Chapter 25: Kate, Camila, Mia, Sarah...

February 5, 7:50 PM. Topanga Canyon Inn reception desk.
“Fuck, listen, that’s… That blonde is Kate Norwin!” Jane jabs her phone right into Carol’s face, Kate’s Instagram page open on the screen.
“Umm… She’s like an actress or…?” Carol drawls lazily, yawning as she sits in the chair while an excited Jane stands in front of her, shaking the phone.
“Fuck, Carol!” Jane exclaims, then immediately drops to a whisper. “Yeah, like an actress. She was in The Cathedral, Anomaly Zone, Inspector Supreme, and… Anyway, now she’s mostly an artist and golfer and lives in Dreamside.”
“Ah, Dreamside…” Carol says, almost sleepily. “I know the place. A bunch of young artists built some fairy-tale fort or ravine or whatever bullshit, fenced it off and…”
“Fuck, Carol! It’s not just artists—tech guys live there too! And it’s one of the richest towns in California! All the bohemian crowd who run from the paparazzi flock there! And now Kate’s there too—apparently so no one finds out she’s a snowbunny who prefers black cocks!”
“Fuck, Jane!” Carol mimics her friend, copying Jane’s voice. The irritation chases away all her sleepiness. “You’ve been pissing me off so bad today. Since this morning! First the skunks, then your mom, now this Kate with Brian… Why the fuck do you even care? So King B is fucking Kate Norwin—what is it to you? Not enough guys? Or not enough black guys? You know, if even guys from the black neighborhoods won’t bite, that says a lot about you…” Carol hisses at Jane.
Jane’s face twists into a grimace of indignation. She slaps the phone down on the desk hard enough to rattle the screen. “Carol, don’t be an idiot!” she hisses. “This is a big deal! She’s famous! And now she’s out here in Topanga with Brian Jackson, the rapper who fucks Aria Vale in the ass! It’s like… Hollywood royalty and a hood king hooking up!”
Carol rubs her face with both hands and groans. “God, Jane, why do you care so much about other people’s sex lives?” She leans back in her chair and stretches her arms above her head. “It’s their business, not yours.”
But she sees the situation has really gotten to Jane and sighs. “Okay, alright. Fine, I surrender. I’ll listen again to your audioseries called Fantastic Fuckers and Those They Fuck. What do we have in this new episode titled… mmm… Blonde Meets Chococock? What’s so terrible about King B, the boyfriend of the California-wide-famous model and photographer Aria Vale, fucking the young artist and golfer Kate Norwin?”
Jane presses her palms together and exhales dramatically. “Carol, you’re not getting it! This isn’t just some local celebrity scandal. This is a power play. This is art, business, and sex all in one!” She taps the phone screen and pulls up Kate’s Instagram feed. “Look at this— Kate Norwin is basically the poster child for indie cool. She paints these weird but beautiful landscapes, she plays golf like she’s in a Nike commercial, she’s got that whole laid-back California vibe but with actual talent.”
Carol squints at the screen and scrolls past a photo of Kate in overalls outside a gallery. “Yeah, she’s cute.” She looks up at Jane, her eyes turning playful.
“So you’re just jealous that Brian’s definitely fucking her brains out right now? I saw how you batted your eyes at him when they checked in, and how Kate shut that shit down real quick.” Carol adds, “What did you call Kate back then? ‘The old cock sleeve for black cock,’ right?”
Jane’s grin widens. She leans against the front desk, resting her chin in one hand as she watches Kate’s Instagram story loop on the screen. “Yeah, that’s what I said. And I still stand by it. Look at her—she’s got that whole ‘effortlessly cool’ thing going on, but let’s be real. She’s here for the dick.”
Carol snorts and shakes her head as she taps the phone to enlarge a photo of Kate standing outside a gallery, arms crossed. “I dunno, she doesn’t seem like the type to just go around fucking random guys.”
Jane smirks. “Oh, please. You’ve seen the type before—sweet on the outside, freak in the sheets.” She scrolls down and zooms in on another photo where Kate laughs with her head thrown back. “Look at her. She knows exactly what she’s doing. And that Brian Jackson?” Jane whistles lowly. “Yeah, she came here for the dick. And he’s gonna give it to her.” She pauses. “Big dick.”
