Chapter 10: Dr. Carrow and the Terror of Cupid.

February 5, 2024, 7:00 AM—Château des Rêves, first floor.

Madi walks down the first-floor hallway of Château des Rêves, heading toward the main exit. She wears blue denim jeans, a white T-shirt, a thin blue Adidas bomber jacket, and white sneakers. A black women's handbag hangs over her shoulder. She heads to work at Health&Cozy.
She passes through one of the small sitting rooms and pauses in front of a mirror. She sets her bag on the dresser and starts adjusting her hair and makeup. Not far away, Becky lounges on a long couch in a pink T-shirt that reads "Fucking Monday" in white letters, loose black non-denim pants, and white sneakers. She watches a Brazilian Netflix series on the large wall-mounted TV, a bucket of popcorn in her hands and the remote beside her.
"Fuck… season three is total dogshit. Why the fuck did they write off Pedro?" Becky exclaims. She spots Madi, pauses the show, and turns to her.
"Oh, Dr. Carrow! One of the few people in this party-mansion-brothel who actually goes to work in the morning like a normal human. And she works right here as the personal doctor for 'Mister I'm Scared of Parties.'" Becky says, mixing genuine respect with a pinch of sarcasm. "I've only got a modeling shoot tonight. If the photographer brings up my dirt bike racing again and suggests a 'Women in Sports' column, I swear I'll smash his fucking balls."
"Damn, you've got it rough," Madi says with a smirk. She turns from the mirror to face Becky and leans back against the dresser, arms crossed. "I guess I should be grateful I deal with actual medical problems instead of people's delusions about my 'sporty' life." She rolls her eyes. "Though I've had patients who think they're the next big thing in dirt bike racing just because they watched some YouTube videos. And don't get me started on the ones who diagnose themselves with WebMD." She grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.
Becky chuckles. "Well, thank you for just existing. Without you, everyone here would have drunk themselves stupid, smoked themselves into a weed coma, and died of STDs. We'd be left with just the blue-eyed sex-experimenter and her 'Mister I'm Scared of Parties.'"
She pauses, thinking. "Though we still have Amy… but she wouldn't survive this place without you. And hey—did you catch the way Brian looked at you during that video call yesterday? Maybe you should do the guy a favor and rescue 'Mister I'm Scared of Parties' love life by taking Brian for yourself. He'll definitely need medical attention if he fractures that massive third leg of his."
Becky wiggles her eyebrows playfully. Madi barks out a laugh and shakes her head as she adjusts the strap of her bag. "God, you're terrible. I swear, if I ever get married, I'm making you my maid of honor just so I can have a front-row seat for your wedding toast."
She moves toward the door and casts a sideways glance at Becky. "And for the record, I don't know what kind of shit you've got going on in that head of yours, but I'm not going near Brian. I don't care how big he is. Last thing I need is to get caught up in whatever messed-up thing Kate and Aria have going on."
Becky laughs. "Oh yeah, sure! Plenty of girls say size doesn't matter—and every single one of them is lying!"
She waves a hand. "Alright, go on then—have a good day!"
Becky grabs the remote, unpauses the episode, and goes back to watching while munching on popcorn. Madi shakes her head as she leaves the sitting room, Becky's laughter trailing after her. She rolls her eyes, but a smirk tugs at her lips despite herself. Becky's relentless teasing exhausts her, yet something about it stays entertaining. She continues down the hallway, passing occasional staff members and residents. One housekeeper nods while dusting a vase. Madi nods back absently.
She pushes through the heavy front doors of Château des Rêves and steps into the crisp morning air. The estate's sprawling grounds stretch ahead—manicured hedges, towering trees, and the distant pool house catching the early light.
Meanwhile, Becky sits in front of the TV for another ten minutes before she suddenly shouts, "This shit is unwatchable!" and switches it off. She grabs the half-finished bucket of popcorn and sticks it in a nearby fridge. Then she snatches a square sticky note and a pen from the table, scribbles: "This belongs to Becky. And yes—I spit in it. Bon appétit, if you dare." She slaps the note onto the bucket and slams the fridge shut.
Becky checks the time on her phone—7:12 AM. Time to stop by Daria's room, then head to Kate.
A few minutes later, Becky reaches Daria's room on the first floor and walks in without knocking.
"Daria! Wake up!" Becky yells as she strides across the spacious room and yanks the curtains open.
The window stays shut, the AC running. Outside, a guy mows the lawn—one of the junior staff, about eighteen, with short blond hair, blue eyes, slim build, and average height. The second the curtains open, he glances up and notices her. Becky notices him too. She puckers her lips into a kissy face and forms a heart with her fingers. The kid fumbles with the mower's controls, clearly flustered. Becky watches with obvious amusement, her smirk widening as he stumbles and nearly falls over. She laughs, turns her back to the window, and walks over to Daria's bed.
"Rise and shine, Russian princess! You and I are Lady Norwin's chief handmaidens! We're heading to her room now, kicking out her writer, and getting Kate ready for a long day. We don't just lounge around this place living off the perks—we actually work here. And they even pay us for it."
Daria groans, rolls onto her back, and rubs her eyes. "Becky… it's early," she mutters, voice thick with sleep. She pulls the covers over her face and refuses to look at Becky.
Becky snatches the blanket and yanks it off entirely, tossing it aside. "Seven-fifteen, princess. Time to get up." She leans over and pinches Daria's side. "Kate needs us. Alex is probably still in there getting his morning dose of humiliation. Let's go ruin it."
Daria groans again but swings her legs off the bed and rubs her face with both hands.
"Why are you so cruel?"
Becky laughs. "Cruel? Ha! I'm not cruel. Cruel is Lady Norwin's bestie from fucking Cocoavilla. Or Cheryl fuck-her-in-the-ass Bloomfield. Even our bitchy snake Kae is worse than me. I'm not the one spreading rumors about the bosses or stirring up all this drama. So yeah, pussy—get your ass in the shower, get dressed, and we'll go see Kate."
Daria groans but stumbles out of bed and stretches her arms above her head. "You're insufferable," she mutters as she pads toward the bathroom. Becky leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, and watches with amusement while Daria turns on the shower.
"The early bird catches the worm, princess," Becky calls over the running water. "Or in this case, the early staff gets to witness the cuckold in action."
