Chapter 38: The Homewrecking Game.

February 6, 10:00 PM, Cocoavilla, Aria’s room on the third floor.
“Alright, you talked me into it. I’ll tell you the secret—‘Honey’ is basically ready. All the tracks are recorded,” Brian says in a pleased voice, lying naked in the huge bed with the pink canopy. Aria sits on top of him, just as naked.
“This summer it’s gonna be a bomb. Funk, R&B and twerk vibes—me and the guys created a pretty memorable sound. We gave it a thousand percent. The producer said he wouldn’t tolerate even one filler track. I think we nailed it.”
Aria smiles with satisfaction, tracing circles on his chest with her painted nails. Her long ponytail sways as she moves.
“I knew you’d kill it,” she purrs. “You always do when you put your mind to it.”
Brian grins and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.
“Gotta say, having you as my muse helped a lot,” he says, voice dropping to a husky whisper as his hands slide down to her ass. “Especially when you gave me the idea for ‘Desert Queen.’” His fingers tighten, kneading her flesh while he lifts his hips slightly so she can feel his growing erection.
“And one more piece of good news. My health is definitely fine. According to my doctor, the size is fucking insane, but after all the check-ups there are no problems on the horizon. Though I’m not going to apply for the Guinness Book of Records—I already have enough with you showing pictures of my dick to all your friends. I want to become famous as a rapper, not as the dream of every porn studio.”
Aria laughs softly and presses closer.
“Oh, come on, you know I’m proud of you,” she says, running her hand along his length with practiced ease. “And it’s not like I show it to just anyone. Only the special ones.”
Brian groans as her fingers tighten around him. His hips buck slightly.
“Fuck, babe,” he mutters, fingers digging into her hips. “You say shit like that and I can’t think straight.”
She leans down, brushing her lips against his ear.
“Good,” she purrs. “I like when you’re not thinking.”
Brian slaps her ass a couple of times. She squeals.
“Watch it, bunny. Don’t piss me off, or tomorrow you won’t be able to sit without pain.”
They both laugh.
“By the way, Kate texted me this evening,” Brian continues. “She said I need to be ready to move in with them starting next week. She’s sending her ‘five-inch situation’ to the guest house, and I’ll be living with her in the same room in the main building.”
The news lights up Aria’s face. Her eyes shine with satisfaction. A slow, knowing smile spreads across her lips. She presses her small but perky breasts against his chest, nipples already hard, and nuzzles into his neck.
“Mmm,” she hums. “That’s my girl. Always so decisive.”
Brian chuckles, hands roaming her body with possessive appreciation.
“Yeah, she’s not wasting time, is she?” He squeezes her ass roughly and grinds up against her. “Fuck, I can’t wait to have her completely to myself.”
Aria lifts herself just enough, then sinks down onto him with a satisfied moan.
“What, that wasn’t your idea?”
Brian raises an eyebrow.
“Looks like my date with her in Topanga turned out to be more than fruitful.” He chuckles. “Judging by your face, you’re already orgasming from just this news. Everything’s going according to your plan, my little devious strategist?”
Aria moans softly as she rides him, rolling her hips in slow circles.
“Mmm, you know me so well,” she purrs, voice thick with pleasure. She braces her hands against his chest and grinds down harder. “In that case, I have a few more ideas for further promotion… to build on this success.”
She gasps as his hands slide up to cup her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her nipples.
Brian groans and jerks his hips up to meet her.
“Yeah? And what else do you suggest?”
He watches her face with hungry intensity. Aria bites her lip and rolls her hips faster.
“First,” she breathes, “I think you should focus on making her fall completely in love with you. Make her want you so badly she can’t think straight.” Her fingers dig into his chest. “Second, I want you to make sure she doesn’t miss Alex as much as she thinks she will. I want her to realize he’s… expendable.”
She says the last word with a slight smirk, watching his reaction.
Brian’s grip tightens on her waist. He thrusts up hard.
“Fuck,” he growls, voice thick with lust and something darker. “You really wanna play this game, huh?” His movements grow deeper, more punishing. “You want me to take her completely? Make sure she doesn’t even remember his name when she’s screaming mine?”
