Seduced By The Alphas Ch 09

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Winner takes all.

Her name was Eleanor, she was Birgitte's younger sister. I had been informed she would be staying for a couple of weeks. She was Birgitte's only sibling, and I knew little else about her. The three of us met our guest in the doorway, she was fair, slim, and very beautiful. Her physique tall and graceful just like her elder sisters, her perfect complexion creamy, her naturally platinum hair straight, falling to just below her shoulders cut in a neat bob. Eyes clear blue like the summer sky.

To my eye they really did not look like sisters though, at all. However sometimes siblings didn't look remotely alike, so I questioned it no more.

I was simply introduced as the maid, I knew my place and curtsied slightly as I had been instructed to do by Madame herself. I knew Master well, all too well, and in some unspoken secret between us I found I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and yes as I had already predicted he was intently examining Eleanor in a way he should not. I tore my eyes from his lustful gaze and cast them to the floor feeling tendril of sickness close about my vitals.

Was nothing off limits to him, she was his wife's sister! This was his weakness, and this forbidden candy would be his in short order I had no doubt.

He took her bags, this should have been my duty, his large hand lingering longer than was proper on hers as she surrendered her baggage to his grasp. Did Birgitte notice his impropriety? I could not discern.

"I am most pleased to meet you Eleanor, my Dear wife has told me much about you." He smiled one of his most scintillating smiles, his voice falsely warm, shielding his more lustful intent.

"I hope it was all good." She replied with a gorgeous smile. Her lovely blue eyes meeting his fierce gaze. I sensed she felt his thinly veiled desire as well, even if she probably had little comprehension of what it was she had encountered.

"It most certainly was." Again the beautiful smile. He could be positively captivating and charming when he chose. Eleanor just looked at him awkwardly and Birgitte beamed at her younger sibling.

"I have set aside the most lovely of the rooms for you Sis, it opens on to the pool and the atrium. I thought as it is cold you may enjoy the flowers in there and the tropical plants, and I know you love the pool."

"Thank you Birgitte."

"You are welcome." She cooed. "Come let me show you."

The two of them showed Eleanor to her new accommodations, Birgitte seemed most delighted to have her sister stay, she was animated and warm even. I am sure her affections were quite genuine. I guess she was towards her own flesh blood most different, and I hoped fervently that Master would have the good sense to leave what could not be his alone.

My mind went back to my nineteenth summer the time he took me with such gusto in my, and my sister's bedroom, that first time. The lion and the lamb.

*****

Since Master's difficulties with his parents and his Father's crushing edict delivered in late November he had for the majority been sidelined from the company and its workings. He was still responsible for a few small tasks, but Svend had now taken up the mantle of presidency alone. Master was provided with a substantial income, a pension as one might put it. I could see it burned him, he had always been the prodigal son, the black sheep, and the troubled spirit. Demanding on his Father's reputation and his lawyers too at times.

With Eleanor's arrival he had become again more furtive in his drug use, even pretending to many he had his issue under control. Me included. Gone were the days of careless usage, tell tale traces of white powder on all the glass surfaces. However I knew quite different, he was still using cocaine as hard as he ever did.

Eleanor's presence brightened up the often dismal household. As it was close to Christmas Birgitte had pushed aside the demands of her work and decided to spend time here with her sibling. It was considerate of her, as I am sure she was busy. She spent much time fending off demands from her agent who hounded her on the phone relentlessly. However Birgitte seemed determined to show her sister all the delights and joys Arhus had to offer. They went shopping, decorated the house which I helped with, swam in the pool, basked in the sauna, and lounged in the hot tub. Eleanor lived like a princess, at least to me. I think Birgitte was also treating her like the daughter she was too afraid to have, I understood her feeling.

I had heard Master and her arguing over this very same thing one evening; thankfully after Eleanor had gone to bed. She had told him she would not be having a baby any time soon. He had made the mistake of approaching her argument as he had spoken to me on the subject all those months ago when we still lived our simple life in Copenhagen. I hovered nearby looking busy as I often did. I was part of the landscape, they rarely noticed me and as long as I did not blatantly stare I seemed to be able to view them all I wished.

"Honor me?" She looked down her perfectly straight nose at him through black mascara laden lashes and drew on her cigarette. "Honor me with what?" She still possessed the arrogance to disdainfully laugh. I assume with her sister here Birgitte felt she was quite safe from his wrath. I hoped she was right.

"I will tell you this." She said, poking her long red nail into his chest. "I am not having a baby with you or even the King of Denmark any time soon. I have a career, I have a life. I am not risking my body on one of your fancies. Anyway why would you of all men want a child? Let me guess a boy, an heir, so daddy will be proud?"

He was silent, she had hit a raw nerve I could tell. I was so glad now I had never had his child, or even his brother's child as I watched him from the corner of my eye, supposedly engrossed in dusting. He definitely was not made for fatherhood.

"Dangle whatever you want in front of me my Dear, but I am not exposing any child of mine to that!" She butted out her cigarette and went upstairs. She was a cruel woman, but at that moment I had to admire her common sense.

With Eleanor's safety in mind I fretted most mornings, I made sure I was up and about early long before he was. Only two weeks that was all, and she would be safely back home and away from his uncontrolled predation. He had the power to leave me locked up. However most days now he did not even elect to lock me in my cell. It was fortunate as he slept late, well into the afternoons and I was grateful not to have to spend vast hours in the darkness feeling useless.

