Page 47 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

Unless if I have to.

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Evie

The driver pulls the Bugatti to a stop on the drive of the most beautiful house I’ve ever seen in my life.

Given the fact that I live in an impressive home myself, and so does Cordelia, that's saying something.

We came through an impressive wrought iron gate after the driver put the code into the security panel, and that led us onto a grand circular driveway.

I spotted a few guards patrolling the grounds, pretty much like what I'm used to, but my breath was stolen away the moment I laid eyes on the house. We're in Oak Brook. I've never been here before but heard the houses around here were glorious.

Housemight be an understatement, though. So might be amansion. This is more an estate for what I can see of the extensive grounds.

I can’t believe two bachelors live here. The place looks more like a family home.

I guess this is where two gorgeous men with expensive taste live.

The driver—John, I just remembered his name—gets out and opens the door for me.

He’s going to be my driver for the rest of the month. He will pick me up from wherever I am and take me to where the guys need me.

He's a man who I'd peg to be the same age as Dad. He's just as tough-looking, too, and carries the kind of muscle most people who've served in the armed forces have. He looks like he could kill you if you cross him, but there’s a softness in his eyes when he looks at me that puts me at ease.

When I step out of the car, he smiles at me.

“This place is gorgeous,” I state.

"It's impressive." His shoulders ease, and he strides to the trunk to get my overnight bag.

When I see the bag, my heart pitter-patters with a series of palpitations, and a million tiny butterflies go off in my stomach.

I'm here, and I'm going to be staying over for two nights.

My whole body blushes at the thought of these two men who have christened me their Duchess, taking me—taking everything from me.

“Ready to go in?” John asks.

The question feels like more than just what he's asking me, and I wonder if he knows why I'm really here—that I'm here for sex.

Of course, he does. I think with a sinking feeling that I'm not going to be the first woman to come to this house, and I'm sure I won't be the first one he's driven here.

I’m just this month's girl.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good.”

As we climb the steps, I go over everything. First, the contract I practically signed in blood, which was extensive.

There were surprisingly a lot of things that were in a standard contract, but the things that stood out to me were the most striking.

Such as being on the pill, which I already am for my skin, and being the sole property of my buyers. Meaning I’m not allowed to be with anybody else for the time I’m with them.

Of course, I didn't plan to be, but I wondered how anybody would monitor such a thing.

There were a host of other clauses to do with the sexual aspects of keeping the unit pure so my buyers could basically fuck me without a condom and without consequences.

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