Aria moans and nods frantically, grinding down on him.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, I do. I want you to be her everything. Her world.”
Brian slaps her ass hard, leaving a red mark, and drives into her harder.
“Then tell me what you want me to do.”
Aria grinds harder, nails scraping down his chest as she picks up speed.
“We make it a contest of seduction. Not just physical—though that’s part of it.” She moans, riding him faster. “It’s about who can get Kate the most worked up. Who can make her lose control first.”
Brian’s hands slide up to her breasts, squeezing roughly as he matches her rhythm.
“And what exactly does the winner get?”
Aria bites her lip, smiling with wicked delight.
“Me.” She leans down, hair cascading around them, and whispers directly into his ear. “For a whole weekend. No interruptions. No rules.”
She keeps riding him, enjoying the feel of him.
“I have a plan… for February 14,” she says quietly. “I have an idea how to present you in a much better light compared to Alex… We make it a contest,” she whispers. “Alex versus you. Literally.”
“What kind of contest is this?” Brian asks right away.
“It’s not exactly about sex…” Aria smiles. “But it’s almost about it.”
“Explain.”
Aria grins, rolling her hips in slow circles.
“I’ll present this like a Valentine’s game,” she murmurs, fingers tracing slow circles on his chest. “A way to compare… experiences. You and Alex, both wooing her. But not just physically.”
Brian’s grip tightens on her hips.
“And what exactly does this ‘wooing’ entail?”
Her grin widens as she continues rolling her hips, drawing a low groan from him.
“Everything. Flowers. Date. Presents. Sex, obviously. But also… emotional connection. Who can make her feel most special.” She leans down, breath warm against his ear. “Who can make her cum hardest.”
She continues, “Each of you will have twelve hours. We’ll even do a video broadcast for several independent people who will act as a jury and give scores to both you and Alex. Kind of like those TV dating shows, only much more explicit. But the final decision will be up to Kate.”
Brian’s hands grip her waist as she rides him slowly. His face twists into a smirk.
“You really are a genius,” he murmurs, thrusting up hard. “This is perfect.”
He chuckles.
“And what’s the prize for me or for Alex? I will have a lot of sex with Kate anyway. Just like Alex will live in the guest house no matter what. What exactly will I or Alex get if we win or lose this contest? It has to be something worthwhile.”
Aria smiles.
“If you win—and you will win, I’m sure of it—Kate will officially announce that from now on you are her main man. Not ‘the second,’ not ‘another one,’ but the main one. She will sleep with you every night in the former Alex and Kate’s room. Alex stays in the guest house until he leaves for Cambria, and even when he returns from there—if he returns—he won’t enter that room without your permission. Not once. Not for a single night or day.”
Aria continues, speeding up the roll of her hips. “At the same time, Alex stays her ‘Baby Boy’. She can hug him, kiss his cheek or forehead, take care of him—everything like before. But intimately—only with you. And she’ll tell him that herself, to his face, in front of witnesses. In front of me, Lila, Amy. So he hears it from her, not from me. So he understands this isn’t some temporary game.”
She leans closer, almost brushing his lips, and whispers: “And if by some miracle Alex wins—which won’t happen—“
Brian cuts her off with a low growl, moving harder. “Fuck, baby, don’t stop.”
Aria laughs softly, rolling her hips. “If Alex wins—which won’t happen—you still move into the main house with Kate. But you sleep in the guest room. You’re still allowed to fuck her whenever she wants, but you spend most of your time in the second bedroom. And… you don’t get to fuck me for a month. No matter what.”
Brian groans, fingers digging into her hips as he meets every roll. “Fuck, that’s cruel,” he mutters, breath ragged.
Aria grins and moves faster. “But that’s the game, isn’t it?” she purrs, nails scraping down his chest. “And I think you’ll enjoy proving to Kate—and Alex—that you’re the better man in every way.”
