn’t tell whether she was lying or not, but it didn’t really matter.

“I don’t care what you want Aria, I get what I want, remember?”

“But-”

“I seem to recall you insisting that I wouldn’t need to force you to do anything~” I slowly inched towards her, prowling like a lion. “Unless somehow I’m mistaken?”

“I know what I said, but I’m not…” She stammered nervously, clearly feeling quite bad about how much she wanted this, a look that I had seen in Chloe’s eyes many many times. “Y’know… spayed.”

“We can take care of that later then, kitten~” I purred eagerly at her, and she did the same, eagerly receptive to the title she’d just been given. “Mama cat will stay away from your little jungle… for now~”

“This kitten doesn’t want to be spayed… Candace.” She bit her lip, cooing under her breath, trying not to look desperate for me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you my slave unless I’m forced to~” I really was just toying with her, I had no intention on replacing Chloe anytime soon, but a fuckdoll was most definitely going to be necessary at times if I was going to get over that cute stupid little redhead.

“A-are there safewords?” She slowly slid backwards, letting herself be cornered.

“Safewords?? What, do you expect Mercy??” I scoffed, giggling at the absurdity of it under my breath as I closed in on her. “I said I wouldn’t make you my slave… I didn’t say that I was going to give you a choice.”

She was blushing, quiet whimpers escaping her untrained lips as she stared up at me, now on her back beneath me. “Y-yes… Miss?”

“On all fours, kitten.” I growled at her, intimidating her into quickly doing as I said, rolling onto her belly and getting onto her hands and knees in front of me. “I’ll try not to go somewhere I’m not supposed to~”

I sat up, slowly removing the outfit I had worn to my little dinner date, stripping myself as nude as Aria was. She was no Chloe, but she would do.

She was already quite wet. She had been craving this, I could tell. But I couldn’t get ahead of myself, her little quim was off limits to me tonight. Of course, that limitation was of my own design, and not hers, if I wanted to ram my hard cock up her slit right here and now there was nothing she could do to stop me. I just didn’t want to cause an unplanned pregnancy, like I almost had with Chloe…

Very little came from accidental pregnancies, and I didn’t at all consider myself an exception to that.

I wasn’t just an accident, I was a mistake.

From the very beginning, my existence had been unplanned. I was always the black sheep of what should have been a perfectly nuclear family. I had grown up as an undue burden onto my family, the product of a mistake that my siblings surely wished my father had never made.

It would have been easier to get over her if she was just a toy, I wanted to just see Chloe as a slave, as an object and not a person. But how could I reduce her to that in my mind when I knew that my mother was no different. Before she was my father’s wife, she was his slave.

She was his maid. I tried so hard not to become my father, yet somehow I had gotten so scarily close.

What if I had done what my father did? What if I had accidentally gotten my maid pregnant? How could I live knowing that I had accidentally created an abomination that was just like me?

How could I possibly live if she ended up being put down like my mother had?!

I growled angrily under my breath, hearing Aria let out a gasp as I shoved my fingers up her quivering little cunt, before quickly pulling them out and forcing them into her anus, lubricating her with the liquids from her wet cunt.

Good enough for me. I looked down at my hand after I pulled them out, making sure that they were mostly clean before reaching over and holding them out in front of Aria’s open mouth. “Suck them clean.”

“I… Wh… Eww!!” She shook her head, trying to turn to face me in protest. But before she had the chance to, she squealed loudly, feeling my other hand grab ahold of her dopey little french braid, yanking her head and forcing her gaze straight ahead.

“I said suck them clean!!!”

The next words out of Aria’s mouth was a muffled whimper of submission before I forced my wet fingers into her mouth, forcing her to suck off whatever they’d gotten soaked in from her own ass and vagina, helplessly sucking my fingers clean.

I ripped my hand away from Aria’s mouth as soon as I was satisfied, and not a moment sooner, putting both of my hands on her hips and digging my feline claws into the pathetic little kitten’s skin as I gripped a hold of her.

I had a lot of bottled up anger that I needed to get out. Not just anger towards her, but towards Chloe, towards myself, towards my brother, towards my father, towards my sister, towards my entire fucking family, but especially towards my fucking sister.

Aria just happened to be the closest living thing that I could ragdoll with my cock. I slid my cock up her vagina just once, watching her squeak desperately as I pulled it out, before slamming myself up her ass.

She squeaked happily, purring at me as she arched her back, letting her small cute little ass perk up, making it easier for me to slide myself in and out, mercilessly fucking her tight stupid little anus just to pleasure myself.

She was gorgeous, she was submissive, she was eager.

She was fine, but she wasn’t Chloe. She was too easy, I found myself craving the challenge I usually received trying to make my archrival into my bitch, but there just wasn’t that spark of resilience in my best friend like there was in my now former slave.

But it still felt damn good to fuck a tiny pitiful inferior woman in the ass, and I relished hearing her pained sobs as I pushed her harder than she was willing or able to go, spraying my hot semen into her puckered little asshole in the matter of minutes, but not before making her scream at the top of her lungs.