Daria flips her off without looking back and steps into the shower. Becky laughs and wanders over to Daria's closet. She rifles through the clothes with one hand while scrolling through her phone with the other.
"Such an ungrateful Russian girl!" Becky shouts loud enough for Daria to hear. "No need to spread your legs, no need to dance on a pole, no need to stand behind a bar all day. You don't even have to fucking leave the house for work. You live where you work. And still you throw a fit about waking up early."
Becky pulls out a blue fleece full-zip hoodie, a loose white T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans.
"And it's not like you're some fat-ass radfem who whines about every damn thing. So yeah—I don't get it," she adds.
Daria emerges from the bathroom, towel-drying her hair, and eyes Becky with a tired expression. "You're insufferable at any hour of the day, Becky. That's the only reason I ever wake up cranky."
Becky tosses the clothes onto the bed and smirks. "Oh, I know. You love me, though. You'd miss my charming personality if I wasn't here to keep you entertained."
Daria rolls her eyes but smiles slightly as she starts getting dressed. "I don't know what's more exhausting—getting up early or listening to you talk."
"Probably both," Becky quips, leaning against the dresser. She notices Daria pulling fresh underwear—panties and a bra—from the closet.
"You wear underwear? Huh... You're one of the few," Becky says, crossing her arms. "February's been fucking hot this year. If Kate drags you out to the golf course today, you might wanna pick something lighter—or just skip the underwear altogether."
She glances at the clothes she picked out. "You've got fuck-all in your closet that's actually stylish."
Daria shoots her an unimpressed look as she slips on her bra and fastens it with practiced ease. "I don't need to impress anyone. I just need to function." She pulls the T-shirt over her head. The fabric clings to her frame for a moment before settling comfortably. "And I don't understand why you care about my clothes so much," she adds, tugging on the jeans.
Becky snorts and leans against the doorframe again, watching Daria finish dressing. "Because you're boring as hell. You need to liven things up, and if you won't do it yourself, I will."
Daria sighs and slides into the hoodie, zipping it up halfway.
"Ready? Then let's go," Becky says as she steps out of the room. "And don't lock the door—Shrima's team is doing the cleaning this morning. Otherwise our dear Miss Kumar is gonna bitch again about people locking doors—even though all the locks are the same and every maid has a key. But yeah, taking five fucking seconds to use a key—soooo hard and exhausting!"
The two of them exit Daria's room and start down the hallway. Becky's steps are quick and confident, her usual energy radiating through the morning air. Daria follows at a slower pace, arms folded, the hoodie's zipper still undone.
"You do know we're going to breakfast, not a fashion show," Daria remarks dryly.
Becky tosses her head, black hair bouncing over her shoulders. "Oh, please. You need a wardrobe intervention, chica. That shirt? That hoodie? You look like you're going to study for a fucking economics exam." She gestures dramatically at Daria's outfit. "And yeah—did you even hear me back in the room? First we go see Kate, then breakfast. Wake the fuck up. We're taking the elevator to the third floor—it's faster." She sighs. "You've probably heard all those rumors about Brian, right? Well—they're not just rumors. Kate wanted something new for the first time in four years. Just... don't go blabbing about it—it's a delicate fucking subject."
Daria raises an eyebrow as they step into the elevator and she presses the button for the third floor. "I don't gossip," she says flatly, leaning against the mirrored wall as the doors slide shut.
Becky rolls her eyes, though an amused glint shines in them. "Oh, you don't, huh? That's why you're living in a mansion full of models and writers and movie stars, all who happen to be fucking each other in every possible combination." She smirks. "You know, some people would kill for the shit that goes on here. You could write a damn novel if you weren't so uptight."
Daria exhales slowly through her nose, watching the floor numbers light up one by one. "I'm not uptight," she mutters. "I just have better things to do than analyze everyone's sex lives."
Becky scoffs. "Yeah, right. You're obsessed with your video games and anime. But at least you actually admit it." She leans against the opposite wall and studies Daria with mock severity. "Still. You should live a little. Maybe go out with that writer guy, what's his name... Austin? He's cute in that nerdy way. And he likes you."
Daria's gaze flicks to Becky, then away. "I'm not interested."
They step out onto the third floor. "Well, here we are... Good thing this place only has three floors, huh? Except for the basement and the attic, where no one lives..." Becky crosses her arms and glances toward the far end of the hallway. "And about Austin—seriously, think it over. No need to be so damn categorical."
They continue toward Alex and Kate's room—when suddenly Lila comes around the corner and blocks their path. She's wearing just a white bra and blue jeans.
"Oh, fuck me... Busted," Lila says, planting herself in front of them. "Alex and Kate are still in their room. Becky, do you remember what Madi told you yesterday evening?" Lila crosses her arms. "I'm coming with you. And for the love of God—if you say one goddamn word to Alex, I'll literally launch your ass out the third-story window. No regrets. I don't care that you're Kate's assistant."
Even though Becky and Lila usually get along fine, right now Lila is clearly not fucking around. Becky instinctively recoils and raises both hands in surrender. "Okay, okay! Jesus, Lila, it's not like I was gonna spill secrets. I was just fucking around!" She glances nervously at Daria, who's watching the exchange with a neutral expression. "Come on, don't look at me like that. It's not like I'm gonna say anything about... you know." She gestures vaguely toward the closed bedroom door down the hall.
Lila narrows her eyes and steps closer. "That's right. You're not." Her voice stays quiet, but the intensity makes it clear she means business. "Because if you do, I'll make sure you regret it."
All three girls head toward Alex and Kate's room.
"No jokes about Brian, 'side guys', or 'small stuff.' Got it?" Lila says quietly but firmly. "And I didn't love what Madi said on that video call with Brian yesterday evening—after Alex disappeared for a few hours following that little chat with Brian at 3PM at the rapper's house—about how we'd love to see Brian here anytime, not just at parties. Yeah, sure. Besides the fact that his future fuckbuddy lives here with her boyfriend, there's also a whole damn mansion full of 'sexy chicks.' What a boring environment for that walking testosterone bomb." She adds the last part with heavy sarcasm.
"You saw how he was looking at Madi, right? Your massive-ass TV showed it perfectly. Was Madi just being clueless, or did she seriously not notice?"
"God, Lila, you're really on this morning," Becky mutters, rubbing her temple. She glances back at Daria, who just shrugs. "I dunno what you're so worked up about. Madi's, like, the least likely person to hook up with Brian. She's all doctor-y and responsible."
