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usetheeauthor · 1 month ago

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Kinkmas Day 3: Love Faces + Babytrapping + Bathroom Sex

Older!Realtor!Edward Lemuel/Guy Moratz x Bimbo!Influencer!Reader

Warnings: age gap (ed: early 50s, reader: mid 20s), delulu!edward but also he’s completely right, yandere!edward, oral (m receiving), ball worship, curvy/chubby!reader, mentions of insecurities, babytrapping, grower not show-er!edward, praise kink, little bit of humiliation kink, breeding kink, sloppy/rough kissing, unprotected p in v, creampie, scratching & biting, desperate sex, switch!couple

Summary: Banging your realtor in your new home sounds like a nice way to celebrate a close.

Gif credit: @/thelovewittch

a/n: writing for him cause I can’t get him out of my head so why the fuck not. Had the older him in mind and ran with it. Some inspo from the movie ‘The Substance’ in this because it felt very similar some of the messages they had.

YOUR knee brushed against his. Could it have been intentional? Could you even do something so scandalous in the vicinity of your parents? And you’re sitting super close. There’s so much room on this piano bench and yet you sat this close to him. God, he could smell your vanilla-scented perfume, wishing he could lathe his tongue across your delicate throat to see if he could taste it, too. He could feel the heat radiating from you and when it makes contact with his skin, he imagines for a moment that he could live in it. He hears the sweet gasp that escapes your lips when you run your fingers along the ivory keys.

YOU’RE a music enthusiast, it seems.

Edward was only showing off the piano display included with the home. He sat at its bench and playfully fooled around on the instrument when you decided to sit beside him and play truthfully. Beautifully.

Every now and then, you’d reach for a key over on his side and he’d force himself not to shudder when the action forced your bodies even closer.

He’s got to remain professional. His clients wouldn’t appreciate their realtor popping a boner over their sweet daughter but he’s hopelessly infatuated with you.

Just today—only 15 minutes into the tour where he’d first laid his eyes on you, Edward believes he’s found his soulmate in you. It’s love at first sight. You must feel it, too!

When he’d greeted you…you smiled and greeted him back! You laughed at his little jokes throughout the tour. And now you’re here beside him, making indiscreet attempts at being close while your parents examine the bedrooms upstairs.

“You played wonderfully?” He says with a goofy lovestruck smile.

“You liar,” You giggle. “That was so awful. If my piano teacher would have heard me play just now, he’d place one of those ice cream cone hats teachers used to make bad kids wear in the black and white days. I think it was called a dense hat?”

“A dunce hat.” He corrects.

“That’s the one,” You nod, pointing an acrylic-donned nail at him. “You’re so smart, Mr. Guy.”

“M-my first name is actually Guy.”

“So your name is Mr. Guy Guy?” You ask, blinking perplexedly.

“Guy Moratz.” Edward answers, trying to contain his excitement.

YOU just asked for his name! You half-remembered his name! If this isn’t your attempt to get to know him then he doesn’t what is?

“There’s a pool in this house, right, Mr. Guy?” You ask, glossing over his correction.

“Yes, an indoor pool.”

“Sweet,” You smile before pulling out your cell phone. “Think you could take some photos of me around the place.”

“Of course. Anything for you, my darling…client.” Edward answers awkwardly, attempting to stand on his feet but you sink your sharp nails into his biceps a little, pulling him back down on the bench. His dick jumps a little in trousers at this.

“Can I get one quick selfie with you?” You plead with the added pout and puppy dog eyes. You look so gosh darn pretty. “I want my instagram followers to see me with my new realtor. They’re coming along with me on my housing journey so I’m documenting anything I can. I’m practically the most mature influencer of my friend circle. They’re all still living together as roommates but I think I’m ready to be an adult. Just between you and I, though, let’s pretend I was the one who’d found you and not my parents.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” Edward says and just as he finishes his sentence, you snap a quick photo of the two of you. You show him the picture and he frowns for a moment. He wasn’t ready and the photo didn’t capture his good side. What if you stare at that photo long enough and think he’s not as handsome as you’d believe? Or worse you show this photo to your girlfriends and they’d tell you how unattractive he is.