Her back arches as she grinds down on him. “It’s going to be a fair fight. After that you won’t have to worry about being some ‘villain’ or ‘homewrecker’, right? By the way, I’ll get Dara Liva on the jury. Then Kate will definitely agree, and Alex will follow. Dara isn’t involved in any of this. She barely visits the Château and doesn’t know you or Alex. She’s Kate’s idol. Impress Dara—and you impress Kate.”
Brian’s breath catches. His hips jerk up, driving harder while she grinds down, tightening around him in steady pulses. “That’s fucking perfect,” he growls, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. “Twelve hours to show her exactly what she’s been missing.”
He digs into her soft flesh and rolls his hips, hitting the spot that makes her gasp. “You’re a genius, baby. And you’re right—she’ll never look at Alex the same way after I’m done with her.”
Aria laughs. “So yes, baby. On February 14 we give them a real Valentine’s Day. Judges, cameras, scores. But in the end only she decides. And when she chooses you—and she will—it won’t be just ‘trying a new guy’. It will be an official transition. You—her man. Alex—her beloved boy who lives in the guest house and writes his books.”
Brian grabs her hips harder, flips her onto her back in one motion and looms over her. His thrusts turn slow and deep, savoring every inch as he sinks into her. “Fuck, I’m going to make her forget his name,” he murmurs, watching her face. “She’ll wake up screaming mine. Every single day.”
Aria arches under him, nails raking down his back. “Yes,” she gasps. “Make her need you more than she needs him. Make her want to be seen on your arm. At your events. In your bed.”
Brian’s rhythm falters for a second as she clamps around him, then he moves faster, hips snapping against hers. He slides his hands under her ass, lifts her to change the angle, and watches her throw her head back with a sharp cry.
He leans in close. “And about those feelings for Alex you almost admitted tonight… Don’t think I’m giving you to him. I’m taking both of you. The lustful social engineer and the romantic autodidact. Brunette and blonde. Best model and socialite with the best artist and golfer. Best photographer and best actress. Dirty talk and that deadpan that gets me hard. The full package. I’m having you both at the same time.”
He presses even closer. “And you know what? The two of you taking me together will only make your friendship stronger.”
Aria lets out a shuddering moan, body arching, hands twisting in the sheets. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes. “I want that too. I want to watch Kate take every inch of you. And I want to help her. Guide her. Teach her exactly how to please you.”
Brian’s rhythm stutters again, breath turning ragged. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, picking up the pace.
Aria whispers with her eyes closed, lost in it. “Latricia will help us… That crazy fetishist has style. She’ll work on Kate’s look. We’ll braid Kate’s hair into a ponytail… or better, a couple of pigtails. It must’ve been hard holding her by that loose hair in Topanga. And we’ll swap those favorite pants for ultra-short miniskirts that ride above her hips…”
Brian’s thrusts turn erratic. He grips her thighs, holding her still as he drives into her harder. “Fuck, baby,” he growls, voice thick. “You’re going to make me come if you keep talking like that.”
Aria moans loudly, body quivering. “Then come inside me,” she pants, arching to take him deeper. “Fill me while we plan this. I want to feel you lose control while we talk about making Kate yours.”
Brian’s rhythm breaks. He slams into her one last time and comes hard, burying himself deep as he loses control.
February 6, 10:00 PM, Château des Rêves, Alex and Kate’s room.
“I hope I didn’t let you down today,” Daria says, sitting on the edge of the giant fold-out couch-bed. She wears a white shirt and black trousers. She leans back and lies down, staring at the ceiling. “The trip to Swag&Pop, the meeting with that producer at the café… and the video call. I think it’s great that you’re not abandoning your modeling and acting career while still being an artist and golfer.”
She turns her head and looks at Kate, who sits in a blue dress at the other end of the couch-bed, typing on the laptop resting on her knees.
“It’s not easy to do singing… and drawing manga,” Daria adds. “And now I’m also your personal assistant on top of being your caddie. But I’ll manage.” Her Russian accent is noticeable. She is tired.
Kate answers with an impassive face and that sarcastic yet friendly deadpan tone. “Well, you can always quit if you find it too hard. I mean, you’re not exactly essential.” She does not look up from the screen. “Besides, Becky will eventually return from Malibu, having taken her revenge on her ‘friend’ Marisol.”
