IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR TROUBLE,
YOU CAME TO THE RIGHT PLACE.

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I have been avoiding Austin.

Austin Butler. Who was buried deep between my thighs not so long ago—

"Fuck... You feel, incredibly good, baby."

—doesn't come down to reception as often as he used to. I think he regrets it.

Of course he does. He was drunk, remember? Drunk Austin doesn't even know he's Austin Butler...

I shut my eyes tightly and breathe in-

"Good morning Ottie!" Holly walks in, red bottoms hitting the tile flooring like she's trying to start an earthquake. "Did you sleep well?"

Not really...

Things have been on my mind, and by things I mean—

(THAT NIGHT)

His thumbs are at my crevices. They dip into where I fold and come out slick and wet. Then he licks them as his eyes never leave me. He has me caught in a trap.

I've been frozen ever since he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his boxers. He told me he wanted to have me, and he's doing just that. Poignant grunts emerge from his throat every time his hips roll.

I struggle to hold my legs up, and Austin notices the way I'm cramped up on the table, so he squeezes the back of my thighs and lifts them even more.

Soon, my legs are thrown over his shoulders.

I'm laid back like a ragdoll. My bones are soft, and my muscles are a puddle of nothing now. Austin has me hypnotized. I forget where I am, or why I am who I am. Ottilie Crawford... What are you doing with Austin Butler?

Whimpering under his presence like a coward.

I don't get the time to question any further though, as Austin adjusts the tip of his cock right against my clit.

It throbs, and Austin groans. His throaty moans overpower my weak shivers. I shut my eyes and let it happen.

Like a wet slide, soft and squishy, his tip pushes past my folds, parting them to fit his girthy dick.

His fingernails cut my flesh with the pressure he puts on me, fully, yet slowly, pushing himself inside of me.

"Dear god..." He breathes heavily at the end, and waits for me to open my eyes. When I do, "Ottie," he shakes his head in awe, as if he's watching his favorite movie for the first time again, "you... are... alluring."

(TODAY)

As Holly turns her head to face her locker, her luscious blonde hair wafts against me, and I get the deep vanilla and cocoa butter essential. She looks gorgeous, like always. Her playful fingers open her locker to grap her work uniform, before she turns back to me with a waiting smile.

"Erm-" I shake my head, "yeah! I slept well. You? Is little Priscilla an absolute nightmare?"

My question is a joke, but Holly doesn't seem to get it.

She shakes her head, "No! Oliver and I are taking great care of her! We bought her these high quality diapers, and they really hug her bum for maximum comfort!"

She gestures the shape of a bum with her hands, as her high pitch shows how cute she finds it.

"Where's she now?" I stop by the door, while Holly starts to undress, and put her uniform on.

"Home with Ollie! They're coming in later today!"

I nod, "We have to find her fucking dad, because it's getting out of hand. We can't have the police getting involved-"

"Yeah I get it!" Holly cuts me off. A sort of somber frown across her face. "We're gonna find her dad, and give her to him. I get it..."

She tries to be sneaky, but I still see her eyes roll into the back of her head. I press my lips together. It makes me sad to see Holly this way, but it's better late than never. We'll find Priscilla's dad before Holly gets more attached.

I leave the changing room and make my way to the same place I stay every day. Behind the damn reception counter. This place isn't the same anymore. Wherever I look, I think of things I don't want to think of-

(THAT NIGHT)

Alluring...?

No one has ever called me that before. Then again, Austin Butler is no ordinary man.

All this pushing and pulling, this sweating, groaning and grunting, yet he's unaware of the fact that he's the alluring one. Or maybe he's just a great actor.

I can't tell.

Does he know how captivating he is?

His dick throbs inside of me, and a million volts worth of electric shock starts at my brain, and ends at my curling toes. He slides it back out, only to ram it in even deeper. Each pound hits harder than the last one.

His hands rise up to my knees, as his voice rises up to heaven. "Oh my fucking god!" A strand of his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead, and it bubbles my blood.

"Fuck..." He moans deeply, "You feel, incredibly good, baby."

(TODAY)

I shake my head. "Fuck." And sigh. I guess it's my time to take painkillers. My head aches like my skull's being crushed with a sledge hammer. And the hammer is held by none other than Austin Butler.

One pill sits in my hand, I throw it into my mouth and gulp down on water before letting out a long sigh.

"Migraine?"

I lift my head at the familiar voice, and shake my head when I see him. Hugo leans against the counter.

"Just a headache." I say and put the box of pills away. "What're you doing here?"

He licks his lips and clears his throat, "I was just gonna- uhm, I just wanted to ask if- ermmm,"

"You need money." I knowingly arch a brow, and reach for my bag before he can nod. "How much?"

Hugo scratches the back of his neck, showing his perfect teeth with a shy smile. "A couple hundred..."

My fingers count the bills, and hand him 500$.

His smile grows wider, "Thanks! Imma pay you back when I can."

"Which is?" I ask, though I don't care about the money. I care about my brother, and his future.

Hugo clears his throat again, but this time it sounds more embarrassed than anything else. He scrunches the bills and props them into the pocket of his ripped jeans. "I don't know... There's this one client-"

"Hugo..."

"I know, I know!" He lifts his hands in defense. My lips press together as a form of disappointment. "Look, this is the last time, I'm gonna find a real job. Promise."

I shake my head, but I feel bad. "Hugo, I hope you're just selling it, and not using it yourself, because if you are-"

He stops my fist mid-smacking-his-shoulder.

"I'm not!" With a protesting tone, "I swear I'm not! That was back then! I don't do drugs anymore!"

"I hope so." I say and wait for him to let go of my fist. "Why do you need the money anyways, where you going?"

The same cheeky smile finds his face again, "I have a date."