Carol rolls her eyes but keeps watching, her fingers twitching like she wants to swipe through more. Jane catches it and pushes the phone toward her. “Go on, admit it.”
Carol hesitates for half a second before giving in. Her fingers brush over the screen as she swipes up. “Okay, fine,” she mutters, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone—just reluctant curiosity. “She’s… I mean, she’s got style, I’ll give her that.”
Jane watches with satisfaction as Carol scrolls through the feed, pausing on photos where Kate appears dressed up, sometimes with celebrities, sometimes alone. “And she’s got this whole ‘mysterious but approachable’ thing going for her,” Jane says, leaning her elbows on the desk.
Carol slows down, zooming in on a candid shot of Kate laughing with friends outside a restaurant. “I mean, she’s not some airhead. She’s actually smart and funny.”
Jane snorts. “Yeah, and that just makes her better at hiding what she really wants.” She grabs the phone back and flips to a photo of Kate at a bar, chin in hand, with a small knowing smile. “See that look? That’s the look of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing. And she’s here with Brian Jackson, so clearly she’s looking for something specific.”
Carol hums noncommittally, but her fingers still hover over the screen. “I guess.”
Jane smirks and nudges her shoulder. “Oh come on, don’t act all shocked. You know exactly what I’m saying.”
Carol exhales through her nose and shakes her head. “Yeah, I know. But… I dunno. She’s just not the type to be some guy’s… toy.”
Jane barks out a laugh. “Oh, please. Every girl’s the type if the right guy comes along.”
February 6, 1:00 AM. Cheryl Hill estate.
Cheryl and Aria walk along the paved driveway of the estate, breathing in the cool California night air. Cheryl wears her bright red dress with the plunging neckline that shows off her small tits. Aria rocks a tiny white miniskirt and a white crop top that leaves her midriff completely bare. Their heels click softly against the asphalt. Cheryl walks Aria to the parking area.
“Well, sorry, Sweet Cocoa, but my Tara is damn perceptive, isn’t she?” Cheryl says, her smile exactly like the Cheshire Cat’s. “We enjoyed a hell of a show through those hidden cameras starring your boyfriend and your bestie, but… let’s cut the bullshit, you Italian bitch. We both know you’re practically jumping out of your panties wanting Alex and Kate to break up. So if you want me to keep helping you, say it straight: what’s really between you and Alex? And don’t bring up Kate again; this isn’t about her. Tara’s inside the house right now, and it’s just the two of us out here.”
Cheryl crosses her arms over her chest as they keep walking at a slow pace.
“Because it’s not about friendship, or ‘whatever’s best for everyone,’ right?” Aria’s tiny white miniskirt swishes around her thighs as she walks. Her white crop top stretches taut over her flat stomach. She glances at Cheryl, her face a picture of innocence as she twirls the end of her ponytail around her finger. “Oh, come on, Cheryl,” she purrs, a playful lilt in her voice. “You know me—I’m just a concerned friend. But if you’re asking…”
She pauses, biting her plump lower lip. “Let’s just say that Alex has a certain… charm. And I may have noticed it before.”
Cheryl covers her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing.
“Oh, shit…”
For a few seconds her fake aristocratic poise vanishes completely, but she quickly pulls herself together.
“So… this is how it is: you’re into both Alex and Brian, and Kate is your bestie. You’re in an open relationship with Brian, while Kate has those ‘classic’ tender vibes with Alex…”
Cheryl pauses for a second and adds quietly, “…and those ‘classic’ vibes smell like some ethereal incest mixed with religious worship, considering their pet names for each other. And… you want to break up Kate and Alex so you can take Alex for yourself, while leaving Brian for Kate. Except now you can’t let Brian go either because you’ve fallen for him too, as I found out from our video call a few hours before Brian and Kate’s date.”
They reach the estate’s parking area.
“Well, damn…” Cheryl draws out. “Sweet Cocoa, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a situation this… completely fucking insane.” She chuckles, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her crossed arms as she studies Aria. “You know, babe, most people have the decency to be a little subtle when they’re fucking around. But you? You’re straight-up building a goddamn pyramid scheme of dick and pussy.”