Daria lets out a soft, breathy laugh, stretches her arms above her head, then rolls onto her side to face Kate. Her dark bobbed hair fans out a little. “Oh, I won’t quit. I’m too curious.” She speaks quieter now, the accent stronger with exhaustion. “And besides, I like watching you work.” She glances around the room, then back at Kate. “So… is Alex coming back tonight at all? It’s already 10 PM. You said he texted you that…” She pauses. “He stayed with Sarah after their tutoring lesson. But I guess it’s fair that you allowed him, considering the whole situation with Brian. Lila is probably thrilled.”
Kate finally looks up. The laptop casts a soft glow on her face. She exhales through her nose, expression unreadable, then closes the device and sets it aside.
“You know how it is, Daria,” she says in a calm monotone that carries more weight than her usual playful tone. “Alex needs this. Sarah is good for him.” She stretches her arms above her head, fingers interlocking, then lets them drop. “I trust him.”
Daria props her chin on her hand, watching her. “Well, yeah, considering his whole panic attack background. I guess this will soften the fact that you…” She pauses. “…cuckolded him.”
Kate laughs. “Cuckolded? Daria, please. That sounds so… medieval. Like I should be wearing a corset and locking him in a tower while I go off to joust with a rapper.”
She exhales, a look of detached amusement on her face. “Alex isn’t some victim in a Russian tragedy. He’s a writer. He lives for the drama of it all, even if he has to hide in his office because of fear of panic attacks and to process the ‘plot twists.’ Besides, Brian isn’t a replacement. He’s just… a very large, very loud expansion pack to our current reality. I trust Alex to handle the narrative, and he trusts me to keep the illustrations interesting.”
Daria smirks and rolls onto her back again, staring at the ceiling. “Well, that’s one way to look at it. Though I think Brian is more of a DLC than an expansion pack. He’s definitely meant to be played in co-op mode.”
Kate snorts, stretches out her legs, and crosses them at the ankles. “You sound like a video game review,” she says dryly. “Like I should be rating the quality of his upgrade.”
Daria hums and taps a finger against her chin. “He does have high frame rates. And memory management—I mean, look at him. He can fuck you senseless and still be coherent enough to talk about a music project afterwards.”
Kate’s face twitches. A knowing smirk tugs at her mouth. “Yes, well. His processing power is impressive.”
Daria giggles. “Amy is clearly not thrilled about all this. Probably Lila neither. I don’t know about Madi… But she too, I guess. So, have you figured out how you’re going to… um… divide your time between them? I mean, you’re sending Alex to the guest house next week while Brian moves into this room. Then Alex will be in Cambria for several months while Erodreamarts is going on… And what then? You keep dodging the answer. But you’ll have to decide eventually.”
Kate sets the laptop aside completely. The soft click punctuates the quiet. She stretches her long legs along the couch-bed, the blue dress riding up just enough to show the line of her thigh, and tilts her head toward Daria with that signature deadpan half-smile.
“Divide my time?” she echoes, voice light and even. “Daria, sweetheart, you’re making it sound like I’m booking appointments in a calendar app. ‘9 AM Alex, 2 PM Brian, don’t forget to hydrate between slots.’”
Daria’s fingers pause mid-tap against her stomach. “You’re joking,” she says, but there is no real disbelief in her tone—just quiet surprise. Her dark eyes flick to Kate’s face, searching.
Kate merely watches her, waiting, green eyes sharp and unreadable.
She tilts her head slightly, thoughtful and amused. “Why would I joke?” she asks. “You’re talented, and you’re already here, working for me. I don’t see why you shouldn’t have space to work properly.”
Daria laughs. “Okay, I get it. Let’s drop it.”
She yawns lightly. “Have you and the girls already figured out what you’re going to do with Alex’s office? The one on the third floor—and the old one on the first floor? I mean, there will be journalists sent to us during Erodreamarts, they’ll definitely be snooping around everywhere and…”
She shrugs. “Questions will start. And the whole point of Alex leaving is to hide him. Both Sogni Nudi and Alex himself are interested in that, as far as I understand.”
