Second Impressions

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Vivian

“O-oh Da-arius, yes, yess yesssss!” I woke up hearing someone’s annoying yelling and moaning.

It was Sarah, imitating me and also pushing the buttons of my patience. I was already regretting sharing a bed with her. Fucking annoying.

“Shhhh! Stay quiet. You idiot,” I pleaded while throwing a pillow at her face.

“Fuck me hard, Darius, please,” she said giggling while she caught the pillow in the air. She kept mocking, taking the pillow and kissing it. She cracked in laughter.

I flushed in embarrassment. I was sweaty, and my skin was still sensitive from the dream. Her giggles were not helping process what I was feeling and how it felt so real for me. I just had a sex dream involving someone as despicable as Darius.

No way I like that douchebag. It was just a dream, Ollie. Nothing more. I was trying to convince myself, but something deep inside me wanted the dream to come true.

“Sarah! It’s not funny,” I said, upset.

“Someone had a wet dream with Darius. Guess you don’t hate him very much, do you? Liar” She said with a smile before continuing, “And thinking I had to cut you in the most interesting part, It seemed you were both doing the dirty raw and rough”

“Hmm,” I managed to say. I just wanted to cut her head off. “Just go back to sleep, okay? It’s 3:00 am” I ignored her, cuddling a pillow at my side of the bed.

“Oh no, I’m not sharing a bed with your horny self anymore. No way I am waking up from your moans again, Eww! You were beginning to traumatize me, Olivia.” She said, standing up and heading to the door. “Just so you know, his bedroom is the second to your left on the third floor.”

“Good to know,” I said as a goodbye the moment she left me alone.

It was hard falling asleep again, and with all the anticipation I felt from the dream, I couldn’t help but wonder, what if he showed up at my bed? I nervously watched the empty room and relaxed. It was almost morning, and I felt the same nervousness.

He did lock the bathroom after dinner and could be capable of sneaking in my bed. At this point, my imagination was running wild.

What if I slapped his face again, and he turned me and slapped my ass.

OLLIE!

You have to stop!

It was hard not to fantasize about him, and I had to remember who he truly was, my nemesis. The name for a best seller appeared in my mind Fucking with the enemy, or better yet, The naughty chauffeur. That would be entertaining to write, but I kind of hated him and his family in real life.

My stomach growled in hunger, and I decided to get a quick bite in the kitchen. I haven’t eaten properly, and yesterday all I did was play with my food. I will be fine as long as I don’t find any of the Rothschilds in the kitchen.

Find food fast, coffee, and retrieve in the shadows.

With my mission in mind, I headed downstairs and watched from the guest mansion’s windows all the preparations for the Christmas Event being taken care of. A crew of Anna’s minions moved like ants around a big clear top tent placed in the middle of the garden. Many flowers and decorations were placed inside, while a couple of spitfires and lounge areas were outside.

I reached downstairs and found Vivian leaning on the kitchen countertop; her hair pulled on a tiny ponytail showing her bangs and dressed to kill in a chic but casual dress with heels.

“Coffee?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes, please,” I muttered, feeling a bit self-aware. I was still in my pajamas with a messy bun and socks but tried to ignore the feeling as I sipped a bit of coffee from the cup Vivian just gave me.

“Guess I should change before she sees me,” I said, signaling the window outside where Anna Elizabeth Rothschild coordinated all her servants in the garden. I opened my eyes with a worried expression.

I should run fast before she finds me.

“Oh, don’t worry about her. She is harmless,” Vivian said, calming my nerves.

“Harmless as a barking dog that never bites?” I asked while I sat on one of the barstools.

“Oh, no, she can bite,” she said seriously, and then she continued, “but if you want to worry, then you should worry about my father.”

“Oliver?” I remembered how tall and skinny he was, with those round-shaped glasses covering his smart eyes.

He had been nothing but polite with me so far. Should I keep my distance from him too?

She nodded, passing a couple of warm croissants on an English porcelain round dish that had a few details on gold at the edges. I bit into one and was thankful to Vivian for breakfast.

“He has a wicked mind,” she said, breaking a small laugh. Her weird sense of humor almost creeped me out.

“Thanks for the heads up, but I thought everybody in this family had one already” I tried to lighten the mood by saying something sassy funnily.

“Olivia!” she said amusingly. “You really have a tongue.”

“What about Darius?” I cut her off, ready to extract as much information as I could.

Why are you asking about him, Ollie!?

“Curious about him, don’t you?” She said between her teeth.

“Maybe” I gave my best poker face, but I felt she saw through me.

“Yes, my cousin. Don’t get your hopes high. He is an asshole,” she said while rolling her eyes.

Oh great, now she thinks I like him.

“An asshole? No kidding!” I said sarcastically.

“Okay detective. Let’s add that he is all about business, and he doesn’t have a heart, except for my aunt, of course.” She drank her coffee so delicately.

“You are not very good at this, you know” Everything she said sounded obvious, not that I cared that he was incapable of love.

“Wanna hear something funny? I have a theory that he is...gay,” She said giggling covering her mouth.

I choked on the hot coffee. A flash of him closing the bathroom door and pulling me up in the bathroom sink went to my head.

Oh dear lord, you have no idea, do you?

“He has never brought a girl home and has never had an official girlfriend. I think it’s a matter of time before we watch him coming out of the closet,” she said thinking out loud.

“Or maybe, he has other priorities than a relationship,” I blurted out and watched her blank expression.

Did I just try to defend Darius?

“Like making my life and Alexander’s a miserable one,” she said bitterly.

Feeling the awkward silence, I knew I hit a nerve in Vivian and didn’t want to poke any further. It was clear that she resented his control and power over her.

“Oh, I should go up and find Sarah. I hadn’t seen her since I woke up. Any idea where she might be?”

“Sure, you should look on the third floor,” She said, smirking.

Oh, yes, she is a little wicked too. Isn’t that where Sarah told me Darius‘s room was located? Better to not ask that, that will make her suspicious.

“Okay, thank you, Vivian. I guess I’ll see you later,” I said, breaking our breakfast moment.

“No biggie! See you tonight at the party, Ollie,” I heard as I started my way up the stairs.

I arrived in the third floor and counted the doors to Darius’s bedroom.

Just so you know, his bedroom is the second to your left on the third floor; I remembered my sister’s words.

Getting as far from that door, I took the right-wing of the corridor searching for Sarah, and as I started walking, I heard a mix of clanking, smashing, and groaning.

What the hell is going on!?

My curiosity got the best of me, and I needed to peek through a semi-open door where the noise came from.

I got close without making any sound, only a step from the opening, and saw a spacious modern gym, well equipped with a boxing ring in the middle of the room.

A tall man was training insatiably. His muscles were covered in sweat, and his hair was damped and wild.

Is this Darius?

I saw his back muscles retract and expand with every stroke he gave to a punching bag. What a body.

“Ah,” he yelled with each deathly punch.

I could only see his back from this view so my eyes went straight to his butt, on that low-cut black jogger. I smiled to myself at how accurate my dream was, that I got to see him how I imagined him in person.

Oh, dear lord, he is wearing the same pants.

I was standing there drooling for this man, sneaking on him watching him sweat.

Stop being such a creeper!

I was about to leave when I saw him turn and felt those silver eyes piercing me.

Shit!

I was caught in the act of watching his six-pack.

He didn’t even change his expression. He just walked up to me, slowly, all the dripping sweat running from his chin to his exposed chest, curling on his v cut lower abs. I was speechless.

And once he was close to me, he closed the door in my face, leaving me alone, outside.

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