“You don’t like it?” You ask in a soft, whimper.

“It’s…okay. I was just in the middle of speaking so my mouth looks a little wide in that photo which made my head shape look weird and…”

“I could retake it. No biggie. But I’d like to keep this photo anyway. If you’d let me, pretty please.” You beg.

“Why?”

You lean in, whispering, “Because I want…to compare my best photos and I think I look hot as fuck in this one,” Standing on your feet, you yank down your tight pink dress that rode up your thick thighs before strutting to the nearest hallway. Edward. “Come on, take me to that indoor pool you’ve been raving about. I don’t want my parents catching up to us in case my besties want to facetime. I’ll see if I can crop you out of that photo later, if you’d like. Or I can even edit it to make it look better so that way we won’t have to keep retaking it. I, also, hate it whenever a friend keeps a bad photo of me just to use it against me or something.“

Edward fawns over you. You’re so considerate! To be kind enough to edit a photo for your realtor?! You’d probably do such a kind act for him no matter what he looked like. For that reason, his heart further warms up to you. You’re different. You’re not like Ingrid or the other women. You care about his feelings, you saw through him for the better. Just as a soulmate would do.

“Here is your stunning indoor pool room for your comfort, privacy, and all year-round enjoyment. This luxurious space boasts—”

“Can you take a photo of me here by the pool?” You question, already having dipped your feet into the cool water.

“Yes.” He takes a step forward looking for a position that would best capture the light in your eyes. Every angle is perfect. Oh, to have been born with such beauty. There’s no doubt your children together would be gorgeous.

Edward settles near the pool’s edge, standing in front of you as he snaps a quick photo. You stand giddily on your feet, singing him praises of his methods. “Are you some kind of a professional photographer?”

“Nope but I do a little acting on the side.” He laughs but once again his smile becomes a deep frown. Just in the background of the photo is his face upon the water’s surface, the waviness of the ripples causing its reflected image to distort. It’s…ugly.

“You think you can crop that part out, too, dear?” He inquires.

“What part?” You ask, squinting. He points at the small face in the background, it’s so small in comparison to the rest of the image that his thick index finger practically buried it. “Geez, you’re quite the stickler. But I can do that for you.”

“Thank you,” He exhales. “You look amazing in this photo of course. So you don’t have to delete the photo.”

“Mhm.” You say, side-eyeing him a little.

Edward lets out a nervous laugh, hoping to relieve any awkward tension. “Shall we go to the home theater?”

“Actually let’s see a bathroom, preferably ones with nice large mirrors. I need to take a pic of my outfit of the day.” You suggest.

“As you wish.” He laughs, feeling his confidence mask slipping. From the way you grimace at him, you can surely tell he’s crumbling. Could it be that you could sense his old self shining through? That you can see that he’s just a husk of a man still even after all these years. There has to be someone he could convince that he’s made for you. Just one more good picture to show you that he’s as perfect as you.

You’re led to a guest bathroom with gold accents and pearly white floor and wall tiles. There’s two large vanity mirrors—in fact, every surface of this bathroom is reflective. Edward is hesitant to enter, watching you take your photos from just outside the door.

You shoot him an uncomfortable glance, placing your phone on the counter. “Are you just going to stand there like an old creep?”

Old.

He is old, isn’t he? Fading in youth and beauty while you’re currently in the thick of it. And all he can do is ogle you like a pervert in your presence, yearning for you to see him in a better light.

“I’m asking you to come in here, dude,” You laugh, taking his hands to drag him inside. “You owe me a selfie.”

“In here? Wouldn’t that be a little strange?”

“Not for the kinds I wanna take. Here is the best place,” You whisper in his ear, sending a chill down his spine. You’re so, so close. He can hardly breathe. “The lighting’s better in here anyway. Ya know, so we can best capture your features.”

You stared up at him with those curious wide eyes, studying him up close. He couldn’t possibly look appealing from this angle. He still has the faded scars of the surgery just under his chin. You shouldn’t have to see him this way. So imperfect.