Aria giggles, still twirling the end of her ponytail. “Oh, come on, Cheryl, you can’t blame a girl for wanting the best of both worlds. Brian’s got that big, bad rapper vibe, and Alex? Alex is like this precious, fragile flower that needs someone to take care of him.”
Cheryl rolls her eyes.
“Oh, my little Italian slut… That Russian-speaking immigrant who hates his native language and has insane talent for writing killer erotic novels already has the literal Queen of girls-next-door, who takes care of him like a perfect mommy with her precious baby boy. And let’s be real: you’re way too wild for him. You’re not mother material, which is exactly what he needs. Kate, though… mmm… yeah, she’s it. Maybe Madi could work, or Amy… Lila at best would be big-sister energy. But you? You’re basically a lite version of Becky. Alex might not hate you, but he sure as hell doesn’t like you. And your stunt of pushing his girl under your boyfriend definitely didn’t help the situation.”
Cheryl pauses, adjusting the strap of her bright red dress.
“You’re greedy, Aria. I’m not the one who’s gonna preach the righteous path to you; go to Tara for that. I’m just saying: pump the brakes for a while until the storm blows over.”
Aria pouts, crossing her arms and shifting her weight onto one hip. “Pfft, whatever, I just want to see how it all plays out. If Kate wants to play with Brian, that’s her choice. And if she decides she’s done with Alex… well, that’s not my fault, is it?” She smirks, tilting her head. “Besides, I think you’re being too hard on me. I’m not the villain here.”
Cheryl laughs, sharp and sarcastic. “Oh, honey, you’re not the villain either. You’re just a little shit who gets off on chaos. But sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
February 5, 10:00 PM. Château des Rêves, Alex and Kate’s room.
Alex lies alone in the bedroom after a heart-to-heart with Lila. For the first time in ages, he spends the evening by himself.
Images of Brian fucking Kate right now at Topanga Canyon Inn on their first date flash through his head. But the fear of losing her has vanished. Over the past couple of days, Kate has convinced him that no matter how far she pushes her boundaries, he remains her one and only Baby Boy.
Alex scrolls through the photos of Sarah he took today around 5 PM at her place, right after their second joint English-grammar tutoring session.
“Never had a teacher this young and this fuckable before,” the thought flickers through his mind.
He checks his socials. He stays unregistered under his real name and never posts anything. He just lurks. His Instagram sits completely empty: zero posts, zero followers, no profile picture, no real name. Lila handles all the public stuff for his writing career. Alex only browses erotica and porn for inspiration, keeps tabs on Kate’s media activity, and checks on his friends.
He scrolls through Sarah’s Instagram. Nothing overtly sexual, but every photo looks gorgeous. Just like her. Alex genuinely believes a woman’s face is the sexiest part of her body.
Looking at her pictures makes his dick hard. Since he does not want to jerk off to them without permission, he opens the shots he took today around 5 PM instead.
Alex starts jerking off to Sarah’s photos. They are good—great, really. She looks effortlessly sexy in them. Natural, playful, confident. Nothing staged or provocative, but his imagination fills in the rest. He zooms in on her face, those blue eyes laughing at him through the screen.
He strokes faster, replaying how she looked at him during tutoring. The way she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, pushing her breasts up slightly. The little smirk when he tried to focus on grammar instead of her. The way her lips moved as she spoke, just a fraction too slow, like she knew exactly what she was doing.
Still jerking off, Alex opens WhatsApp and slips into the group chat Magnificent Pussies of Château.
Besides the actual “pussies”—Amy, Madi, Lila, Becky, and Daria—Alex sits in the group too. Becky added him with her classic line: “Alex’s dick doesn’t count as a dick.” He swallowed his pride and agreed just to get access.
The group stays private and top-secret. No one outside these six people even knows it exists—not even Kate. It runs on pure spam, gossip, and shit nobody says out loud. None of them ever mention the group in real conversations.
All five others appear online. Becky and Daria go hard about the cute gardeners at Château des Rêves. Lila drops her rare savage one-liners. Madi and Amy lurk in silence.
