SOREN
"What happened?" I heard Elias whisper to me. He was sitting next to me but not too close.
I shrugged while keeping my eyes on the television.
Elias is here, fresh from Spain, and he came straight here as soon as he got back, tsk. He immediately wanted to gossip. He stayed in Spain for quite a while, probably enjoying the ladies there.
"Hey, what happened?"
Persistent!
"I slept with him last night," I answered casually.
Tss, Marshall has been ignoring me since this morning. But he follows all my orders. He’s acting like a servant because he doesn’t complain even when I mess with him.
"You fucking what?!" Elias hissed, "You two had sex?!"
I glared at him, "Repeat it again? Go home already!"
I wanted to kick him, but my legs hurt.
Elias made the sign of the cross, "I can't believe you managed that."
Tsk.
"Bro, it's sex. The only difference is Marshall's is a real one, not a strap-on. What we did was normal, okay? I have a womb, he has... you know. Simple as that."
I laughed a bit.
Yes, that’s why my legs hurt. I really took charge with Marshall, but is it even called that? He didn’t resist. And like I said, I was on top, not the bottom.
"Go home," I ordered Elias, "Get out of here if you don't want me to have Marshall throw you out. You're scared of him, right?"
He immediately moved away from me. He raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay. Adios, motherfucker."
I raised my middle finger at him, which made him laugh. He left my house without looking back.
I then heard his motorcycle roar loudly outside. He drives recklessly. It's no surprise he’s been caught by the MMDA multiple times.
The problem is, he looks Spanish, so he always jokes, "Por favor, no English, no understand." The jerk often gets away with it.
"What do you want to eat?" I heard Marshall ask from behind me.
I looked at him and winked, "I want a big, long eggplant, babe."
He averted his eyes and went back to the kitchen.
I laughed again.
What’s up with that guy? From what I remember, my girls always act like that after being with me. They get shy afterward.
But even Marshall?
I got up and walked to the drawer next to our TV stand.
Damn, my legs really hurt. It's like I overworked out last night.
I grimaced as I got the DVD I wanted. I went back to my spot and played it.
I watched the movie. Even after it ended, I hadn’t moved from my spot.
Damn it, my legs really hurt, and even my lady parts are sore. Something metal went inside me, so of course, it’s swollen!
Why is Marshall’s thing bigger than my thigh, seriously. It hurt when it went in. It felt like a whole fist was pulling out of my womb — yes, it hurt that much!
"Dammit, Marshall!" I yelled while watching, "Can you get your thing operated on because it hurts when it goes in?!"
Marshall didn’t respond from wherever he was.
I looked around for Marshall. He was at the dining table, avoiding eye contact with me.
I laughed again. What a wimp.
I stood up despite my aching legs. I walked over to him, sat on his lap, and grinned at his face.
"Are you embarrassed?" I asked while laughing, peering at his face that kept avoiding mine.
He didn’t answer.
"Hey, are you embarrassed?" I teased, forcing him to face me.
"Don't worry, I enjoyed last night," I said, laughing, "Stop worrying about it."
He still didn’t respond.
My grin widened, "From what I remember, your buddy grew bigger and fatter—"
Finally, he faced me and glared, "Oh, shut up!"
"Fine," I surrendered, "But what's your problem? Are you really embarrassed?"
I seriously stroked his cheek. It was smooth again because he had shaved. I was just teasing him, but I found it amusing.
"You didn’t let me do any work last night."
Ah!
I burst out laughing at what he said.
Okay, okay, I get it.
I didn't let him do any work last night. And it's obvious because his neck is covered in kiss marks. Seriously, I really had him pinned down last night. Tied up, bro, tied up.
"But that's what I do, Marshall. I fuck."
He rolled his eyes, "Yeah. I didn't have a chance to show you what I got."
Oh, please. Maybe next time he’ll get his chance, lol.
"Hey," He wrapped his arms around my waist.
"Hmn?" I replied without looking at him.
"Were you just forced last night? Or... did you just want to get pregnant?"
I turned to face him and met his serious gaze. He brushed the hair that was partially covering my face, "You don't have to do it, you know."
"But I liked it," I replied irritably, "What more do you want? You're too fussy."
He just smiled and moved back a little to kiss the side of my lips, "Yeah, but at least I have you now." He bowed lower and buried his face in my neck.
