Page 4 of The Devil's Heir
I spent every day watching from afar, but not anymore. I need her, and if I can't have her as my own, I will do the only thing I can: make her my 'assistant.' It sounds better than prey or victim. It makes no difference to me if she sees me as mean; at least she sees me as something.
I come down in the stupid red thong Carmen makes me wear when her friends are here. Strengthening my resolve, I present myself to her. She gets up from her place on her couch, walks over slowly, and examines my state of dress. She has me in the tightest thong, which showcases the bulge in the front. I am very well endowed for my age; all the Falcon men are.
"Hm, seems you're missing something. Oh, yes, the little gift I got you." She walks to a table and opens the drawer.
What she pulls out has me seeing fucking red. She doesn't say anything as she smirks and walks over to me.
"Kneel," she orders.
Glaring right at her, I drop to my knees, and she wraps a fucking leather collar around my neck. There's a leash attached to it, which she yanks on, indicating she wants me to stand once the collar is secure. She calls me her sex servant, but there is never any sex involved, at least not with her. No, she likes getting off by humiliating others, me especially.
"Now, be a good boy and follow me." She turns and heads for the door, pulling on the leash, and all I can do is follow.
"The guests are out by the pool, and you will do well to please the women however they want." Carmen opens the French doors leading to the Olympic-sized pool at the back of the house. That's when I see all of her guests; none are under the age of fifty, and most are divorced or widowed. "Go be a good boy, and I may have a surprise for you later on."
Her words mean nothing to me because if I've learned anything, it's that Carmen's surprises are never a good thing…
THREE
Liliana
Jarek:Are you finished with my homework yet, little pauper?
I roll my eyes, looking at the time. It's just past seven, and Jarek has four assignments for me to do, with one of them being a three-page essay. I'll be lucky if I finish by nine.
Me: I'm working on your essay now.
Jarek: Don't be rushing through it, pauper. I expect nothing under a B plus.
Me: I'm trying my best, Jarek.
Jarek: You better get back to work, pauper. You have a long night ahead of you.
I toss my phone aside, not bothering to answer him, and I turn my attention to the work. Tears burn behind my lids. Why am I letting him treat me like this? I should go to the principal or the guidance counselor about Jarek's behavior toward me. Unfortunately, his family owns this town, so I doubt anybody will help.
I end up doing homework well past midnight, and when I wake up just before my alarm goes off, I find myself still sitting at my desk. Slobber runs from my mouth to my arm, where my head is resting, and I wipe it off as I sit up.
Grabbing my phone, I curse when I see it dead, so I throw it on the charger and quickly jump into the shower before the others wake up. There's onlyone bathroom that the kids have to share, so if I want a morning shower, I have to be up before everyone else.
There are four of us foster kids living here, so it gets hectic, especially in the mornings. Susan, our foster mom, is never awake when we get ready for school, so we all have to fend for ourselves. Luckily, the younger ones are old enough to dress and feed themselves; otherwise, I'd have to help them.
As I throw everything back into my bag, remembering to grab my phone from the charger so I don’t forget it, I head down for some breakfast. I grab a muffin from the box sitting on the counter and hurry out the door.
I reach into my bag and pull out my phone, but when I turn it back on, I wish I hadn't. Jarek has left over twenty texts and even a few missed calls. The more texts he left, the angrier he gets, and before I leave the front gate, I press his number and wait for him to answer.
"It's about damn time!" He answers on the first ring.
"I'm sorry, my phone died, and then I fell asleep at my desk…."
"Stop with the excuses, Liliana. I'll be there to pick you up in two minutes. Be ready."
The line goes dead.
I stare at the screen in disbelief. Not so much because of the rude behavior but because Jarek really does know my name. He just doesn't say it—and wait—he's coming here? I groan when I realize I have no choice but to ride to school with him. I don't know how he knows where I live, but I stand here, looking up and down the road until finally, he turns the corner and pulls up in his Tesla.
"What the hell is that?" Jarek eyes the muffin in my hand with disgust.
"It's my breakfast. I had to grab something fast since I was running late."