“You’ll sleep on the floor.” I rolled her over and shoved her onto the floor once I was finished with her, finally giving her a moment to breathe and recover once I had rode out my orgasm in her tight little anus.

“Y-yes, Ma’am…” There was no arguing from her, just desperate moaning as her hands instantly darted between her legs so that she could finger herself to orgasm. She didn’t ask for permission to orgasm, but she wasn’t technically my slave, and I didn’t care to stop her. I was just glad she ended up enjoying it in the end.

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I couldn’t sleep, even after pumping my cum into Aria’s ass and tiring myself out, all I could think of was how badly I wished it was Chloe getting fucked in the ass instead. I regretted only ever having sex with Chloe the one time, at least while she was conscious.

Cyrus clearly couldn’t sleep either, he was standing out on the deck of the hotel room, looking out at the stars.

“The sale went through… it’s final now.”

He could hear me approaching long before I actually got there, stopping himself from taking another hit just long enough to get out what he needed to say before continuing to smoke. “You don’t sound too happy about that.”

“Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t too happy about that.” He held it in for a good few seconds before releasing it. “I was actually rooting for you too, you know… though I am glad you’re having a little bit of fun with scampers in there.”

“Fair enough, I appreciate that…” I stepped onto the porch, barely managing to conceal my genitals behind my robe. Cyrus had of course seen it before, including in his wife’s mouth, so it wasn’t really a big deal. “You don’t usually smoke, what’s up… something wrong with the sale?”

“Nothing’s wrong with the sale, we’ve got the money already… it’s just not to who I expected it to.”

“Is that bad? Is something wrong? Is she going to be okay?”

“Calm down, it’s fine. Her buyer has been vetted too.” He sighed, shaking his head and holding the blunt out to me.

“What’s this?” I took it from him, pinching it between my fingers and holding it out in front of my face.

“Our dearest big sister’s new project…” He blew smoke out of his mouth. “Her own recipe~”

“What, so she’s making drugs now, and not just peddling them?” I brought it to my mouth, taking in a sharp inhale and holding it in for a good fifteen seconds or so before exhaling. “Who does she think she is?”

“A future godfather.” My brother chuckled, reaching out and snipping it away from my hands so that he could get back at it, taking another hit before continuing. “And to be fair… she kind of is~”

“Don’t think you’ll try to snipe that title away from her someday?”

“Do I look like I want to?” He scoffed at just the idea of it. “But if you want to try and pull something like that, by all means, go right ahead~”

“I might just fucking have to.” I groaned, holding my hand out towards him before taking another hit.

“You’re really still upset with her, huh?”

“Of course I’m still upset, Cyrus. It’s not really something that can be reversed.”

“I know but she is your sister.”

“She’s my half-sister.”

“Just like I’m your half-brother, what’s your point?”

“She hasn’t spoken with me in years, Griffin…” I sighed, shaking my head and returning it to hum. “She really thinks I was a mistake.”

“So what if you were a mistake, you’re here now.” He chuckled under his breath, tossing the blunt over the side of the balcony into the grass below. “I love you, don’t I?”

“I don’t know, do you.”

“Of course I do, you moron. Why else would I be so insistent on finding your girl a good home?”

“I love you too, brother… and I appreciate that immensely.” I squeaked, stepping back into the hotel room as soon as I realized that anyone below the deck would have a clear shot at seeing what’s hidden behind my robes. “I just don’t think Claudia feels the same way about me.”

“You did read that letter, didn’t you?” He stepped in after me, closing the door behind himself. “She’s trying to fix things with you.”

“Maybe she is and maybe she isn’t but… I don’t want to go to her party.”

Cyrus stopped, sighing under his breath and averting his eyes from me as he walked back over to his bed. “Maybe that’s for the best, then…”

“Anyways…” I mumbled to myself, remembering why I came in here in the first place. “The keys to Aria’s collar?”

“I slipped ‘em in your suitcase already~” He shot me an evil grin and winked. “You’re welcome~”

“Are you really flying back tomorrow, already?”

“Now that the sale is final, there’s no real reason for me to stay away… besides, I left Liz at the facility, and I’m not very keen on keeping her there alone, especially while Colton is on the loose.”

“Why did you even hire that maniac, brother?”

“Uhh, because she’s a maniac, duh.”

“You’re going to get yourself stabbed with a death needle one of these days, you know.”

“Or a needle filled with ecstasy~”

“Eugh…” I rolled my eyes, grinning at his stupidity. “Goodnight, big brother.”

He blew me a kiss goodnight just as I walked through the door into my room. “Goodnight, little sis~”

I quietly closed the door behind me, trying not to wake the still naked, now sleeping Aria. Yeah, there was going to be no getting her into the bed without waking her up, might as well stick to my guns and let her sleep on the floor tonight.

Besides, I deserve the whole bed to myself anyways.

I nestled into bed, curling myself up in the blankets in an attempt to make myself comfortable. The letter I’d gotten hand delivered by my brother was still sitting on the table beside my bed.

I picked up my phone, punching in the number and dialing. Eh, so what if I accidentally woke Aria up, I needed to talk to her.

“Hey, Claudia, this is Candace… can we talk?”