Kate hums thoughtfully and props herself up on one elbow. “I think… The old office is getting repurposed for storage and archives. Although Alex hasn’t worked there for a long time, it’s already serving as storage and archives. The third floor… well, Brian will need space for his stuff, but he’ll be living in this room, and this room is huge anyway, and here are adjoining room areas where we’ll put his things…” She sighs. “And Amy has already picked out a room for our guest, Ava.”
She looks at Daria. “Maybe… you? Your room is on the first floor of this main building. You could move to the third floor, where we are now. We’ll be living on the same floor. Or you could use Alex’s office as your office as a comic artist.”
Daria blinks and adjusts the collar of her shirt. She glances up at Kate, then back down at her stomach. A slow, genuine smile spreads across her face. “You mean it?” she asks, almost childlike. She looks up again, really looking at Kate now, studying her face for any sign of teasing.
Kate watches her, face unreadable but without the usual sharp wit in her eyes. Something softer is there, almost contemplative. “Why wouldn’t I?” she says simply. “You work for me.” Her fingers trace the hem of her dress, then she shrugs. “You can practice your comics work there. You seem to be doing pretty well with that. Like your own art studio.”
Daria’s face brightens with a wide, genuine smile. She pushes herself up onto her elbows, staring at Kate with something between disbelief and affection. “Seriously? That would be—“ She stops herself, biting her lip. Then, with an uncharacteristic burst of enthusiasm, she blurts out, “That would be incredible! Thank you, Kate!”
Kate watches her with a slight twitch of her lips. “You’re welcome,” she says smoothly. “I mean, it’s not like I’m doing you a favor. You’re my caddie and assistant. If you need space to work, I should provide it.”
Daria rolls her eyes, laughing. “Yeah, right.”
February 6, 11:00 PM, Cocoavilla, Aria’s room on the third floor.
Brian looks at the ceiling, still catching his breath after sex. “So, now that we’ve calmed down and fucked… Are you serious?”
He pauses. “I mean this whole idea with the contest on February 14. There’s also that bullshit game of Cheryl’s on February 16 at the abandoned military base. What’s the point of it if you’re already offering these conditions for the Valentine’s Day contest—so I officially become her boyfriend? If I win on the 14th, there’s no point in the competitions on the 16th.”
Aria stretches out beside him, still flushed, fingers trailing along his collarbone. The bedside lamp casts a soft glow over her face as she shifts to look at him.
“Oh, Brian,” she murmurs. “You’re adorable when you think this is about winning.”
She presses a kiss to his chest and props herself up on one elbow. Her fingers trace lazy patterns through the sweat-dampened hair there. Green eyes catch the light.
“Kate’s already decided, babe. You know that. She made it clear.”
Aria stretches across the huge bed, her naked body still warm and slick. Dark brown ponytail spills over one shoulder. She gives him that slow, knowing smile.
“Mmm… serious?” she purrs, voice low and teasing, fingers drawing circles on his chest. “Baby, I’m always serious when it comes to making things interesting.”
She leans in, lips brushing his ear, breath hot against his skin. “The Valentine’s contest on the 14th? That’s the real one. That’s where we make it official. You win—and you will—Kate says it out loud in front of everyone: you’re her man now. Not the side piece, not the fun experiment. The main one. Alex hears it straight from her mouth. He stays in the guest house. He doesn’t step foot in that bedroom without your permission. Ever.”
She slides one smooth leg over his hip, half-draped across him again, small breasts pressing softly against his side. “The February 16 thing with Cheryl? That’s just extra spice. A little public game in the tunnels so everyone can watch and gossip. It keeps the energy high. Keeps Kate feeling like she’s living inside one of those wild Dreamside stories instead of some boring settled life. Plus…”
She grins wider. “It gives you another chance to show off in front of her. And me. Why not? You already know you’re gonna win the real prize on the 14th.”
Her hand slides lower, wrapping loosely around his cock, giving it a lazy, affectionate squeeze. “Don’t overthink it, big guy. The contest is the hammer. The tunnel game is just the pretty wrapping paper. Both work together. Kate gets her thrill, Alex gets his little romantic drama to write about later, and you… you get exactly what you wanted.”