Lila snorts and shakes her head. "Yeah, right. Like that ever stopped anyone. Look, just don't talk to Alex about any of it. Not even jokes. Especially not jokes." She punctuates the warning with a sharp point at Becky's chest.
Daria finally speaks up. "Madi is always very responsible," she says in her soft Russian accent, "but she is also a woman. If Brian wants her..." She shrugs delicately, hands clasped together. "Maybe he is good at talking. Women like when men talk to them." She gives Becky a knowing smile.
Becky groans and shoves her hands into her pockets. "Oh my god, Daria, that's exactly the kind of shit you don't say around here." She shoots Lila a wary glance. "See? This is why I keep my mouth shut."
Lila exhales sharply through her nose and crosses her arms over her chest. She glances over at Daria. "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about. That's Aria's boyfriend, and she doesn't exactly go for normal guys. Daria, you weren't on that call last night at 8:00 PM. I was. Along with Becky, Kate, Amy, and obviously Madi. It was..." Lila pauses, thinking. "What's the word in your language? Pisdetz? Yeah. That."
She snorts. "Everyone saw how he was staring at Madi. Jesus Christ, and she was standing there all arched like this in her white doctor's coat and tight-ass scrub top, like she always does around here without a second fucking thought." Lila places her hands on her hips and leans forward with her back arched, tits out like a centerfold. "And with her body type? Even with average-sized tits and ass, it still pops visually. Brian was practically choking on his own drool. Fuck me, it was straight up a scene from some early 2000s softcore flick, like something Alain Siritzky would've shot. 'The Friendly Doctor and the African Tribal Chief.' Holy shit."
Daria watches Lila with a slight smirk and nods in understanding. "Ah, I see," she says, as if piecing together a complex puzzle. "It is... how do you say... sexually charged atmosphere. Yes?" She raises an eyebrow at Becky, who groans again.
"Please don't encourage her," Becky mutters, shoving her hands deeper into her pockets. "Lila, you're getting yourself worked up over nothing. Madi's not gonna just jump into bed with Brian because he looked at her for a second."
Lila barks out a laugh. "Oh, you think that? Really?" She shakes her head, dark hair swaying. "Madi's not stupid." She lifts a hand and starts ticking off points with her fingers. "First, she's human. Second, she's not blind. Third, she knows exactly what she's doing when she flirts, even if she plays it off like it's just natural charm." Lila taps her chin, considering. "And fourth... yeah, there's a very real chance she might just go for it. I mean, he's Aria's boyfriend, not her husband. And Aria's basically encouraging it. You've heard the way she talks about Brian in front of Madi. It's almost like she wants to see Madi try it out."
Becky rolls her eyes. "Look, I saw her this morning when she was leaving for work. I even teased her about it. But fuck, seriously—Madi barely shows up at parties. She's a doctor, not some actress, artist, or writer. Yeah, Aria told her about Brian and even showed her photos of him. Aria showed everyone those photos of Brian, and that's fucking insane. But..."
Becky pauses as they keep walking down the hallway toward Alex and Kate's room.
"...Fuck's sake, Lila—Madi's part of the 'protect Alex at all costs' crew, just like Amy and you. Why are you going after her?"
Lila lets out a slow, amused breath as they walk. The morning sun pours through the tall windows of the hallway, casting dark silhouettes across the floor. The Château des Rêves stays alive with quiet movement—distant voices drift up from the kitchen, the soft hum of the elevator descends.
"You think I'm 'going after' Madi?" Lila snorts and shakes her head. "Nah, I just notice shit. And I know Madi. She's not some wide-eyed virgin who's gonna faint at the first big dick she sees. She's smarter than that." She glances sideways at Becky with a smirk. "But yeah, she's also curious. And Brian?" Lila hums, tapping her fingers against her thigh as she walks. "Brian's got that whole... I don't know. That thing. That charm." She rolls her shoulders like she's shaking off a chill. "It's not just the body—though let's be real, the body ain't bad. But the way he carries himself? The way he talks? It's like he knows exactly how much he can get away with and still keep people hanging on."
Becky exhales sharply through her nose. "So you're just waiting to see if Madi takes the bait?"
Lila grins, wide and teasing. "Damn right I am."
As Becky, Lila, and Daria approach the door to Alex and Kate's room, they can already hear Kate giggling playfully from the other side.
"Fuck... Do they even sleep at night? Or is morning round two now?" Becky rolls her eyes.
On the door hangs a white sign with bold red letters scribbled in marker: "Do Not Disturb!"
Underneath it says: "Alex, California's best erotic writer."
And at the bottom, an extra line: "Becky—go fuck yourself!"
The girls don't know yet that the door is actually unlocked. Right behind it, Alex stands completely naked, eating out a completely naked Kate's ass on their giant fold-out couch-bed. The large silky blue blanket lies tossed off to the side.
Right at that moment, while the girls stand there, maid Mimi suddenly appears from around the corner. She wears loose white non-denim pants and a blue shirt. She hums cheerfully to herself as she pushes a laundry cart piled high with clothes and bed linens from the third-floor residents of Château des Rêves.
But the moment she sees Becky, Lila, and Daria, Mimi goes dead silent. Her eyes widen in panic. Her gaze darts rapidly between the girls and the door to Alex and Kate's room.
Then she blurts, "Oh fuck no—I am not part of this!" and breaks into a sprint. She vanishes around the next corner with the cart in tow, headed straight for the elevator.
Becky groans and rubs her forehead. "What the fuck was that about?"
Lila smirks and taps her fingers against her chin. "Mimi's got some weird hang-ups about walking in on people. Pretty sure she almost caught Alex and Kate last week."
Daria's lips twitch, but she stays quiet. She crosses her arms as she watches the door.
"Well, at least we know they're awake," Becky mutters. She raises a hand and knocks. When no immediate response comes, she knocks harder.
From inside, Kate's voice—still breathless and laced with amusement—echoes through the door. "Go away, Becky!"
"Oh, come on," Becky calls back and rolls her eyes. Still dressed in her pink T-shirt with the white-printed words "Fucking Monday" and loose-fitting black non-denim pants, she sighs and knocks again.
Standing next to her are Daria—in a blue fleece full-zip hoodie, a loose white T-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans—and Lila, still rocking nothing but a white bra and blue jeans.
