Page 85 of Gluttony

“You wearing that for breakfast, Diamond?” Hayes is pretending not to be watching her intently, with one eye still on the screen in front of him, but he’s shit at pretending.

“I sure am.” Bowie waltzes over to me and holds her hands together behind her back, pushing her chest out in the process. “Need a hand, Orion?” I fucking love when she uses my name. The way she says it makes her whole mouth move.

“If your pussy wasn’t so sore I’d make you sit on my dick looking like that, Little Rabbit. Fucking delectable.” Hadley places the bowl of whipped cream and strawberries in the middle of the table and sits down next to Hayes.

“Delectable? That’s a big word for you at eight in the morni—” She cuts herself off with a squeal as Hadley rushes her, lifting her up off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder, and spanks her ass.

“Sit your beautiful arse down and eat.” Hadley winks, placing her down at the table before grabbing a couple of full plates. He puts one in front of Bowie and one in front of Hayes, waiting for me to bring the other two plates for him and myself. “Strawberry?” Wagging his brows, Hadley spoons up a strawberry with a heavy dose of cream and holds it in front of her mouth. “Open wide.”

“Only because I’m hungry.” She smirks before opening her mouth, happily accepting the offered food. “Mmm.”

I can’t help shaking my head as she chews. She knows about the cupcakes and continues to eat them, so I’m torn whether I should let her know about this, too.

Watching her scoop a whole load onto her plate makes my decision for me. I’ll let her know later because she’s really enjoying it if her light moans are anything to go by.

“It’s weird when you all stare at me like that.” Pausing, Bowie looks up from her plate and makes eye contact with each of us. “But you’re not gonna stop, are you?”

Our collective grins must tell her all she needs to know because she rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Didn’t think so.”

It’s so slight, I almost missed it, but I saw the smile she was trying to hide as she dipped her head and I make a silent vow to be the reason for that smile as often as possible.

I want her to know how serious we are and that she is quickly becoming our sun. The thing we revolve around, that gives us life and meaning. Because now that we have her, it feels like everything before Bowie was gray. Now the world is full of color and I don’t want our secret to black it out again.

“Why don’t you live here all the time? It’s like the outside world doesn’t exist.” With her head resting against one of the hot tub cushions and her elbows resting on the sides, her legs splay out in the water.

I grab one of her feet and begin pushing my thumbs into her sole. It makes her moan and close her eyes, her head lolling back farther.

“We wanted to be closer to the offices and recording studio. And that’s it, really.” I shrug, enjoying the way her chest rises and falls in the bubbling water, the peaks of her breasts hard and begging for attention.

“Well that’s boring. Expected…but boring. I was hoping for some vigilante Batman shit, like you need to keep up appearances and this place is basically the Batcave.” She giggles,looking me straight in the eye as she lifts her wine glass and takes a sip.

I reward her with a raised brow and a smirk for her efforts, because her imagination may be wild, but she’s not entirely wrong, either.

“So tell me, Orion, what made you change your tune on the Terror Twins?” She looks at me expectantly, like she’s preparing herself for story time, but quickly closes her lids and rolls her head back when I apply pressure to the ball of her foot.

“Same old story for the new foreign kid; I was bullied when I started my new school for being different. It went on for like two years before anyone found out. Don’t get me wrong, I gave as good as I got, but when it’s twelve against one, the odds aren’t good for the one.”

“How can you be doing something so magical while talking about something so tragic?” She moans again and I mentally pat myself on the back. With the heels she wears to work every day, I’m not surprised she’s enjoying this.

“It’s not tragic. I eventually put two of the fuckers in hospital, and a week later they were all expelled from the school. Thanks to the Terror Twins, who had found out about the bullying when the ambulance was called, at the same time as everyone else. I was threatened with expulsion, too, but again, Terror Twins to the rescue.”

“How? You were all so young? Not even teenagers.” Her head is lifted again, and now she seems really invested in my story.

“Their parents basically owned the school with the amount of donations they gave.”

“Yeah, but why would they do that for you if you all hated each other?” She takes another sip of her wine.

“They hate bullies more. I still don’t really know how it happened, but we’ve been inseparable since.”

“That’s kinda sweet. You hospitalized some kids, had more kicked out of school, and made some best friends in the process.” She giggles again, the sound like a light tinkle of laughter, and her nose scrunches up a little every time she does.

The fact that she isn’t cringing or trying to pull away at the casual way we’re talking about hurting people and destroying people’s lives is promising.

“There was a bully at the foster home I was in. He was older than me and had the sweetest little sister, but his attitude was rotten.” Finishing off her wine, she places the glass in the cup holder beside her and rests her head back again. I know she’s uncomfortable with eye contact when she talks about herself, like she’s ashamed or something, and I wish she wasn’t, but I’ll take whatever she has to give without pushing. The twins push more than enough for the three of us.

“Do you remember your parents?” It’s a personal question, so I hope I’m helping her to feel at ease as I start massaging her lower calf as well as her foot.

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