Immediately, my eyes widen. "A date?!"

Hugo nods franctically and leans in closer, "She's so fucking cool, and hot, and awesome! I mean, she's Russian so, of course she's hot. But yeah, I'll tell you about her later!" He says and lightly taps my hand.

My eyes stay wide, and my jaw mops the floor. Wow. I haven't seen Hugo talk about a woman like that in a long time.

"Russian?" I ask as I watch Hugo leave Andromeda.

-

"Maybe we should just adopt her—"

5 pm, I walk into the employee's room and find Holly and Oliver somberly playing with little Priscilla.

The room falls quiet almost immediately and their heads turn to me. I stand with my fingers around the doorknob. "What did you just say?"

Oliver shivers under my pointing finger. He leans back and bunches his knees up, hugging them, "I was just—"

"We found someone else that could be Priscilla's dad, but we're not sure." Holly chimes in, "And to be fair, we don't really care anymore, Ottie."

I see her eyes watering.

"I can't let go of her now, I even bought her a new pacifier." She holds Priscilla on her knees and turns her to me to show the pink pacifier secured between her tiny lips.

A sigh leaves my mouth.

I don't know what to say, or do, so I nod softly and close the door behind me. My hands find my neck, and my nerves jitter. There's something so ominous, so awkward about the air around us.

Silently, as if I'm a mother of two bitter kids, I take a seat in the only chair in this room. Suddenly the lack of chairs, and Holly and Oliver sitting on the floor with Priscilla makes everything harder for me.

I gulp down the ball of saliva stuck in my throat.

"Look," unsure of how I should continue, I breathe out and try my best, with my palms on my knees, "I get that you two are already attached to her."

My eyes land on little Priscilla waving her little hands at me. Her gums show from either side of her pacifier, and she makes little cute noises to get my attention.

I smile at her, and she smiles back. Though her smile lasts, and mine doesn't. I turn back to the lovebirds with my lips pressed into a tight line. "But you can't— we can't just... not give her to her dad. That's not why she's here. Her mother left her, so the least we could do is give her a future where she'll have a dad."

Whatever it was around us, the air, or aura, it thickens.

Tense.

"Fine." I hear Holly whisper after a while. She brings her arms around Priscilla, trapping her in a dismal hug, which Oliver also joins. They look like a happy little nuclear family. "Two-two-four."

I hum in questioning.

"Two-two-four." Holly repeats. "We think he might be Priscilla's dad."

I'm very aware of every room on that floor, mainly because of one particular room belonging to a certain rich asshole.

"Isn't that room empty?"

Holly shakes her head, "You were on break, a guy came in." She holds Priscilla's little hands, playing with her, while describing the new guy at 224.

"He was pretty hot."

"Baby!" Oliver chimes in and squeezes Holly's shoulders, with a frown, "You think he was hot?"

"What, like it's a lie?" Holly shrugs, but holds Oliver's chin when she sees him frown, "Babe, no one will ever be as hot as you." She leans in to kiss him.

The lovebirds kiss and pucker their lips cutely, as I'm contemplating whether to go up to 224.

Do I want to be near 225?

According to Holly, the new guy at 224 gives off major dilf energy.

—

*Ding!*

I'm here, but I feel like I left my soul at reception.

Everytime I'm on this floor, I get... I get a sense that I'm not wanted here. The fires leading to 225 are too fierce, too hot, like the pits of hell. Maybe I am dead.

Maybe Austin did already kill me.

The new guy takes his sweet time to open the door, while I'm admiring some familiar numbers.

Really, 225, how will I ever forget those?

When I here footsteps, I turn to 224 in an instant, fixing my tie, preparing to ask him if everything's to his liking—

"Look who it is!"

The door opens,

and I recognize the face in an instant.

...

Julian?

The major dilf Holly was talking about... is Julian?

His elbow perches against the doorframe, and his wet, freshly showered hair sticks to his forehead, the same way his white shirt sticks to his abs.

He pierces through my soul with his dark green eyes, "I was starting to worry you don't work here."

His smirk grows wider, into a more cheeky, and pompous one.

My face drops. All I can do is look down at my shoes, and snap my eyebrows together.

"Why are you here?"

Though I asked softly, in a nervous whisper, Julian hears and leans in with his hand on my shoulder.

"I came to see you."

My eyebrows draw together, and my eyes snap to his. "Why? And— How did you even find out I work here?!"

Julian chuckles, and his voice reminds me of Austin's... How are they so similar, yet such enemies?

"Because," the corner of his mouth rises, "you intrigue me."

Silence takes over the corridor.

I don't have a word to speak, only utter confusion. I want to ask why, but don't. I keep shut instead.

From the distance, *cough* footsteps emerge.

"Ottie." Austin approaches Julian and I by 224, his arms crossed in front of his broad chest. "Something wrong?"

He side-eyes Julian by an inch and turns back to me with a clenched jaw. Seconds pass, but not briefly, they feel like centuries.

Julian speaks, "Nothing's wro—"

"I'm not talking to you!" Austin cuts him off with a poignant sort of growl, then snaps back to me, angrier than before. "I'm talking to Ottie. So?" Each step he takes towards me, I reject by taking one back. "Is. Something. Wrong?"

I shake my head, "Everything's fine."

But the tension's wrong. It kills me, though not in the ways it does all the time. This one's different.

It's slower...

"Good." He nods, and leans down until his lips are by the shell of my ear to whisper; "That's what I like to hear." Before leaving.

Julian and I watch the elevator doors close.

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➥ IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

Austin calls Ottie to his room,
and the topic of their argument is Julian.

Julian becomes the topic twice,
as Holly and Oliver grow suspicious.

Ottie remembers to show Holly and Oliver
the pearl charmed necklace she found
inside little Priscilla's maxi cosi.

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