Becky calls out again. "Kate! New week's started! In case you forgot—February 12th is Abraham Lincoln's birthday! Dreamside's been celebrating it since the town was founded in 1995! Our beloved mayor, Valentina Navari, wants to see your ass at the opening ceremony, and you need to get ready. You're one of the parade's hosts!
You've got multiple modeling shoots this week, some rich Japanese collectors are sniffing around your paintings, and there are ten offers on the table from Hollywood producers. Netflix still won't let you go, baby—even if they did cancel The Cathedral 'cause of Covid! So come on, Kate!"
In response, Kate just giggles again. Inside the room, Alex keeps going down on her from behind on their giant fold-out couch-bed. The large silky blue blanket stays tossed off to the side.
But Lila, Becky, and Daria remain standing outside the door, blissfully unaware of the ass-licking festivities going on just a few feet away. Becky groans again and taps her foot impatiently. "Seriously? I swear she's worse than a teenager right now."
Daria giggles softly. Her dark bobbed hair bounces as she shakes her head. "She's just happy, maybe?"
Lila snorts. "Happy? No. That girl's in heat, that's what she is. And she's got Alex wrapped around her little finger. You know what they say—happy wife, happy life." She gives Becky a knowing look. "Or in this case, happy guy."
Becky barks out a laugh and covers her mouth with one hand. "Oh god, don't say that so loud."
Daria furrows her brow and glances up at the ceiling, thinking. "Umm… But Alex and Kate aren't married, right? Even though they kinda act like a married couple in love."
Then she looks back and forth between Becky and Lila. "Umm… Are we waiting? I mean, we can't just barge in, right? That'd be kinda… rude. And the door's probably locked anyway."
The girls still have no idea the door to Alex and Kate's room is unlocked.
Kate's giggles grow louder. Fully naked, she holds her ass high in the air, face buried deep in a pillow. Alex keeps pleasuring her from behind with steady focus.
The rest of the pillows and their large silky blue blanket lie scattered on the floor. Alex hums against her skin, his tongue moving against her in slow, deliberate strokes. She writhes against him, moaning into the pillow while her fingers clutch the sheets. His free hand grips her hip, holding her steady as he devours her with clear enthusiasm. The room smells of sweat and intimacy.
"Baby Boy," Kate murmurs, her voice husky and breathless. "You're gonna make me come just from this."
Alex chuckles. The vibration sends another ripple through her body.
Becky's patience runs thin. The girls still do not know exactly what Alex and Kate are doing, but they hear Kate's giggles clearly through the door.
Daria glances nervously between Lila and Becky as more time slips by. "Umm… Becky? Lila?" she says softly. "We are waiting… right?"
Behind the door, Alex stays on all fours, fully naked, pleasuring Kate from behind. Kate, also completely naked, keeps her head buried in the pillow, back arched.
None of that matters right now, because Becky is seconds away from snapping. She exhales sharply, rolls her eyes, and steps closer to the door. "For god's sake, I'm not going to stand here all day." She reaches for the doorknob and turns it without hesitation. The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing the scene inside.
Her eyes go wide.
Alex kneels behind Kate, face buried between her cheeks as he pleasures her with enthusiasm. Kate's arms splay out in front of her, gripping the sheets while she moans into the pillow. The two of them freeze. Alex's tongue hovers right above her as he turns to look at Becky in shock.
Becky bursts out laughing. "Fuck! What the fucking fucking fuck is this mess! Kate! I knew he was eating your ass with enthusiasm, but I didn't know he was doing it literally! Holy shit!"
She clutches her stomach, laughing uncontrollably. Behind her, Lila and Daria see the entire scene in detail.
Alex yells out "Ebaniy v rot!" in Russian. The obscenity slips out in his thick American accent.
He scrambles toward the far edge of the giant fold-out couch-bed and rolls off onto the floor, trying to stay out of sight while he searches for the pillows and silky blue blanket scattered somewhere below.
Becky yells through her laughter, "You fucking rimjob motherfucker!"
Alex screams back, "I hate you, Becky! I hope a fucking brick lands on your head, you evil bitch!" He stays on his hands and knees, still hunting for the blanket that got kicked off during their activities. The edge of the sheet he grabs only covers his ass and part of his back. His face burns with humiliation as he finally spots the silky blue fabric under the bed and yanks it over himself.
Kate stays sprawled across the couch, ass still up in the air where he left her. She looks over her shoulder at Becky with a lazy, satisfied smile. "Hey Becky," she purrs, words thick with recent climax. "Did you knock? I was busy getting my ass eaten."
Becky doubles over laughing again, pointing at Alex with tears in her eyes.
Alex screams like mad, trying to shout her down before she drops another verbal nuke. "Bitch! Just shut your fucking mouth, you disgusting fucking Mexican whore! Goddammit!"
At that moment, Lila and Daria hear a voice behind them. It belongs to Amy.
"All right, what the fuck is going on here? The whole damn mansion's gonna come running in a minute."
Amy speaks calmly but with clear irritation. Dressed in blue denim pants and a black T-shirt with a colorful Mass Effect print, she pushes past Lila and Daria, steps into the room, and takes in the sight of naked Kate on the giant fold-out couch-bed and naked Alex on the floor—almost wrapped in the silky blue blanket by now.
Amy positions herself between the naked hosts and Kate's laughing assistant, crosses her arms, and speaks in that same calm-but-pissed-off tone.
"Becky, I don't know how to put this more delicately… but have you completely lost your fucking mind? Did you forget what Madi told you last night about Alex? Right after the video call with Brian?"
Alex groans into the blanket, his face twisted in a grimace of anger and shame as he finally gets the silky fabric wrapped around his waist. The soft material does not hide much. It simply shifts his nudity from his ass to his crotch, where his arousal stays visibly outlined.
"Fuck you all," he mutters, words muffled by the blanket. "Fuck all of you." He crawls backward like a crab, trying to put more distance between himself and the four girls staring at him.
Kate pushes herself up onto her elbows with a lazy, satisfied smile. She looks at Amy over her shoulder, the picture of post-coital bliss. "Hey Amy."
"That's it, Becky! You're fucking done! Four goddamn years of this shit—you've fucking earned it, you bitch! I'm gonna fucking kill you, you piece of shit. Literally!" Alex growls, shaking with rage.