Alex types and sends:
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “So since Monsieur Gonshorowski is now officially Cucksieur thanks to Kate & Brian’s first date 👩🏼‍❤️‍🧑🏽—what do you ladies think, should I bring up the topic of my own boundary expansion with our golden-haired Ms. Norwin? 🤗 Could start with you, Becky, or maybe Sarah, Ariel? Or even add some Spanish flair 🇪🇸 with Camila de Arce Novoa or Mia Luna? 💞”
The replies come in fast.
DociCarrow (Madi): “😂 😂 😂 LMAO at you calling yourself Cucksieur 😂”
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “Damn Alex, just like that? You’d really start fucking around? 😳”
Kotenok (Daria): “Well well well… seems someone’s been thinking about this for a while. 😉”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “You fucking smalldick idiot, of course you are. But don’t rush anything. Start small. Sarah’s easy—she’s already got a thing for you. And she’s got the perfect body. I could tell you how to get her under the sheets in under a week.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Damn it, Alex. Sarah and only Sarah. You know why.”
Alex smirks at his phone.
He rolls onto his back on the gigantic Sexodrome—the massive fold-out couch-bed he and Kate named. The room sits dark, lit only by the glowing phone screen.
Alex scoots to the edge, adjusts his white t-shirt and black shorts, then walks to the window. He parts the white horizontal blinds. From the third floor of the main building, he sees the inner courtyards. More than five hundred people live here full-time. The mansion never sleeps. Voices and laughter drift in constantly from the clustered buildings.
He steps away from the window and flops back onto the bed. Then he types again.
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “🤨 No, Amy, I’m not about to ‘really start fucking around.’ I’ll ask Kate’s permission first, just like she asked mine. I don’t actually want to sleep with other girls. Kate is more than enough for me. I just don’t understand the new dynamic. I don’t even know how to bring it up without sounding jealous or vengeful. Especially since Brian is moving in with us.”
Kotenok (Daria): “Alex, listen to me. Don’t think of this as ‘revenge’ or ‘jealousy.’ It’s about equity. Kate’s exploring something new, and that’s fine. But you deserve something too. Not because you need it, but because it’s fair. And if you do this right, it’ll bring you closer together.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Daria’s right. But you need to approach this from the right angle. You can’t just spring it on her. Present it as something you’re doing for her. Like ‘I want to give you everything, even if that means sharing you sometimes.’ Or ‘I want to be part of your fantasies in any way I can.’ Make it about her pleasure and your devotion.”
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “Fuck, Lila, that’s the kind of shit someone says when they want me to break up with Kate. 🤬 You’re my creative assistant, not my personal-life assistant. I’m sick of you shoving Sarah down my throat. And let’s drop her—there are strangers in this chat, lol. What I’m asking is: when should I talk to Kate about this and how the hell do I even bring it up? She hasn’t even said how she’s planning to split her time between me and Brian. 😤”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Alex, I’m not shoving Sarah down your throat. I’m just telling you the truth—that she’s into you. And the fact that you’re even thinking about this is proof that you’re already halfway there. You’re not going to break up with Kate. You can’t. But you can make this work for both of you.”
Alex sighs and spreads his arms and legs wide on the Sexodrome. He feels lucky that Lila, Amy, and Madi keep their mouths shut. His grammar issues and the secret tutoring sessions with Sarah would not boost his cool points around Château des Rêves.
The group chat keeps buzzing. Alex stares at the new messages.
PacificSexiness (Lila): “hey Alex… I wasn’t shoving Sarah down your throat… I was just saying what you needed to hear. She’s into you, you’re into her. Just go for it. Be honest with Kate.”
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “I know you’re stressed, Alex… but try not to overthink it. If Kate wants to be with Brian too, it’s because she loves you enough to tell you. Just be there for her, okay? And for yourself too.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Haha. Is our little Short Tail sulking alone? I can see right through your transparent little ploy. You’re not actually worried about Kate and Brian—you’re jealous that she’s finally letting someone else get a piece of that sweet ass of hers. 🤣 Don’t worry, Short Tail, I’ll still be here to mock your tiny dick when she’s done with you. 😘”
Alex smirks and rolls his eyes. For a moment he sits motionless in the dark, then types:
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “Alright, forget it. I’m just sitting here alone with nothing to do and typing bullshit. But seriously, where are we putting Brian? Madi, Amy, what do you think? Lila?”
