She stood watching me, and I thought that she’d be embarrassed at my purposefully shocking display, like the other maids, but she was far from it. I’d heard exactly what she said too; I wasn’t sure if she wanted me to hear, but I had. Either way, I knew what she said, and I felt proud at her words.

Her. The blonde-haired and blue-eyed beauty looked at me like one of the girls back in London. There, giggling beauties had flocked around me and my American accent like bees to nectar. If this one wanted to suck my cock too, then she could have done exactly that. Maybe if we’d been alone, I pondered.

She’d acted as if she was used to seeing a cock that big on any given Sunday. I knew she was impressed though, and she didn’t fucking try to hide it. If I hadn’t spent the night so shift-faced, and still drunk for most of the day, then I would have toyed with her. I’d have made out that I was ready to play and told the other maids to leave in a heartbeat. But I was fucking knackered, and I had too much work to do. Nothing got in the way of working.

Fucking.

Drinking.

Even the odd joint.

Nothing.

I should treat my body like a temple. I used to when I was going to be a professional rugby player, but Dad took away the idea of that ever being a reality. The career I hoped to have one day became a distant memory the moment I started to work for the hotel.

And after all that, Dad still treated me as if I’m the paid help, even though I gave up my career to take work at one of his hotels. He’d held my inheritance over my head, which I think was a lie. It was all going to go to Trent, wasn’t it?

All Dad does is compare me to my older half-brother, so when he summoned us to come back home I needed a party to get me in the mood. Usually, I partied and fucked, but I didn’t always drink as much as I did last night. Coming back home always had a habit of winding me up.

I always ended up feeling like a loser even though I knew the rest of the world didn’t see me that way. Self-doubt would enter in and I’d feel it like a fucking mosquito buzzing in my ear. No matter how many times I waved it out of the way like I did when I was bombarded by those little bastards when I went to visit Ghana. The fucking things bit my face, and I was lucky that I took my malaria tablets.

I hesitated as I stood by the door, wondering if I should ask her if she wanted to know what my cock would feel like in her pussy. I’d be happy to oblige. I bet her pussy was sweet.

Why did she look familiar, I wondered. Had I seen her before?

I was shit at names but good with faces.

I shook my head as I hovered at the door. I didn’t want to leave. Dad had summoned us to get together, all my siblings were going to be there, and no amount of partying had put me in the mood to deal with it. The maid wasn’t my type; her eyes were sea blue, and she had light blonde hair. The type that was too innocent, especially with her small frame, but she had perky tits. Those caught my eye the moment I saw her, and as I thought about going to the family home, I suddenly found myself licking my lips thinking about my tongue all over her erect nipples.

My phone buzzed, drawing my attention away from the blonde’s nipples.

“Sis!” I blurted as soon as I saw her name flash on my cell. I knew Emily was calling me to find out where I was and to make sure I was on my way.

“Mason, I’m just calling to tell you not to bother coming.” Emily sighed on the other side of the line.

I stood in confusion, wondering if today I was going to be playing with the staff, something that was against my code, but Dad was pissing me off before I’d even managed to see him. I would forget about all types of code if Dad continued to piss me off, and just go for the one thing that I was in dire need of right now, and that was sex. Last night I was too wound up by him summoning us here that I didn’t get any. I was so fucking horny that jerking off wouldn’t satisfy me right now.

“Did you hear me?”

I was standing by the elevator with my phone in my hand, wondering whether to make the journey or not, but I could tell Emily calling to tell me not to bother meant that she wanted me to come. Quickly, too. She was my sister and maybe the only woman I ever really talked to because there weren’t any other women in my life who acted as a friend or as if they even cared, only her.

“Emily. What’s happened?”

“Dad’s acting weird. He asked you all to come here, and now he doesn't want to see you.”

Shit, he’s up to his old tricks again.

“Mason, I’m worried that something’s wrong,” she whispered, and then I could hear her footsteps. Emily loves to wear heels and I often tease her about how she loves to make an entrance. I’m sure that’s the only reason she wears them; well that and the fact that she hates being so short.

“There’s always something wrong…”

She cut me off. “The thing is, Mason, it makes no sense. He asks all of you boys to be here and then the moment you are, he refuses to see you.”

“That’s because he’s so fucking dramatic. He’s always acting as if the moment he says ‘jump,’ we should all be asking ‘how high?’”

I shook my head at the thoughts that were running through my mind. My index finger hovered near the elevator button. I hesitated, wondering whether to get the one thing that I craved right now—a taste of that maid—or go and see my dad.

Emily was still on the line and was waiting for my answer. She decided to nudge me a bit with her next words.

“Seriously, I’m scared, Mason. He’s acting so… weird.”

Emily’s words rang through my head and made me do the one thing that I hated doing the most. The decent thing.

“Emily, I’m on my way. Don’t worry, everything’s going to be all right,” I lied as I pressed the elevator button and thought about the incredible maid I could be pursuing right now. Sense took over because I cared too much about Emily not to make sure she was okay.

I could imagine her smile as she said, “Thanks, Mason.”

“I’m getting in an elevator right now. We may lose signal. See you soon.”

I hung up, not giving her a chance to reply. If I did then I’d change my mind and it was something I couldn’t do. Whoever the blonde-haired, blue-eyed maid was, she’d have to wait. I had family duties to attend to, something I hated doing but knew it was the right thing to do.

As the elevator doors opened and I stepped inside, I took a deep breath to calm myself. I didn’t feel cool and collected. I felt fucking angry. That was something I had to keep under wraps. I was going to make Emily feel better; I had to put my true feelings in a box. I could lock my anger up and let it back out when I was alone.

I closed my eyes as I thought about the breathing exercises I used to do before a rugby game. I was back on the field, only this time it wasn’t in a sporting contest. It was a harder game, one where I was dealing with my dad which pretty much felt like the same fucking thing, but much worse. No matter what, whenever it came to him, I never felt like a winner.