Amy turns her head toward him and raises her voice, still sounding eerily calm. "Shut the fuck up, Alex!"
Then she looks at Becky in the same tone and volume. "And you shut the fuck up too! All of you, shut the fuck up! You're all about to say shit we're gonna fucking regret!"
Amy grabs Becky by the shoulder, gripping it hard. Her voice drops to a low, quiet tone. "Becky… if you don't calm the fuck down right now, I'm gonna slap the shit out of you."
At that moment, Lila grabs Becky's other shoulder, spins her around, and slaps her hard across the face.
"I'm not as fucking nice as Amy," Lila says with a smirk. "I don't do threats—I just start kicking ass. I warned you two minutes ago. If you need the crazy slapped out of you, I'll be fucking happy to help."
Becky staggers, her hand flying to her cheek as she stares at Lila in shock. A red mark blooms across her face, and her mouth opens and closes without sound.
"H-hey! That fucking hurt!" she finally manages, words cracking with outrage.
Amy does not loosen her grip on Becky's shoulder. She simply pivots slightly, putting her body between Becky and Lila. "Yeah, it did," Amy agrees, completely deadpan. "Now be quiet and think for five seconds before you open your mouth again."
Becky rubs her stinging cheek, her face flushing darker. She shoots a venomous look at Lila but stays silent. Amy stands between them. For a few seconds, silence fills the room.
"…Okay. Looks like no one's running over here," Amy says quietly. "Guess they all went down to breakfast already. Lucky us."
She takes a breath and looks at all three of them. "Girls—what the fuck is this mess? Can we please cut the yelling and slapping? We don't just live and party here, we fucking work here. I've got enough on my plate with my own damn career and co-managing the staff with Kae—I don't need to babysit your interpersonal drama on top of that."
She turns to Lila. "No more violence, understood? Beating someone's ass isn't gonna defend Alex's honor."
Then she shifts her eyes to Becky. "Becky, your little 'small dick' jokes are one thing. But mocking people's sex lives—that's a whole other level. If you can't show even basic respect to the people around you, I will have a serious conversation with Kate about letting you go. And if that happens, on top of managing your career, you'll also have to start paying for your own housing, staff, and day-to-day bullshit—stuff you're currently getting for free and getting paid on top of, just for being a ‘personal assistant' around here."
She pauses for emphasis. "So shut down the 'Fallon Carrington' mode. There are people who would kill to live the kind of life you girls have here—in this mansion, in this paparazzi-free town—and you're too fucking blind to appreciate it."
Amy exhales deeply. "Now go do something useful. I'll deal with Kate and Alex myself."
She pushes Becky and Lila out into the hallway where Daria still stands, then stays inside the room with Alex and Kate. She shuts the door behind them with a final parting shot.
"And don't even think about bringing this shit up again… you fucking ‘personal assistants.'"
Amy turns back to Alex and Kate. She exhales through her nose and leans against the door. Her arms cross over her chest as she surveys the scene—Kate lounging naked on the couch-bed, Alex still half-hidden under the sheet and looking sheepish.
"Okay. That was fun," Amy says dryly. "I don't know what the hell just happened out there, but we don't have time for Becky's bullshit today. Especially not after last evening."
She glances at Kate, who sits up and stretches luxuriously.
"Brian called me this morning," Amy continues, watching Alex's reaction carefully. He stiffens slightly.
"Listen, Amy."
Alex stands up and tosses the silky blue blanket onto the giant fold-out couch-bed. He does not bother to cover himself.
"Thanks. I have no fucking clue why they barged in here. What's going on with Brian? Didn't you guys already sort everything out with him on that group video call last evening? At 8 PM, right? I was already back at the mansion by then."
He stands there with his hands on his lower back, legs spread just enough for Kate and Amy to get a full view of him.
"Listen, Amy. I've already apologized more than once for driving around the outskirts of Dreamside and going dark for a few hours. I sent everyone those half-apology, half-peace-offering messages on WhatsApp. Even Brian. I texted him you are all a bunch of panic freaks and that I was honestly happy with the face-to-face talk we had at his place at 3 PM yesterday."
He gestures gently toward Kate.
"I even suggested to my Goddess here that Brian could move into the mansion with us—if she and he are both okay with it. So what's the damn problem? I can't throw a little diva tantrum for a couple of days? We've got people in this house who do that shit 24/7—like Shrima or a couple of the other maids. Don't tell me there's been another fucking thing and it's all on me again."
Alex sighs.
"Look, I'll talk to Becky calmly today and apologize. I don't wanna fire anyone or get into some dramatic shit—you know that. And let's please not drag Madi into this. I always feel like shit when she ends up cleaning up messes that have fuck-all to do with her actual medical job."
He goes quiet, head lowered. He looks like a kicked puppy.
Amy looks at Alex. Her expression softens and turns warm.
"Oh God… It's okay, Alex. He just wanted to hear from someone else that things were fine between you and Kate. That's all."
"Phewhhh... Thank goodness." Alex sighs.
Amy continues, sighing and rubbing her forehead. "Brian's just... He's really into Kate. I mean—you know that already. He wants to be sure things won't get weird between you guys. So he called me this morning to check in, and I told him everything was cool on our end."
Alex sighs again.
"Well… fine. I'm taking a shower."
He walks into the adjoining room with the shower cabin connected to his and Kate's room.
Kate sits naked on the giant fold-out couch-bed she and Alex jokingly call the sexodrome. She giggles with her legs tucked under her.
Amy looks at Kate and raises an eyebrow.
"You're amused? What the hell was that? Becky's never barged in on you like that, as far as I know."
Kate giggles again. Her fingers trace idle patterns on the sheets.
"Oh my God, Amy. You should've seen his face!" She mimics Alex's panicked expression, her face scrunching up adorably. "He was like—" She makes a shocked, high-pitched noise and throws her arms up, nearly toppling off the bed in her mirth.
Amy snorts and shakes her head.
"Yeah, I bet. But seriously, babe—what was that about? Was it just random or did you tell them to come in or something?" Amy sits down beside Kate, cross-legged, and gives her a look. "Because you know how Becky is."
Amy sighs and keeps speaking quietly, her eyes on Kate.
"Your Baby Boy's already stressed, even if he's not showing it."
At that moment, the sound of running water comes from the shower. Amy goes on.