The phone buzzes almost immediately with multiple responses. Amy replies first.
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “Well, the obvious answer is his own room, but that kinda defeats the purpose of him living here, doesn’t it? I dunno. 🙁”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Or you could just get over your possessiveness and let him sleep next to Kate. Wouldn’t that be easier? You don’t have to watch him all the time. Just trust that she’ll come back to you when she’s done with him.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Hahaha, oh you poor thing! 😂 You’re seriously asking us how to handle your own problem? Should I draw you a picture, Short Tail? Maybe paint you a mural showing exactly how to cope when your girl starts fucking other guys? 🤣”
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “Becky! 🤬🤬🤬”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Haha, Becky always knows how to push your buttons, huh? 😏 But she’s not wrong. You’re overthinking it. Just let Kate decide where Brian sleeps. If she wants him in her bed, she’ll put him there. If not, she won’t.”
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “Lila’s right. Don’t stress about it, Alex. Kate knows what she wants.”
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “Fuck, sorry girls that for all four years with Kate I wasn’t in an open relationship and wasn’t a cuckold! I literally have no idea how to talk to her about this except ‘I’m fine with it, my Goddess, do whatever you want’. You lot in this chat aren’t helping for shit… 😭”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “😂 Oh honey, you’re doing fine! You’ve got the right attitude—letting her do what she wants. Don’t worry about being experienced. Just be honest with her. And with yourself.”
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “❤️”
StrangeTiefling (Amy): “And for what it’s worth… I don’t think you’re a cuckold. You’re just in love and willing to make your girl happy. There’s a difference.”
DociCarrow (Madi): “❤️❤️❤️ Sweetheart, you’re not alone in this. I know you feel like you’re drowning, but you’re handling it much better than you think. Remember, Kate loves you. She wouldn’t do this if she didn’t still care deeply about you. ❤️❤️❤️”
Kotenok (Daria): “Alex, I think the girls have a point. You’re overcomplicating this. Just focus on the parts that still belong to you. Like how she still loves you and how she still comes back to you. And hey—maybe watching them together won’t be as bad as you think. If you can stay in the right mindset, it might even be… exciting. In a fucked up way, sure, but excitement nonetheless. 😈”
Alexxxbabyhot (Alex): “Damn, that’s not the point, Daria! I’ve already come to terms with it over the past couple of days. And I’m the one who suggested to Kate that he move in with us. I just don’t know how to act properly in this whole situation, that’s all.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Then act like yourself, baby. Don’t try to be someone you’re not. You’re allowed to be uncomfortable. You’re allowed to feel things. Just don’t push it away. If you feel jealous, say so. If you’re curious, ask questions. Kate wants you to be honest with her. ❤️”
Alex tosses the phone aside. He lies on his back and stares at the ceiling of the dark room.
“Thanks, girls, but… fuck it all,” he mutters to himself.
February 5, 10:15 PM. The private three-way chat (only Lila, Becky and Daria).
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “So, how’s that? Told you the second Kate takes off for her Topanga date with Brian, our little cuck’s fighting spirit would deflate again 🤣🤣🤣 Lila, brace yourself, you’re about to get another round of his whining and moaning like this past weekend 🤣🤣🤣 Aria really fucked up our lives that fateful Saturday, Feb 3, 2024… 🤣🤣🤣”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Oh god, Becky… I actually feel a bit bad for him. He’s genuinely struggling with this. He wants to be supportive, but Kate just keeps pushing the boundaries more and more. And honestly? I think she’s enjoying his discomfort a little too much.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Oh yeah, he’s definitely a cuck now.”