“Great idea.”

“Awesome! So, we’re gonna take this quick photo op and then we’ll go back to consult with my parents on how I feel about all this place, yeah? Do you have any pointers for how you want to take this photo?”

“No flash photography,” He says with a half-heartedly cocky wink. “The exposure might over wash my face with light, making it look all blotchy and sharp. And keep it at a distance just about my waist so it’s not too close but not too far either.”

He’s just so funny and kind of pathetic to you that you can’t help but find it endearing. “Wow, you know your angles, that’s for sure. Must’ve had a lot of practice. Are you sure weren’t a photographer in another life?”

“Just gotta keep up appearances,” He laughs. “It’s what pays the bills.”

“So is it always so prim and proper with you? Can’t it be a little…raw? Sometimes things should be candid; in the moment. Perfect can be a little boring sometimes. “You turn for a moment to lock the door behind you then your hands are on his belt and your knees are on the floor. “I can show you the best way to take photos. Try this method once and you’ll always feel beautiful no matter what.”

Edward isn’t sure what to do, mouth dry. All he can do is let out a strangled gasp and whine. You’ve barely touched him yet and he’s already a mess.

Torturously slow, you forcefully untuck his shirt from his pants and begin to unbuckle his belt, rubbing your face up and down along the trouser’s fabric as you do so. Your eyes never leave his, wanting him to see your desire in them. Yanking down his underwear along with his pants, his semi-hardened cock is free of its confines. You pinch it between two acrylic fingers, holding it the way you would a little worm.

“Aww, how adorable.” You giggle, releasing his cock so it fell over his balls. You lap your tongue over the length of it before pulling away with a stick line of saliva connecting you two. He whimpers quietly, trying to hold back his facial expressions. Even in the throes of passion, he stresses his appearance.

You cup his large balls in your hand, bringing them to your lips to place a red lipstick stained kiss on each scrotum. “Now these are huge. So good for breeding your woman. I bet you’ve got so much cum in them just begging to impregnate.”

“Fuck…please.” Edward whines, white knuckling the marble sink behind him.

You take the uncircumcised tip into your mouth sucking on it lightly and his eyes roll back, lips parting in complete bliss. It’s been so long since he’s felt the warmth of an eager mouth around his cock.

“It turns me on seeing the way your face changes,” You sigh before lowering your mouth down his length once more. He swells at your praise, growing larger in size down your throat. You gag, pulling away as spit dribbles down your chin. “Ooo, a grower. You’re full of surprises, Mr. Guy.”

You suckle on his leaking tip, kneading his balls to milk him for all his worth. Edward’s facial expressions are beyond reserved by this point, allowing himself to enjoy your worship of him.

“I love you.” He rasps, mainly to himself but you hear his breathy words nonetheless.

You moan against him, cranking up your motions on his shaft. It shouldn’t turn you on this much that this stranger just told you he loved you. It was so pathetic and sickeningly desperate and that’s what made it all the more hot.

You dig your nails into the back of his thighs, taking his cock deeper until your nose brushes against his fuzzy pubic hair.

Edward suddenly gets the twisted plan to assure you as his for good. The thought of finishing inside you plagues his mind enough that he forces your mouth off him, yanking you to your feet, to bend you over the sink. He’s going to put a baby in you. You’ll be his forever then.

“I need to be inside you. I have to.” He whimpers, yanking your panties down your legs.

“I wanna look at you. Can I please?”

He answers you with a passionate kiss, turning you over so that he can wrap his arms around your rubenesque form to seat you on the cold marble.

Your kisses are sloppy and messy, neither of you able to remain controlled enough not to knock teeth or bite lips. Edward spreads your legs for him, sliding you down the counter just enough to close the gap between your bodies.

You remove his glasses that fogged within your heated entanglement. With one hand held his jaw in place, keeping him from hiding his face. The other went down between your bodies, guiding him inside you. You both let out groans at the euphoric feeling.

