“Well, I guess that’s a risk I’ll just have to take,” Leilani says, hoping to make him jealous. “Of course, I could always ask the man to wear a condom too, but I think I might risk it. If I survive, I’ll let you know—when you don’t have to wear the condom either.”
Waylen pushes his body against Leilani, slamming her into the sink again. Her arm bumps against the soap dish, and it falls to the floor with a loud clatter. For a minute, she’s afraid he wants to f.u.c.k her again. He nips her neck and then brushes his lips against her ear.
“Don’t you dare risk your life for something like that,” Waylen says. “Especially not with Andrew. I swear, if he dares to f.u.c.k you, I’ll kill him.”
Leilani bites her lip and stands still. Eventually, Waylen releases his hold on her. He stomps out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. She climbs into the chipped bathtub and turns the water on. She adjusts the dial, making it as hot as it can go and scrubs her skin until it hurts.
She slowly steps out of the bathtub and wraps a towel around herself. Her entire body aches from the rough lovemaking. She pushes the bathroom door open and sees three female servants in her room. Two of them are digging through her wardrobe, and the third is taking pictures of the different outfits.
“What are you doing here?” Leilani asks. “This is my bedroom. You can’t be in here without my permission.” She points at the door and snaps her fingers, “Get out! Now!”
“Miss Summers asked us to take photos of your s.e.xy new clothes,” one of the servants says. “She was really interested in them.”
“I had no idea Leonie was so into things like that,” Leilani says, crossing the room. She bends over the bed and picks up a gold bikini top and matching the short skirt. “Please give this to Leonie as a gift from me. I think it’s exactly her size and style.”
The servants laugh loudly and roll their eyes. Suddenly one of them grabs Leilani’s arms and pin them down to her sides. Another snatches the gold outfit and slowly looks at Leilani. The woman smirks when she sees that Leilani is covered in hickeys.
“Miss Summers isn’t like you—she’s not a s.l.u.t,” the servant says. “Honestly, you’re so shameless, Leilani. Even though you’re pregnant, you’re still sleeping around. Look at you, and you look like you had at least three different men yesterday. I know a lot of bodyguards have rooms near here—were they able to satisfy you?”
Leilani glares at the servant. She’s short and thin with bleached blonde hair and sickly looking skin. Leilani vaguely recognizes her as one of Leonie’s personal servants. The servant stares back boldly.
“I think you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to,” Leilani says cooly.
The servant raises her chin and says, “I think you’ve forgotten who you are. You’re not Mrs. Bamford anymore. You’re just Waylen’s whore now. You’re even lower than us—at least we do honest, respectable work for a living.”
“Because kissing Leonie’s ass is so respectable,” Leilani snaps. “I know she sent you here for a reason, so just tell me what she wants. I want to move on with my day.”
“Miss Summers wants you to have a little fashion show,” the servant says.
Slowly the three servants close in around Leilani. Each woman holds several outfits in her arms, and Leilani quickly realizes they’re the skimpiest and most revealing. She protectively holds the towel around herself. One of the servants laughs and tugs the towel away, leaving Leilani n.a.k.e.d in the middle of the room.
“How dare you,” she screams.
“We’re acting on Miss Summers’ direct orders,” the servant says. “If you won’t put the clothes on willingly, we’ll do it ourselves. If you try to fight us, it won’t end well for you.”
Leilani tries to pull a blanket off the bed, but one of the servants is faster. Instead, Leilani puts one arm over her b.r.e.a.s.ts and holds another in front of her crotch. The women roll their eyes and laugh.
“It’s strange to see a s.l.u.t act so shy about her body,” the blonde servant says. “What are you trying to hide? We have all the same parts as you.”
“Maybe she’s afraid a bodyguard will come in and see,” says a brunette servant.
The blonde servant laughs and says, “I doubt that. I’m sure she’d love all of the bodyguards to come in and see.”
Leilani feels her face flush with anger, and she curls her fingers into a fist. Before she can throw a single punch, the women pounce. The brunette servant forces the gold top over her head, and the blonde slides the skirt up Leilani”s legs.
“Let me go,” Leilani screams. “I can finish dressing.”
“Don’t lie to us,” the blonde says. “I have to take pictures of you in the outfits. If you try to pull any tricks, we’ll use any force we need.”
“I’m not trying to trick you,” Leilani says. “Besides, I can’t defend myself against all three of you.”
“Fine, let her go, ladies,” the blonde says. She snaps her fingers at the brunette and says, “And you, go stand by the door and guard it.”
Leilani grabs the rest of the outfit and walks toward the bathroom. Her cheeks feel hot with humiliation, and she can feel the servant’s eyes on her n.a.k.e.d body. The blonde quickly steps in front of the bathroom door, pushing her flat palm into Leilani’s chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” the servant asks.
“I have to use the toilet,” Leilani says. “I’ll put the costume on when I’m done, I swear.”
The servant smiles cruelly and says, “I’m afraid that’s not allowed.”
“That’s sick,” Leilani says. “I’m a pregnant woman, and I can’t hold it. Do you want me to pee on the carpet? That’s disgusting. Besides, Waylen will be furious if he finds out you’ve treated me this way.”
“Do you think Mr. Bamford will really come to visit you?” the blonde asks. “Please, he’s disgusted by you. Besides, you don’t want him to come here and see you covered in all those shameful hickeys.”
“I know he’ll come to visit me,” Leilani says. “And if you’re so worried about my hickeys, you can ask him where I got them. He knows how I got each and everyone.”
Just talking about the hickeys makes Leilani feel nauseous, but she wants to take the servant down a peg. The woman’s arrogance and cruelty upset her. The servant grist her teeth but doesn’t say anything. Instead, she grabs the phone from the nightstand and dials a number.
Leilani takes advantage of the servants’ distraction to grab a cellphone. She punches Waylen’s number into the screen and hits the dial. The brunette servant rushes over and tries to grab the phone from Leilani. She fumbles with it and tries to hang up, but her fingers are thick, and she accidentally puts it on speaker mode.
“Hello, is that you, Leilani?” Leonie’s voice asks. “Waylen is in the shower right now. Shall I fetch him for you?”
Leilani checks the number on the screen, wondering if she accidentally misdialed, but it’s the right number. Why is Leonie answering Waylen’s phone? She wonders. And why is Waylen in the shower—have they been making love? The very thought makes her feel sick to her stomach.
“Leilani, are you still there?” Leonie asks. “Do you want to talk to Waylen? Maybe I can send a message to you.”
“Why do you have a phone?” Leilani asks.
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