Kotenok (Daria): “Nah, he’s not a cuck yet. But he’s definitely getting there 😈”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “You know, I keep thinking about what Kate said earlier—about how Alex never really got to experience this kind of thing before. Like, sure, he writes erotica and watches porn, but this is real. And I think part of him is curious to see how it plays out, even if he’s terrified.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Oh my god, Lila, don’t you start feeling sorry for him too! I get that you are his personal assistant, but you are not his mom! He already has moms—Madi and Amy, LOL!”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “He’s just never dealt with this before. All his previous sexual experiments only ever involved two people: himself and Kate.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Yeah, I know, so he’s a virgin in the sense that he’s never had a threesome before. That’s… cute. 😆”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Yeah, and I think it’s messing with his head. Like, he knows intellectually that it’s just sex, but emotionally it’s hitting him in ways he wasn’t prepared for. He told me earlier that he keeps imagining Kate leaving him for Brian.”
Kotenok (Daria): “He should just come to terms with it. Kate won’t leave him. She just wants to fuck other guys sometimes. It’s not complicated.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Oh, fuck, it’s complicated alright! He’s got that fucking writer’s brain—always overanalyzing everything. 😵‍💫 It’s fucked up, I swear! 😒”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “He’s trying to understand what he’s feeling. I get it. He’s an introvert, he processes things…”
Kotenok (Daria): “He’s probably already started a new book about it. 🤔”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Yeah…”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Look, I know it’s messed up, but I think… I think in some weird way, he likes the idea of Kate being desired. Like, it turns him on knowing she’s with other guys.”
Kotenok (Daria): “So he’s a cuck then? 🤔”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Not in the traditional sense. He’s not getting off on watching or anything. But he’s… I don’t know… proud of her? Turned on by the fact that she’s so desired?”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Ugh, gross. I don’t want to think about my bestie like that!”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “That’s not what I meant. I just think it’s complicated for him. Like, he’s happy for her but also jealous. And part of him gets off on knowing she’s desired by someone else.”
Kotenok (Daria): “Sounds like cuckolding to me. He wants her to be taken.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “I mean… yeah? But it’s not like he’s begging her to do it or anything. He just… accepts it. Or tries to.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “By the way, whose name is Château des Rêves actually registered under right now? Serious question, considering they’re not married. Fuck… if they ever break up, better that Alex is the one who has to get the hell out of here…”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Fuck, Becky, you’re killing me… 🤦 Château des Rêves was ‘Dana’s gift’ to Alex four years ago when he started writing for Sogni Nudi. I DON’T KNOW whose name the mansion is actually registered under right now. I’m assuming Alex’s. Only Alex, Kate, and Amy know for sure, since Amy’s the house manager. Well, maybe Madi too.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Oh, I know, it was Dana’s gift to Alex. I’m not a fool, bitch! But like… if things go south, who has the right to stay? The mansion is Alex’s property. But almost all of the staff are either Kate’s friends or friends of Kate’s friends. That’s what I mean.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “I think… if it came to that… Alex would probably leave. Like, I can’t imagine him kicking Kate out of here. It’s his house, sure, but it’s been her home for four years now. And he loves her way too much to do something like that.”
Kotenok (Daria): “Huh. That’s actually kinda sweet in a messed-up way. Him giving up his home for her.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “Yeah… I mean, obviously, we all hope it doesn’t come to that. But if it did… yeah.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Fuck, this is some nuclear cuckoldry! 🤣🤣🤣 Yeah, totally: Alex got the mansion and his relationship with Kate pretty much at the same time. And let’s be real, the spirit of Château des Rêves is Kate’s spirit: all those parties and the rest of that shit…”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “I mean, yeah, she’s the one who throws all of the parties. And he never comes to them. But they’re still his parties in a way. He gets to be the mysterious writer in the background, lurking in his office while everyone else enjoys themselves. And he likes that.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Yeah, yeah, I get it. But like… if he had to choose between her and the mansion, he’d choose her, right? That’s kind of messed up in a way.”
Kotenok (Daria): “I dunno. I think he’d choose the mansion. It’s his creation, his dream home. Kate just kinda… moved in and made it her own. And yeah, he loves her and all, but the mansion was here first. It’s part of him.”
PacificSexiness (Lila): “He’s not really the type to throw people out though. Like, he’s a really good guy. Even if he had to make that choice, he’d probably just… pack up and leave himself.”
HotBallscrusher (Becky): “Hah! Good guy! That’s what makes this so fucking delicious!”