He starts out at a heavy pace, slamming himself hard and deep inside you. You barely have time to adjust, forced to take him the punishing pounding. Though, your eyes threaten to flutter close from the bliss, you keep your eyes locked on him watching his every facial expression.

“Look at yourself, baby,” You mewl. “You look so fucking good when you don’t care how you look. God, those pretty faces you’re making are gonna make me come so hard.”

He glances at himself in the mirror. His unkempt appearance startled him for a moment but then your nails rake down his back, stab into his buttocks forcing him deeper inside you and he’s soon abandoning any care. You begin to suck along his jawline, meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hands excitedly explore whatever they can touch: cupping your ass, squeezing your breasts, clawing his nails along your thick thighs, or holding you tight against him.

The sounds of your tryst are sheer filth as his grunts clash in time with your moans. Neither of you do anything to minimize your volumes, disregarding that your parents could be just outside the door hearing this.

You control him by his hair forcing him to look at you while his face contorted in pleasure. His lips are now swollen from the rough kisses, his hair and clothes are disheveled, and he’s far gone from bliss. He’s absolutely perfect for you like this.

“It’s… so wet,” He whispers hotly in your ear, considering it your only warning you’ll get before he shoots up his hot liquid inside you. He expects some resistance; for you to push him away. Instead, you draw him close, touching the tip of your panting tongue to his as you wrap your legs around him. You refuse to let go. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Cum in me. Please, baby, please. I’m not on birth control. Need you to breed me. Wanna be owned by you.” You cry, clamping your teeth on his bottom lip in time with your clenching walls.

Once again, you both let out guttural groans in unison as you reach your explosive peaks. You sob, real hot tears streaming down your face as you finally received what you’ve been craving.

His euphoric expression singes into the back of his mind forever a memory. He’d never let loose this wildly with any woman. The two of you tremble against one another from the intense aftershock of your combined orgasms. Edward plunges himself into your wet heat repeatedly, filling the air with sticky clicking noises made by your combined fluids. Satisfied you’ve received every drop, he finally stills.

“I’ll think about closing on this house. On the condition that we christen every room in this place. My hope is that I can pull the most unholy faces out of you once I ride you like a horse,” You trace your finger along the salt and pepper stubbles on his chin. “Promise me you won’t hold back your faces next time, pretty boy. I meant it when I said you owe me another photo.”

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jtargaryen18 · 1 month ago

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The House of Shadowed Roses ~ Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Words: 3k

Pairing: Edward (Loosely based off a “A Different Man”) x Live-in Companion Reader M/F

You're a vet-med student taking a gap year to work in a local animal hospital. When the very old apartment building you've been living in is condemned, you have to find another place to live fast. You find a beautiful mansion where the owner, a man with an unfortunate disfiguring condition, says you can live if you agree to run errands for him on occasion. There's a hot handyman who also lives there who doesn't seem to like you, but Edward couldn't be nicer. It's just too good to be true.

What's the old saying? If it's too good to be true, it usually is...

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site.

"White demon, where's your selfish kiss? White demon sorrow will arrange Let's not forget about the fear Black invitation to this place that cannot change While strangely holy, come for a rain Darling" - A White Demon Love Song, The Killers

As you suspected, Edward's home was a sight by the light of day. The stunning white mansion, its pristine walls glowing softly in the sunlight, stood proudly in the center of a sprawling, perfectly manicured lawn. The lush green grass was so uniform and so well maintained that it looked almost like velvet. Surrounding the house were elegant flower beds, bursting with color - roses, hydrangeas, and tulips arranged in perfect harmony, a vibrant contrast to the mansion's crisp white facade.

Strategically placed among the winding stone pathways were intricately shaped topiaries, each sculpted in artful designs, some shaped like spiraling towers, others like playful animals. The scent of fresh blooms fills the air while the towering oak trees at the edge of the property provided a sense of quiet privacy. Looking around, you didn't see any other homes, even off in the distance.

