Page 30 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
I shook my head.
“Very well, sir. Let me know if you change your mind.”
Aviva was frowning at me. “That was a bit rude, Sampson.”
I gave her a droll look. I forgot how naive she was, despite the fact that Hendrick had just had his dick between her thighs. “She was politely offering to blow me in the first class bathrooms, Good Girl. I can take her up on the offer, if it would make you feel more comfortable?”
She flushed that pretty pink again, and I resisted the urge to torment her more. Maybe see if she wanted to take the flight attendant's place. But it was a long ass flight and I was tired already. I got jet lagged like a bitch, even in first class. Humans weren’t meant to skip across time zones like this.
As soon as we departed JFK, Aviva seemed to relax, like any other decision was impossible now, and by extension, we all relaxed. I hadn’t realized how much her mood had affected us all. Airlines kept you happy by feeding you constantly, and in first class, that meant constant refills of champagne as well.
A three-course meal, two more champagnes, a turndown service, and Good Girl’s enthused excitement over a set of pajamas later, she was asleep, curled in a tiny ball and snoring softly. I wasn’t far behind her, but first, we needed to talk.
Unclipping my belt, I stepped into the aisle between Otto and Hendrick. “You fucked her.”
Hendrick looked comically surprised by the flatness of my tone. “I did not. I ate her out.” Otto scoffed, and Hendrick gave us an innocent look. “She was having a panic attack. What was I supposed to do?” he hissed.
“I don’t know, how about talking her down? Your tongue isn’t just for fucking cunnilingus, Drix,” Otto said sharply.
“Who the fuck still calls it cunnilingus? What are you? A 1970s sex ed teacher?”
I lifted a hand to cut them off before they really got going. “Whatever. I don’t care if you fuck her into next week, Drix. What I care about is that you guys don’t have another lover’s quarrel over it.” I dropped my voice lower. “So here's the new rule. An addendum to Aviva’s rule, if you will. Do we all want her?”
Hendrick grinned and nodded, but Otto seemed more hesitant. Finally, he gave a short, sharp nod.
I sniffed. “She intrigues me too, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of her stretched out beneath me. So, this is how it’s going to be. It’s Aviva’s choice—”
“That goes without saying,” Otto interjected. Fuck, he knew I hated interruptions.
“And we aren’t in competition with each other. We are family, brothers. Well, maybe not you two, because that’s a fucking weird analogy when you fuck, but still. We are a unit, stronger together. As long as she’s only with us, it doesn't matter which one of us it is, does it?”
Otto shook his head, and Hendrick shrugged. “Not to me.”
“Her enthusiastic consent rule still applies too,” Otto said, his eyes boring holes in Hendrick’s head.
“Hey, I think we can all agree she was very enthusiastic in her willingness.” He winked, the fucking gloating asshole, and I resisted the urge to punch him.
Rolling my eyes, I looked at Otto. “Of course.” I hesitated. “And when this trip is over, we forget about her. Because a girl like that can only lead to heaven or complete and utter ruin, and I refuse to take that chance with you guys.”
Hendrick shrugged again, just happy to get his dick wet. He was having a good week, but I knew those wouldn’t be around forever. With Hendrick, you just had to wait for the inevitable fall back to earth.
My eyes moved to Otto. He was frowning at her sleeping form, her hair spread around her face like a chaotic cloud. He looked back at Hendrick, then nodded. Self-sacrificing bastard. Today, it worked in my favor though.
Good. We could fuck her, have fun with her, but eventually we’d have to forget her. Hell, maybe she’ll actually track down this mysterious book guy, though I doubted it. This was like a modern day wild goose chase. All pretty lies and tantalizing promises. I doubted this guy even existed. I really doubted he’d made it to Europe and was just waiting around in a bookstore for some depressed little Good Girl to come and find him.
However, I knew desperation when I saw it—a need to escape—so I was happy to humor her for now, and maybe get a taste along the way. She let out a little snore, and I held back a chuckle. I was Sampson fucking Rubio; I couldn’t afford to love anyone.
“She is cute though,” Hendrick said softly, and I couldn’t disagree. Cute and sweet.
I wanted to ruin her completely.
I slept for most of the flight, the attendant touching my shoulder lightly to tell me that they’d be serving breakfast soon and then preparing for descent. I stood, heading to the bathroom to change out of the pajamas and into fresh clothes.
I was stopped by the same attendant near the front of the plane. “Do you require any assistance, sir?” Yep, there was that purr again. Fuck, she definitely knew who I was.
It happened too often. Everyone wanted that fairytale, where the rich billionaire swept them off their feet and away from their mundane job, and made them a princess. I didn’t want to burst her bubble, but this wasn’t a fairytale.
Most rich people married other rich people. It was the only way you knew they were marrying you for you and not your money. But even then, you couldn't be sure.