Aria tilts her head, eyes sparkling with wicked mischief. “And me? I get to watch my two favorite people finally sort their shit out the fun way. Win-win for everyone… except maybe Alex’s fragile little ego. But he’ll survive. He always does.”
She kisses the corner of his mouth, soft and teasing. “So yeah. I’m serious. Dead serious. Now stop worrying and kiss me properly before I start thinking you’re going soft on me.”
Her ponytail brushes his chest as she moves closer, playful challenge clear in her eyes.
Brian frowns. Confusion is written all over his face. “You like Alex, so you want him to break up with your best friend? Why do you even need him? You two are completely different.”
He sighs. “Your motivation is strange. I’m scared that sooner or later this will all come out. And I’m scared that I’ll look like shit in this whole story. I want Kate, but I don’t want to hurt Alex. Your methods… they bother me. And they will never agree to the terms of the February 14 contest if there are words like ‘ever’, ‘always’, and all that. It’s stupid.”
Aria’s fingers tighten just slightly around his cock—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind him whose hand is there. She exhales through her nose, something between amusement and exasperation, and shifts until she’s straddling him fully, hips settling against his.
“Oh my god, you are so fucking cute when you get all noble,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes even as she grins down at him. “You sound like you’re writing a fucking romance novel, Brian.”
Her hands brace against his chest as she rocks forward slightly, dragging her wetness along the length of his still-hard cock. She watches his face, tracking the way his breath catches.
“Cute,” she repeats, feeling him twitch beneath her. “But let’s get something straight.”
She moves closer, face hovering near his, breath warm against his lips. “You don’t get to be scared now. You’re not some bystander in this anymore—you’re right in the middle of it. You wanted this. You wanted her.” Her hand slides up his chest, resting over his heart. “And I made it happen for you.”
Brian’s fingers curl into the sheets. He doesn’t push her away. He just stares up at her.
“And I appreciate that,” he admits, voice rough. He sighs again. “Still, your wording won’t work. Kate won’t refuse intimacy with Alex and won’t put me in first place just because I beat him in some contest. Especially not if she has to say it to his face, in front of witnesses… That he’ll stay her ‘Baby Boy’ but she won’t sleep with him anymore… That’s bullshit, Aria. No one will agree to that. At least not on a permanent basis.”
Aria throws her head back and laughs. “Oh my god, you’re adorable when you get all proper like this.”
She leans down, resting her forehead against his, ponytail draping between them like a dark curtain. “That’s exactly why I love you.”
Her fingers trail down his stomach, nails scraping lightly over his abs. “But no, you’re right—we’ll tweak it.” She nips at his bottom lip. “We’ll make it a temporary thing. A week. A month. Whatever Kate feels like.”
Brian snorts. “Well, thanks for not interfering with me saving your own plan. I already told you—that morning towards the end of the date in Topanga, Kate told me that she’s ‘greedy.’ She said she wants ‘sweet, worshippy love’ from Alex, as well as what I give her. And I told her that I don’t hate Alex. That I respect him. For the fact that he has Kate and that he shares her with me. So your ‘bully Alex’ tactic that you suggested in front of Lottie and Corin this afternoon… It won’t just not work, it’ll be harmful.”
Aria’s smile doesn’t waver, but something sharper sits behind it. She shifts her weight, rolling her hips just enough to drag herself along the length of him in slow strokes. “Mmm, you’re right,” she purrs, fingers tracing idle patterns across his chest. “But baby, you’re thinking too small. This isn’t just about Kate and Alex—it’s about all of us. It’s about who gets to sit at the head of the table.”
Her hand slides down and grasps his cock, squeezing just enough to make his breath hitch. “Right now, Alex still holds the title.”
Brian’s palm cracks against her ass. Aria gasps, her back arching as she presses harder against him. “Madi?” she scoffs, teasing lilt in her voice. “She’s too… professional. Too pure for your games.” Her hand strokes him slowly, thumb rubbing circles around the head. “But if you really want to know why I don’t like it…” She leans in, lips brushing his ear. “I like having a doctor who doesn’t get distracted by my boyfriend.”