I let him.
But it hurts. It really hurts down there.
*******
I woke up groggy. When I looked at the clock, it was already ten in the morning. Marshall wasn't around, probably out with some girls again. When I went downstairs, I saw the living room was a mess. He must have left in a hurry; he always cleans up before leaving.
"He left these too," I said to myself upon seeing the folders he was working on last night left on the table.
I took a quick shower, put on decent clothes, and left the house with his company papers. I sped off in my car, and when I reached my destination, I hurried inside.
The McGregor company is massive. I don't know what businesses they have, but the only thing I'm sure of is I don't give a damn.
Why are they enemies with my parents anyway? My brother Caleb also didn't like Marshall before. He said they used to be friends, but Marshall played dirty. My brother said I'm lucky to have tamed him.
I don't understand it though. What tamed? He's not like my brother Au. He's nicer than I expected.
I entered the building. The guards didn't pay me any mind, probably because they recognized me and didn't stop me.
Big. Wide. The whole lobby had a minimalistic look. And because I knew where to go, I immediately got on the one elevator that looked different from the silver elevators scattered around. This one is gold. Just like ours, this leads directly to the McGregor offices, for sure.
I reached the top floor. I'm on the 55th floor, and if I jump from here, I would definitely die.
There was no one in the hallway when I got out. But I followed my instincts, turned left, and went straight to the door at the end of the corridor.
I could hear a meeting going on inside.
"They're trying to screw us, bro, they have branches in England. They're competing with us."
"Then get ahead of them," I heard... Oh, it's Marshall. But he sounded pissed, "Do it in a hard way, Raquel. Destroy them if you can."
"Then I'm gonna call my hommies," Raquel said.
"But wait," Gin said, "Are you sure about this? I disagree."
"I don't want your opinion," Marshall said firmly. I peeked through the door and saw them gathered around a long table. Marshall looked angry, and if I didn't know him, I might have run away.
Damn, he looks like he's about to kill someone.
"Yeah, right," Gin said sarcastically, "You're the eldest. You're the best."
"I don't have any objections, but are you sure about this, brother?" Oni asked seriously while playing with a pen in his fingers, "You'll regret this, not us."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Marshall asked sarcastically, "We'll destroy those branches. The Ambersons need to learn their lessons. Their sibling isn't easy to tame."
Woah, woah, woah!
I was literally stunned.
Wait, what?
I held the folders I was carrying tightly.
"When are you going to marry her?" Raquel spoke again, "It would be a big advantage if you marry Soren."
"I still don't know," Marshall replied irritably, grabbing a cigarette from a pack on the table, "That woman is such a pain in the ass."
"Stop saying that, she loved me more than anything in this world," I heard a familiar voice say.
It's Mildred.
"Please, brother. Just leave her alone, she has nothing to do with your feud with her family. Remember? She knows nothing and doesn't get involved."
Ah... yeah. I know nothing. I have no idea.
"This. Is. Business, Mildred," Marshall said, "She will be affected. I need her to marry me first, then I'll dump her after I fix the problem."
"I hate you," Mildred said harshly, "She loved me. She cared for me. You ruined everything."
"Stop digging the past, damn it," Oni said, "Just accept it, you and Soren are done."
"I know!" Mildred shouted, "But this jerk promised me he wouldn't abandon Soren! And now he's saying he'll dump her after this?!"
"I'm out," Ginger said, "I don't want to be part of this. Throw me out, I don't care. I have a conscience. We're crossing the line this time, someone is getting hurt, I'm out."
"Conscience? Since when did you have that?" Marshall asked sarcastically after blowing out smoke.
"Fuck you. Don't compare me to you. Think about your wife and kid, haven't you changed? You have a child now."
I saw Ginger stand up, silently heading towards the door — towards me.
When he opened the door, I immediately stepped aside.
He was stunned to see me. He quickly closed the door and looked at me in disbelief.
"Miss Soren!" he whispered urgently, "What — shit, how long have you been here?"
I shrugged, "Can I be your mistress?"
Because obviously, my brothers were right, he's the only decent one among these siblings.
I sighed when he didn't respond.
"Never mind, just don't tell them you saw me," I said.
I walked back to the elevator I came from.
I entered it silently and pressed the button to go down.
I cursed when I remembered something.
He didn't use a condom. I'm screwed.
*******