Your heart swelled with hope in your chest as you took in the combination of white mansion, colorful flower beds, and perfectly-formed topiaries that evoked a sense of elegance and timeless beauty. This was your home now and it was a massive upgrade from the sad, now condemned building you just moved out of it. Edward's home, honestly, looked like paradise.

"Can I help you?"

The sound of that deep voice had you turning to find a tall, handsome man with a strong, muscular build that hinted at years of hands-on work. His short sandy hair was slightly tousled, perfectly complementing the well-groomed beard that added a rugged charm to his appearance. What truly stood out to you where his striking blue eyes, the kind that caught the light and held depths of both intensity and warmth. They reminded you of a clear sky on an autumn day. His fitted gray T-shirt clung to his muscular chest and arms, his worn jeans and work boots had a couple of greasy smudges. The toolbelt slung low on his hips completed the look, made you realize that he was a worker here. The man stood there eyeing you too, carrying the confidence of a man who was good at what he did.

Edward hadn't mentioned anyone else.

"Hi there," you said, giving him your name. You held out a hand but he just crossed his muscular arms across the wide expanse of his chest. Awkwardly, you pulled your hand back. Apparently, Edward hadn't mentioned you to him either.

"Can I help you?" he repeated.

"I'm the new tenant," you explained. "I met with Edward about the rooms this week and we agreed I'd move in this weekend."

He rolled his eyes. "Of course he did." You thought he muttered "fuck" beneath his breath.

You weren't sure what this was about. Maybe it didn't even have anything to do with you personally. But his low-key animosity threw cold water on your excitement about moving into your new home.

"I don't expect you to help," you said, in case that made any difference. "He said I didn't need to call and I could move in this weekend... I don't mean to be a bother."

Still looking put out, he marched off in the direction of the house. No welcome. No 'please, let me show you around.' Nothing.

What were you supposed to do? Call Edward to let him know you were there? You didn't know who the handsome bastard that walked away was - he did have a nice ass. But was he about to mess up your arrangement here? If this fell through, you had nowhere else to go.

You stood by your SUV like an idiot in the long elegant drive in front of the house. Did you start moving stuff in? Should you drive back to your current apartment - you only had two days left there - and try to call Edward, speak to him about it.

The man you'd just talked to slammed his way through the front door of the mansion. You'd seen no sign of Edward. Nerves were starting to get the best of you. You were just about to climb back into your car when the front door opened and Edward stepped out onto his front porch, calling your name. Hoping this meant good news, you walked around your vehicle to join him on the porch. His condition made it hard to read his expressions, but you were hoping he'd come out to clear things up.

"Are you ready to move in?" Edward asked. It sounded like he was smiling.

Edward was taller than you remembered, his broad shoulders nearly as wide as the doorway behind him. His long-sleeved T-shirt was pushed up to his elbows, showing off muscular forearms and hinting at strength and power. Another look revealed his entire frame was athletic. Why did that surprise you? Yes, his face drew most of the attention - a face covered in countless small, bulbous tumors that greatly distorted his features. They clustered around his cheeks, chin, and forehead, creating uneven ridges that made it impossible to even guess what his face might look like without the disease.

In the light of day, you realized his left eye was only partially hidden by the overgrowth of skin at his brow. His right eye was striking, a deep, dark blue.The rest of him was untouched by the condition, his thick neck, powerful chest, and heavily-muscled arms gave him an almost unsettling duality.

"Yes," you said, smiling awkwardly. "I met uh..."

"You met Frank Adler," Edward explained. "He helps me around the house, with the cars. He's been my handyman for a couple of years."

Trying to be polite, you nodded but didn't say anything.

"Normally, he's even charming," Edward went on. "Not sure what got into him today." Turning back to the house he asked, "Would you like to see your rooms?"

That's better.

"Yes, please," you said, smiling at your new landlord.

Edward paused, his gaze locked with yours, his holding so much intensity. You weren't sure what the moment meant to him, but you felt like it was significant.

