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“What do you want, Marcus?” Drake asked his older brother calmly as if he hadn’t had his hands and mouth on me.
Marcus glanced to where I now sat on the ground and then back to Drake who had a smug grin on his face. “You know the rules.”
“And I didn’t break them.” Drake held his hands up in front of him. “No harm, no foul. She’s fine.” He turned those eyes on me and waved a hand. “Tell him. I didn’t do anything to you.”
I crawled to my feet, my legs a bit wobbly beneath me. Clearing my throat, I glared at Drake. “You’re such an ass,” I shouted before I marched out of the room and back into the hallway, not waiting to see what they said.
I should have been panicking for calling my boss, well, one of my bosses, an ass, but he’d started it. He’d flashed me and then proceeded to molest me. Okay, so it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it but still.
Ugh. Fucking men.
Hushed voices followed me as I moved away from Drake’s door and to his brother Allister’s. I held my breath and hoped that he wasn’t in there as well. If one twin was like that, then the other probably was as well.
Thankfully, Allister was in his bathroom when I entered. I dropped his bag off and darted out of the room before I caught him with his pants down as well. I finished handing out the other bags to Wynn and Marcus, the latter probably still reaming into Drake about breaking the rules.
Fucking deserved it too.
Finally, all I had left was Antoine’s, the one I was least excited to deliver.
I paused outside of his door, contemplating leaving the bag on the floor and making for my room. Come on, Piper. He’s just a man. If you can’t handle being in the same room as them, then you can’t do this job. And we need this job.
Mustering up all my courage, I knocked on the door. The sound so much louder than I expected it to be and I waited for no more than a second before a voice from inside answered.
“Enter.”
With my nerves already on edge, I slowly opened the door. Antoine stood by his window, looking at some papers. The drapes were pulled back for once so that the night sky could be seen. It was a beautiful sight but paled in comparison to the man before me.
Someone shouldn’t look so good in just slacks and a white button-down shirt. His long blonde hair was braided down his back, and his pale eyes intensely stared at the papers in his hands. He didn’t even look up from them when I entered the room.
“I have your laundry.” I held the bag up lamely.
“Put it over there.” Antoine gestured his hand flippantly to the dresser.
Nodding, I moved over to the large dresser and sat the bag down. I was surprised they hadn’t asked me to fold and put up their clothes as well, but as Darren had informed me, they were each particular about their things and didn’t want me snooping.
Ha! Me? Snoop? I didn’t care a flip about these bastards. I just wanted to do my job and get paid. Maybe once I saved enough, I could get a different job and my own apartment.
One could dream.
I made my way back to the door but stopped, my eyes going back to Antoine who hadn’t moved or looked up from his papers. Should I say goodnight? He had told me not to speak unless spoken to which I had already messed up when I entered his room. So, I couldn’t very well get in any more trouble by being polite. Right?
“Good night, Master Durand.” The words had barely left my mouth before Antoine called out to me.
“Miss Billings.”
“Yes?” I turned back to him to see his eyes locked onto me. There was burning anger there that threw me back and put me in fear for my job.
“Since you seem to have a complete disregard for my rules, let me remind you. This is your job, not someplace to get your jollies on.”
For a second, I thought he was talking about how I masturbated in the shower this morning. How the hell did he know I had done that? Did he have cameras or something in there? Out of all the outrageous things he could have done.
“Are you spying on me?” I snapped, horror filling my face. “How dare you? Just because I have to live here didn’t mean you have the right to watch me in my private moments. Of all the fucking disturbing shi—”
“Enough.” Antoine held a hand up. “I can assure you I have no idea what you are talking about. I couldn’t care less about what you do in your private time. I’m talking about the rules you have been breaking.”
My face burned for what felt like the hundredth time that day. He hadn’t been spying on me while I rubbed one off to the thought of his brother. In fact, I had just told him I’d been doing just that thing. Then my embarrassment turned to anger when I understood what he was implying.
“Wait a second,” I started again, realizing what he was talking about. “I’m not the one who’s been trying to get their jollies on. I’m just doing my job.”