"He's always at the mansion, writing his books. Meanwhile, you're either downstairs at those parties he avoids like the plague—or off at the gallery, modeling shoots, or the golf course... And now this whole thing with you 'expanding boundaries' with Brian…"
"Alex will never admit it's making him uncomfortable—he'd rather sulk to Lila in secret than say a word to you. Maybe just... I dunno... try not to push things too hard? Brian's fucking amazing, sure, but becoming his girlfriend—while you've got a guy who loves you, and with the added fun fact that Brian is Aria's boyfriend..."
Amy gestures a little mind-blown explosion with her fingers.
"It's kinda a headfuck after four years of sweet monogamy with Alex."
Kate exhales slowly. Her face softens as she considers Amy's words. She leans back against the pillows and stretches her arms above her head in a lazy arc.
"I know, I know," she admits. Her tone stays light but turns more thoughtful. "Alex is... complicated."
Amy snorts. "Yeah, no shit. But that's what makes him cute." She nudges Kate's knee with her own. "He's got all these little tics—like the way he flinches when someone mentions Brian's name now. It's adorable."
Kate barks out a laugh and covers her face with both hands. "God, I know. He's so dramatic about it."
Amy sits on the edge of the giant fold-out couch-bed, arms crossed, staring at naked Kate lying on the pillows with her face buried in her hands. She speaks slowly.
"So… the new week's started—and apparently you've got a ton of meetings and offers again, right? And then there's this whole Brian situation… No wonder Becky's been so damn persistent."
Amy lightly tickles Kate's leg.
"Come on, confess, naked Goldilocks—has Brian already asked you out on an official date?"
Kate peeks at Amy through her fingers, biting her bottom lip. The water from the shower still runs in the background, a steady thrum that somehow feels louder than usual. She inhales slowly, then drops her hands to her stomach and lets out a soft hum.
"Mmm, yeah. He asked me out."
Amy's eyebrows shoot up. A knowing smirk spreads across her face. "And? Are you going?"
She moves closer, elbows propped on her knees, chin resting in her hands. She speaks with playful curiosity, but something more measured and careful lingers beneath it.
Kate shifts onto her side and pillows her cheek against her arm. "I think so," she says lightly, but quiet certainty sits in her voice. She looks at Amy, expression unreadable. "It's... exciting."
Amy lets out a low whistle. "Damn, girl. You really are doing this."
Kate exhales a soft laugh and shakes her head slightly. "I mean, yeah. I am." She watches Amy for a moment before adding, "Does that bother you?"
Amy considers it for half a second before shrugging. "Nah. I think it's kinda cool, honestly." She adjusts her position, crossing one leg under the other. "Like, you and Alex have been together for what, four years now?"
Amy squints slyly and goes on.
"So after four years, you decide: 'Fuck it, I'm gonna have two boyfriends!', huh? Hmmm… Either we all seriously underestimated you, or Aria's got way too much influence over you… So where's this date gonna be? You already told Alex about it?"
Kate's fingers trace idle circles against the sheets. Her attention flicks toward the door to the adjoining room where the shower stall is. She exhales slowly. "It will be at the Topanga Canyon Inn, at 7 PM. Just... dinner, I think."
Amy smirks.
"You already told Alex, didn't you? How'd he take it?"
Kate remembers saying it to him while he was fucking her pussy last night.
A slow smile spreads across Kate's face. Amy watches her intently, waiting for an answer. She leans forward slightly, elbows on her knees, something calculating in her posture.
"Well?" Amy presses, her voice edged with curiosity. "What'd he say?"
Kate's fingers still on the sheets, tracing idle circles. She exhales slowly, a soft chuckle slipping out before she answers.
"He said it was fine. That he was happy for me."
Amy lets out a knowing grunt and rolls her eyes.
"Knew you'd give me that modest little smile. And here I was hoping… Oh, let me guess—he said it all noble-like. Something like 'Do whatever you want, I'll accept it all.' Right?"
She giggles.
"And I bet you told him while he was fucking you, didn't you?"
The question is clearly rhetorical. Kate doesn't answer. Her mind lingers on how he fucked her from the side right here just a few hours ago. But Amy doesn't need an answer. She already knows.
Kate exhales through her nose and shakes her head with a smirk. She shifts onto her side, propping her cheek against her palm. Amy watches with rapt attention, head tilted, still waiting for details.
"So he was inside you when you told him, huh?" Amy muses, her smirk deepening. "Bet that was some scene."
Kate hums noncommittally, but her expression betrays her amusement. She looks at Amy, exhales through her nose again, and a slow smile forms as she watches her friend's focus. The sheets shift as she moves, adjusting her position against the headboard. Morning light filters through the windows behind her. She licks her lips unconsciously, eyes half-lidded.
"Yeah," she says at last, voice low and smooth. "He was inside me when I told him."
Kate decides she needs to tell Amy right now about the planned trip to Vegas that she and Alex are organizing, and that they are thinking of bringing Ariel along, and Brian.
"By the way, Baby Boy and I are planning a trip to Vegas soon," she says. "And I was thinking maybe you and some of the others could come along too. It could be fun, right? Like a little getaway for all of us."
She pauses, gauging Amy's reaction.
"Oh, and here's the thing. We invite my friend Ariel, of course Aria, and possibly even Brian."
She continues with a bit of hesitation.
"Alex suggested it. More precisely, he suggested it to me and Ariel, but I thought… And he didn't mind… Well, I think we need more people for that."
Amy snorts.
"So you took his idea and gave it your own little creative twist, huh? That sounds like you. And what—Ariel's on board? Brian probably doesn't even know yet, does he? Same with Aria? And who the hell do you think is gonna watch the mansion while you're off in Vegas?"
Kate stretches her arms overhead, rolling her shoulders before letting them drop back onto the bed. Her expression stays mischievous, lips still curled in that slow, knowing smile. She glances toward the window where the morning sun creeps higher, painting gold along the edges of the curtains.
"Yeah, Ariel's excited. She agreed immediately last night when Alex came up with the idea. I was texting with her at the time. She thinks it'll be fun—you know how she gets about these things." Kate shifts again. "And Brian… well, I haven't told him yet. But he'll love it. You know how he is—always up for something like this."
Then she shoots Amy a playful look and adds,
"Oh, and Alex also suggested Brian could move in here with us."
Amy goes silent for a few seconds, raises an eyebrow, and rubs her face.
"Umm… I'm sorry, what the fuck?"