Leading you into the house, your host paused in the foyer, seeming to enjoy the way you stared with wonder at the opulence that surrounded you. You'd seen homes like this on TV but never in real life. The air was rich with the scent of polished wood and aged books, hinting at the decades of history nestled within its walls. There were beautiful flower arrangements everywhere. There were freshly-cut roses in all shades from snowy white to deep blood red. There were other potted plants strategically placed that added life to the dwelling, as if they proved the mansion was a living, breathing entity.

Edward took you from the foyer to a beautiful spiraling staircase that was just beyond it. The wooden stairs gleamed in the sunlight from the high window of the first landing. At the next floor, he turned to the left and stopped in front of a beautiful, heavy oak door.

As Edward opened the door, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. "These are your rooms," he said, his voice deep and resonant.

Your new home was done up in varying shades of cornflower blue and elegant, dark wood. Sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows casting a warm glow over the plush velvet sofa and intricately carved tables around it. You couldn't help but admire the paintings that adorned the walls, each magnificent landscape views with colorful gardens in frames guilded with gold, catching the light in mesmerizing ways. Edward gestured towards the fireplace dominating one corner of the room.

"Nothing like a crackling fire on a chilly night," he said. "It's in good working order and Frank will make sure you always have firewood."

"That's wonderful," was all you could say as you looked around in amazement.

If you thought the living room was something, you weren't even prepared for the bathroom. The clawfoot bathtub was the first thing you noticed, it's gleaming porcelain looked so inviting. In your work as a vet tech, you were often on your feet for hours. How good would it feel to relax in a bath some days, with your favorite scented bath salts and an audiobook playing while you relaxed? Yes, there was a shower unit attached along with a privacy curtain all around it. The best of modernity and old-world charm. The marble countertops shined under the soft lights from the crystal light fixture above.

Finally, he showed you the bedroom, saving the best room for last. It was a sanctuary in royal blue and old gold with a four-poster bed draped in luxurious silk curtains , billowing gently in the breeze from the tall windows on either side. Sunlight filtered through sheer lace curtains, casting patterns on the polished wooden floor. The furniture was beautiful dark wood, a bedside table, a huge wardrobe, and a vanity with heart-shaped mirror and a bench seat that an embroidered cushion top.

"What do you think?" Edward asked as you glanced around.

That it's too good to be true.

You'd be living here with Edward and in exchange, you'd be running errands for him? It didn't seem real.

"Your home is so beautiful," you said in amazement. "And these rooms? I've never seen anything like this in real life."

Edward took a deep breath at your praise. It was obvious he was proud of his home and he should be. Yet, he was studying you hard.

"I feel like there's a 'yes, but' answer coming," he said after a moment, wariness in his right eye.

Truth was best, especially since he'd be your landlord.

"It's just... Are you sure I can't give you something for rent?" you pleaded. "My running errands for you in exchange for living here?"

It was just you... you couldn't read his face. And he didn't have an answer for that. The last thing you wanted to do was insult the poor man. Maybe he was just lonely and looking for companionship? Making someone an offer they can't easily refuse in the way of such a lavish living space didn't hurt. And you needed a place to live.

As the uncomfortable silence stretched out, you knew you had to end it. Be grateful.

"Thank you so much," you told him, smiling. You meant it. "I love these rooms. I'm very grateful I'll be living here with you."

You sensed that answer pleased him. Edwarded nodded, making his way to the door. Before he could leave, you did have a question.

"You mentioned Mr. Adler works for you," you started.

"That's right," he said turning back.

"You said he was a handyman for you? Worked on the cars?" Considering how poorly your first meeting with Frank Adler went, you didn't want to piss him off further. "Is there anything else he does around the house? I'd like to help out as much as I can. I just don't want to step on anyone's toes though. You know?"

"I understand," Edward said quietly. "But I have a cleaning service that comes twice a week. Frank and I usually fend for ourselves in the kitchen. We're not bad. If you want to cook here and there, I'm sure that would be appreciated. But I don't have any expectations for you for any of that."

A cleaning service? For real?

"That's great," you told him. "That answers my question. Thank you!"

"Why don't you get settled in and Frank and I will bring in your things?" Edward asked, heading back into the living room.

