Ethan woke up the next morning with his heart already racing. He had barely slept, replaying the previous night in his mind on an endless loop. The way Sophia had taken him into her mouth while the others watched. The casual way they had used him and then walked off to discuss business as if nothing unusual had happened. His c**k twitched at the memory even now.
He quickly showered in the small but luxurious staff quarters attached to the main mansion, then dressed in his crisp black butler uniform. White shirt, black vest, perfectly pressed trousers. By 6:00 AM he was in the kitchen preparing breakfast exactly as they liked it. Fresh fruit platter for Victoria, avocado toast with poached eggs for Sophia, green smoothie for Lena, and black coffee with a precise dash of oat milk for Isabel