Kate leans back, stretching one leg lazily across the sheets as she watches Amy's reaction. She lets the pause linger, savoring the moment. Amy's shock shows clearly—her mouth slightly open, fingers still pressed to her face like she needs time to process.
"That's… wow," Amy finally says, her words quieter than usual. She shakes her head, dark hair swaying. "You know, I thought I was getting used to this whole thing with Brian, but now you're talking about him moving in? That's… damn, Kate. That's a whole other level."
Kate tilts her head, feigning innocence. "What?"
Amy gets up from the giant fold-out couch-bed and starts slowly pacing around the room. Kate, still completely naked, lifts herself up a bit on the sheets and watches her. Alex is still in the shower.
Amy says,
"It's just… Saturday morning, exactly two days ago—Aria walks into his office and tells him about you and Brian. That you and he have been talking for several months at parties, and on January 26, after one of those parties, Aria, over a bottle of wine, suggests you fuck Brian. And not just once—but on a regular basis. Basically, to become his girlfriend, while staying with Alex. And Brian is still Aria's boyfriend, and they're in an open relationship. Right?"
Kate nods.
Amy keeps talking as she walks around the room, absentmindedly adjusting her black T-shirt with the colorful Mass Effect print.
"Then Alex spends the whole day spiraling, and Lila is the one calming him down. Then in the evening, you come back from the gallery, stopping at FOODLand to buy him the pizza he asked for during a phone call you had with him at lunchtime, when he and Lila were lying on the grass in the backyard… Right? And during that phone call, you two didn't mention Brian at all."
Kate nods again silently.
"Then you come in the evening, you two talk—he agrees to be your cuckold, then you message Ariel and you and he come up with the whole Vegas trip idea… Then the next day at 3 PM Alex meets Brian in person in Beverly Hills, then has a meltdown on the drive back to Château des Rêves—he doesn't answer his phone for hours, and you, me, Lila, Becky, and Madi have a video call with Brian around 8 PM—that's when Alex finally comes back… And everything seems settled…"
Amy rubs her face and adjusts her long dark hair.
"And then last night, during sex with you, he agrees to Brian being part of the Vegas trip and even moving in with us. Did I forget anything?"
Kate smirks slightly, shifting her weight to one hip as she leans back against the headboard. Amy's recap is thorough, but there is no real weight behind it—just a recitation of facts.
"You didn't forget anything," Kate says smoothly. "But that's the point, Amy. It's settled. Alex agreed. He's been thinking about it, and he's okay with it. So why are you still dragging it all out like this?"
She gestures vaguely with her hand, the movement casual but deliberate. Amy puts her left hand on her hip and gestures lightly with her right, trying to explain.
"You seriously don't get it? Am I the only one who noticed…"
Amy glances toward the shower room, where Alex is still showering.
"Kate… Brian is Aria's boyfriend—and as far as I understand, he's not planning to leave her for you. Just like you're not planning to leave Alex for Brian, but… you yourself said you have a date with Brian today at 7 PM at Topanga Canyon Inn, and maybe you'll have sex… And then you said Alex suggested Brian move in here, and you seemed kind of thrilled about it."
Amy crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, looking at the naked Kate, who has already slid to the edge of the giant fold-out couch-bed and now sits with her legs hanging down.
"So like… is Aria moving in too? Alex will be sharing you with Brian, and Brian will be fucking both you and Aria? Sorry if that sounds harsh—I'm just saying it like it is. Am I right?"
Kate exhales slowly, shifting to lean forward with her elbows on her knees. She meets Amy's eyes with a look of amusement and intrigue.
"Jeez, Amy. You make it sound so… complicated," she drawls, tilting her head slightly. "It's not like I'm some helpless damsel in distress. I'm perfectly aware of what I'm doing."
She gestures vaguely with one hand, her fingers curling slightly as she speaks.
"And yeah, maybe Alex is giving me to Brian. But that doesn't mean he's giving me away. It's not like I belong to him. We've been together for four years, and if anything, this…"
Amy cuts her off with a "stop" gesture.
"Okay, wait, stop."
She glances again toward the shower room, then back at Kate. Standing in front of the naked Kate—who sits on the edge of the giant fold-out couch-bed—Amy shifts from foot to foot. Her face shows a mix of playfulness, surprise, and slight concern.
"Lucky thing Alex always takes long showers. We can actually talk about this right now."
Amy's brown eyes gleam. With her cute face, blue jeans, and black T-shirt featuring a colorful Mass Effect print, she almost looks like a high school girl.
"So you're telling me that Brian Jackson—that Black mountain of muscle—is going to be fucking you, Aria… maybe even Madi!"
She giggles and tosses a lazy gesture toward the door.
"And Alex is just gonna sit in his office, waiting for the moment when—between work and your leisure time with Brian and Aria, in every sense of the word—you might feel like stopping by to see him?"
Amy sighs and rubs her forehead.
"You're not worried this could turn toxic? You know what Alex is like—how submissive and impulsive he gets during sex with you. Are you sure he actually wants this? Or is it just another case of him doing whatever it takes to please you?"
Kate's fingers drum lightly against her bare thigh as she listens, her expression unreadable. She does not look away from Amy's gaze, but a slow, knowing smile spreads across her face.
"I think," she begins, her voice measured and deliberate, "that Alex wants this more than he's willing to admit."
She tilts her head, blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she looks up at Amy.
"And yeah, maybe part of it is about pleasing me. But..." Kate pauses, considering her words. "I think he's genuinely curious. Excited, even. You should have seen him last night. When I told him about Brian..."
She trails off, biting her lower lip briefly before she continues. "Alex isn't some fragile little boy who needs me to protect him," she says, almost laughing. "He's a grown man who knows exactly what he's doing. And right now? He's getting off on the idea of me being with Brian."
Amy crosses her arms, skeptical but intrigued. She leans against the couch's armrest, her hip nudging Kate's shoulder slightly.
"So he's okay with watching you fuck a guy with a monster cucumber? With knowing you're probably gonna scream his name? Because I know you, Kate—you don't hold back."
Kate grins and rolls her shoulders as she stretches her legs out in front of her.
"Exactly. And he knows that too."
Amy sighs.
"Look... I don't want to fight with you, and I'll say this just once—first and last time. It's just my opinion. Whether you listen to it or not—that's up to you."