You followed him. You didn't have a lot of stuff, but it didn't seem right to not help them. "Thank you. I'm pitching in."

Edward stopped at the top of the stairs. "You don't trust us?"

Something about the way he asked that question made you think he was teasing you. "I trust you," you said with grin. "I'm not sure about Frank though."

The easy sound of his laugh was a warm sound, made you feel better. "Come on."

Edward Lemuel leaned back against the sink, enjoying a tall glass of ice water. They'd just finished moving in his new tenant and it wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. She didn't have many things to move in. No furniture pieces. Mostly clothings, boxes of decorations and accessories. Three heavy boxes of books which made him happy because it suggested that she was an avid reader. Yeah, he'd broken a sweat helping her and Frank move everything upstairs but it was totally worth it.

His moment of contentment didn't last. Frank stomped into the kitchen, a surly expression on his face. Edward had an idea of why his employee, partner in crime, and sometimes friend was so pissed off. But he had a feeling he was about to learn exactly why. Stopping in front of him, sweaty and with his hands on his hips, Frank glared him down.

"What the fuck is this?" Frank asked, emphasizing each individual word. "You didn't even let me know about this one." Jerking a thumb roughly in the direction of her rooms, Frank's gaze searched his face.

"That doesn't give you the right to be rude to her," Edward told him calmly. "And it sure doesn't help our cause, does it?"

"Your cause," Frank pointed out. Dropping his head for a moment, he seemed to be collecting his thoughts. "What sort of deal did you make with her? What do you even know about her?"

Edward smiled. Frank was interested. And why wouldn't he be? On top of all of her other impressive qualities, she was beautiful. Very beautiful. Yeah, they were going a different route this time, building on the knowledge they'd been building with the last three girls. Edward was hoping it would be worth it, that he'd finally get everything he'd ever wanted. And he'd make sure Frank was more than compensated for his time and effort.

"She's not from this area," Edward explained. "She works locally. She's taking a gap year from school."

Edward moved to allow Frank to grab a glass from the cabinet by the sink and filled it with water from the tap. "Where does she go to school?"

"The vet-med college," Edward replied. "I think she's studying to be a veterinarian."

Frank's blue-eyed gaze didn't leave him as he downed his water in greedy gulps. Placing the empty glass on the counter, Frank swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. His expression was one of perplexion. "Are you fucking kidding me? A veterinarian?"

Edward nodded.

"This isn't going to work with her," Frank warned in a lowered voice. "Yeah, we've had some luck with a handful of young women I found at the shelter or on the street. That is not this woman. She isn't going to be naive or desperate like them. She sure doesn't look like any sort of addict. It won't work."

Edward didn't agree. "I think with a different approach, things might be just fine."

Frank shook his head. "A different approach?"

"Yeah," Edward said. "She is more... refined. She's exactly what I've been looking for."

Staring at him like he had two heads and six eyes between them, Frank marched around him and back out the kitchen door. "Whatever."

Frank didn't understand right now, but he soon would. The lovely new tennant was perfect, everything deep in his heart that he'd been hoping for. Yes, there'd been other "tenants" and they couldn't have been more different than her. The previous ones were convenient, transactional. But they had shown him that what he wanted wasn't completely out of his reach despite his condition. With the right resources, most people could be bargained with. Maybe, with the right woman, this time would be different.

His new tenant looked at him with such kindness. At times, he could almost forget about his appearance. Maybe...

Edward drained his glass, looking longingly in the direction of her rooms. He would tell himself that he didn't want to get his hopes up, but damn it, his hopes were already up. The young woman in question had more than just surface beauty. She was kind, thoughtful, intelligent. She was everything he could ask for in a relationship if he could just navigate the situation. And he was convinced he could with Frank's help.

She kept asking if there was more she could do to contribute. To feel like she was earning her keep. Edward smiled just thinking about it. His new tenant represented so much more to him than tepid female companionship and parlor tricks in the dark. Edward didn't know a lot about her at the moment but prided himself on being a good judge of character. It was the basis of his infatuation with her and there was no other word for it.

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