Brian flips them, pinning her beneath him. His grin turns wolfish as he spreads her thighs wider. “You don’t own me, Aria.”
Aria arches under him, breath quickening as his fingers dig into her flesh. “Of course not,” she murmurs, head tilting back against the pillows. “But I do own the game.” Her nails scrape lightly down his back. “And right now, you’re playing exactly how I want you to.”
Brian chuckles, dipping his head to nip at her neck. “Careful, bunny,” he warns against her skin. “I might start playing by my own rules.” His teeth graze her collarbone, then he moves lower, kissing and biting down her chest.
He laughs and slaps her bare ass again. “Calm down, bunny. I want Kate, not their Château. Well, okay, I also like Madi. I don’t know why you’re so against me starting to hit on her. Maybe you’re jealous?”
Aria moans, arching into the spank. She rolls her eyes, smirk still in place. “Jealous? Of Madi? Please.” She wraps her legs around his waist. “She’s too… wholesome. Too professional. Like a schoolteacher or something.”
Brian chuckles, hands gripping her thighs as he thrusts hard. “Mmm, yeah. I like that about her.” His words come rough with the movement. “I noticed this during that video call on Sunday evening… February 4. Becky was wearing a yellow T-shirt with the word ‘BITCH’ printed across it in bold red letters, paired with blue jeans… Amy was wearing a loose-fitting green shirt and black non-denim pants… and Madi was wearing her white doctor’s coat with a stethoscope slung around her neck. That perfect little doctor who’s all business until you get her alone.” He punctuates with a sharp thrust. “Imagine if I got under her white coat, Aria.”
He groans, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he drives harder. “Fuck, I bet she’d be so professional at first. All clinical and serious.” He nips at her skin, hips moving in a steady rhythm. “But then I’d make her lose that perfect little doctor act. Get her all flustered. Her pristine white coat hitched up around her waist. Her legs wrapped around me like this.”
Aria moans, matching his thrusts. “Mmm, I bet she’d try so hard to stay composed. To keep that professional veneer.” Her words come in short, breathy pants. “But you’d break her. Make her beg for it. Make her forget all about her stethoscope and her doctor’s coat.” She arches up, hips rolling in a slow circle.
Brian whispers, “She added me on WhatsApp that evening… and sent just one emoji as a message…” He slows down, drawing it out as she tightens around him. “It’s a good thing Alex had some kind of breakdown that evening after our talk and didn’t come back to the mansion for a long time… Because that video call happened—the one the girls started… And I got a really good look at their doctor… It’s a shame Madi doesn’t go to parties very often… If she had been in front of my eyes all these months… I would’ve had much more motivation…”

Aria gasps, nails digging into his shoulders as she pulls him closer. “God, I love how you think,” she breathes, hips rolling against his. “But don’t you dare start flirting with Madi until after Alex is gone. I need you focused on Kate.”
Brian chuckles, teeth grazing her neck as he picks up the pace. “You act like I can’t handle both.” He nips her earlobe. “I can multitask, bunny. You should know that by now.”
He keeps going. “Madi herself said during that video call in front of the other Château girls: ‘You’re welcome at our Château des Rêves anytime, not just for parties. I hope your tension with Alex will soon be a thing of the past.’ You heard it too from the hallway while I was talking to them on video chat. I think I need to start communicating with her. And you’re going to help me with that.”
Aria tilts her head, studying him with a calculating look as she takes in his words. Her nails trace patterns along his back, body pressed tight against his. “Help you with Madi, hm?” She smirks, eyes drifting to the ceiling for a moment. “I suppose I could help… if it means keeping you focused on the main goal.”
She shifts, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “But I get to set the rules. You don’t contact her until I say so. And when you do, it’s on my terms.” Her hand slides up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing his lower lip. “Because let’s face it, baby—you might think you can handle both, but I’m the one playing this game. And I want to make sure every move counts.” She pulls him down for a kiss, hips rolling in a slow, teasing motion.