She pauses, then speaks quietly but clearly, looking straight into Kate's blue eyes.
"Not everything we want should be acted on. Even if we want it badly. Because trees that grow too big get cut down."
Kate holds Amy's gaze for a long moment, her fingers still tapping lightly against her thigh. Then she exhales through her nose, a soft, almost amused sound.
"You think I don't know that?" she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. "You think I wouldn't stop if it got out of hand?"
Amy raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Would you?"
Kate considers that for a beat, then shrugs.
"I don't know," she admits, and the honesty in her tone is almost startling. She looks down at her fingers for a second before she meets Amy's eyes again.
Amy rolls her eyes and laughs, standing in front of the naked Kate who sits on the giant fold-out couch-bed.
"Fuck, you're more of an actress than an artist, right? You kinda look just like your character Sam Kovalsky from Wildenfire right now. She was one hell of a bitch in the show… A hunter, a werewolf, all that shit… Honestly, I didn't finish it—fifteen seasons is just too damn much. You should say that with a cold stare and way more deadpan, you know… like, 'You think I don't know that?'"
Amy tries to imitate Sam Kovalsky, the role Kate played when she was twenty-one in that popular show about John and Steven Morgan.
Kate gets up from the giant fold-out couch-bed and laughs.
"Sam Kovalsky would've punched you in the tit for that," she says, stepping toward Amy with a playful glint in her eyes. She is still completely naked, her blonde hair falling over one shoulder as she moves. "But since I'm not her right now, I'll just do this."
She grabs Amy's shoulders and gently throws her onto the couch-bed, laughing as Amy stumbles and falls onto the plush surface. Before Amy can react, Kate climbs onto her lap, straddling her with effortless grace. Amy stares up at her, caught between amusement and something more intense as Kate's hands come to rest on her shoulders.
"Bet you didn't see that coming."
Naturally, the unfolding scene is nothing more than a joke between two friends—both Amy and Kate are completely straight. Amy sprawls out beneath Kate, laughter bubbling up as she lands on the mattress. Kate's naked body straddles her, warm and soft against Amy's clothed form. Amy's hands instinctively come to rest on Kate's hips, feeling the smooth skin there.
"You know," Amy says, her voice tinged with playfulness, "if you were a little taller, this would be downright scandalous."
Kate grins, rocking slightly against Amy's lap.
"Scandalous is my middle name, babe."
Amy lets out a short laugh and shakes her head.
"Yeah, yeah. You and your middle name, Miss Blue Eyes."
Just then, the sound of water stops and Alex walks out of the shower room, drying himself off with a white towel.
He freezes for a second when he sees naked Kate sitting on Amy's lap—while Amy lies flat on her back on the couch-bed.
Without missing a beat, Alex throws his hands in the air and shouts in a dead-serious, almost news-anchor tone:
"Hooray! No Brian! Kate's dating Amy now! Best day of the year!"
Amy erupts in laughter, her entire body shaking beneath Kate as she gasps for breath.
"Oh my God, Alex! You're such a fucking—!"
Amy cannot even finish the sentence through her giggles. Kate turns her head to look at Alex with an amused expression, her hands still resting lightly on Amy's hips.
Alex stalks toward them, towel still around his waist, and plops down on the couch-bed right next to Amy's head. He lies on his side, propping his head up with one hand, and looks at the two women with an exaggerated sigh of relief.
"See? Told you it was a possibility." He keeps talking in a serious, slightly theatrical tone, his voice low and breathy:
"Who needs Brian anyway? A best friend's pussy beats any dick… right, Kath?"
Alex looks at Kate, then shifts his gaze to Amy—though he is still clearly speaking to Kate.
"Honestly, I always thought you'd hook up with Lila. Maybe even Madi. But Amy? Wow. Didn't see that one coming."
He suddenly jumps up and flops into a nearby armchair.
"Carry on then—I'll just sit here and jerk off."
He throws his hands up dramatically.
"Don't mind me!"
Amy bursts into laughter again, her hands still resting lightly on Kate's hips.
"Oh my God, Alex! You're such a dork!" She wipes a tear from her eye, shaking her head. "I can't believe you actually said that. You know we're just messing around, right?"
Kate grins, glancing down at Alex with amusement.
"Yeah, babe. Amy and I are just being silly." She leans forward slightly, elbows braced on Amy's chest, and tilts her head. "But hey, if you want to watch us fuck, I'm not gonna stop you."
Alex throws his hands up, speaking in a theatrically wounded tone:
"Oh of course! When it's about 'expanding boundaries' and 'personal growth'—it's gotta be Black dicks! Naturally!"
He pauses dramatically, then adds:
"But maybe... just maybe... a bigger one is far superior? Something to consider?"
He gets up, grabs a white T-shirt and a pair of black shorts from the dresser, and starts putting them on while muttering:
"Alright! Kate's on you now, Amy—since you kicked our personal assistants out of the room. Though to be fair, with Becky... you probably made the right call. She's kinda nuts, and you know it, don't you, Kate?"
Alex puts extra emphasis on the last words. Kate laughs and gives Alex an amused look as he pulls on his shirt.
"She's not that bad," she says, though there's an edge to her words. She knows exactly what Becky is capable of. "But yeah... maybe we should've locked the door first." She shifts slightly on Amy's lap, causing Amy to let out a small sound as Kate settles more firmly against her.
Alex rolls his eyes while putting on his shoes.
"Yeah, right! We were way too busy last night to worry about such little things in our own house!"
He checks his phone.
"Alright, I'm off to find my sexy Chinese-Malay-Irish-Scottish assistant, who I don't always recognize if she's wearing more than three pieces of clothing…"
He heads for the door, opens it, and calls back,
"Amy! Seriously—Kate's got a busy day today, so don't get too caught up in your lesbian fun."
Kate lets out a soft giggle at Alex's dramatic exit, shaking her head. She turns back to Amy, who's still smirking. Amy gives Kate's hip a light squeeze.
"Your boyfriend's crazy," Amy says, her words warm and teasing. She shifts slightly, adjusting her position so Kate can feel more of her body against her own.
Kate grins, leaning forward just enough to brush her fingers over Amy's collarbone.
"Yeah, I know. But that's why I love him." She speaks softly, full of affection. "He's got the right balance of serious and silly."
Amy tilts her head slightly, considering Kate's words.
"And he knows how to share."