Wherever Eleanor went I could see his lubricious eyes devouring her, he still used me frequently, mostly late at night, and many nights he had even slept by my side in my cramped cot rather than seek his marriage bed.

I could sense his pain, handsome yet cursed. Bold one minute, and confused the next. The cocaine was eating into his sensibilities and his judgments, and it was having awful physical effects on him too. He shook, tremors seized his once strong flesh, and his weight loss alarming. He did not care for himself as he used to, his hair was often tangled, he forgot to shower, and he seemed too unsteady to shave.

I spent much of my day trying to coax him gently to remember these things, and help him through them. If his wife noticed she did not comment, and I got the sense she was hoping he would in short order overdose. All it would take is one bad batch, and she would be a very rich widow, crying her crocodile tears in mourning black by his grave side. I think that was the only reason she stayed.

Laughter, wicked, emanating from Birgitte's room. I did not hear much joy in this austere home. My ears pricked. "So do you have a man in your life yet?" I heard Birgitte ask.

"Maybe." Eleanor answered and giggled shyly.

"Lucky him." Birgitte giggled in a girlish manner.

"So are you shy sister, you need to bolden up a little."

More laughter. I did not catch her answer. I couldn't make out the rest only snippets of disjointed words, and more laughter. I heard her tell Eleanor she should go down to the pool, and she responded affirmatively.

Eleanor emerged in the tiniest black bikini that left nothing to the imagination. She smiled at me pleasantly as she passed me in the doorway, she smelled of violets. Like a sacrifice going to the altar. I looked at him, but he was looking at her, propped up on his side feigning lazy disinterest. She waded into the pool, the waters warm and blue. However I questioned her motives as she looked across at him and smiled provocatively.

He did not leave the pool side, instead he just watched her swim, an activity she grew tired of swiftly. Eleanor then got out of the water and sat close to him wrapped in a towel. He touched her platinum hair, she returned his gesture. He smiled. He had built the trust slowly in the same manner with me all those years ago. I could see what he was doing, could she?

I hovered in the adjoining rooms watching them through the glass, she was inciting him in a deliberate act, I could tell. He was blind, blind to his weakness and desire. I needed to get him alone. For the first time I hoped he would need to adjourn for an upper soon, so I could attempt the dangerous task of saving him from himself.

Three p.m., I heard him in the upper bathroom. I had to take my chance. I opened the door, he looked around sharply but relaxed when he registered it was only me. I sat at his feet and waited for him to finish. I hated watching this process of self destruction. He sat on the edge of the bath his eyes closed as the cocaine did its work.

It took some time, but it did not affect him nearly as much as it used to. Even though he had now doubled the dose he chose to inhale. I waited until he chose to acknowledge me, it took some time.

"Yes, slave." Was all he said, voice mellow and far away. He was not looking at me but staring blankly at the wall opposite, this was not a good time but It was possibly the only time I would have.

"S.... Sir." I stammered. He still did not look at me. I had no idea how to continue. "It's about Eleanor and Birgitte Sir." My voice was far from steady.

"What about them?" He countered. He was in no mood or condition to move, he was deliciously lost in his high.

Would he even listen to what I had to impart?

"I overheard them Sir. She is encouraging Eleanor to flirt with you, and you know she never does anything without purpose. I'd be very careful."

He looked at me then, his bloodshot eyes bold on me. "Jealous are we?" He raised an eyebrow and grimaced. It was supposed to be a smile.

"No Sir." I reiterated. "This is important Sir, please believe me." My hopes plummeted. He had already decided to turn my concern for him into derision.

"You jealous little whore." He grumbled as he staggered unsteadily to his feet, he looked like he was about to vomit as he held on to the vanity to steady himself. "Guess what, I will look at and touch who I like. You had better get over it hadn't you. You are not a fresh faced nineteen year old any more."

He walked out and slammed the door in my face. I closed my eyes, I am damned I thought, and so was he.

*****

It was in the early hours of the morning when I heard the commotion even from my place in the basement. A shrill scream, swiftly stifled, coming from somewhere on the floor above. I knew what it portended immediately. I ran upstairs, pulling my blanket about me. The house was dark, my hurried footsteps soft on the thick carpets. I saw the lamp come on in the upstairs bedroom. I heard Birgitte call Eleanor's name from the landing.

How could she have let this happen I thought? She in her greed was as cruel and as heartless as he was.

Such gold digging sisters, and he had fallen right for it. I was sickened.

I ran without care to Eleanor's bedroom. The door was closed, but I could hear her pathetic whimpers just beyond. I put my hand on the door knob and turned it, I had not expected it to give. It opened inward soundlessly, in his haste he had not even bothered to lock it from the inside. On opening it the sight disgusted and sickened me. There was no light, only the feeble emanation of the streetlights shining through the glass doors of the adjoining atrium and pool room. The tropical plants cast grotesque shadows on the condensation on the glass.

He was in her bed pressed on top of her, his hand over her mouth. I could see her white skin under his dark bulk, as he sated his animal appetite. I stood dumbly, unsure what I should do and watched on horrified. Cold sweat broke out on my skin, sickness rose in my gut. He was so brazen it was appalling.

Birgitte was taking so long, where was she? She could stop this, it was in her power.

Eleanor though she was being manhandled didn't look at all like a victim to me. She seemed as though she was enjoying it, my skin crawled, I sensed entrapment.

"Get off her you animal!"

Brigitte pressed past me in the doorway. He looked up, not even having the decency to appear chagrined. He reminded me of a lion guarding its kill, not wanting to rescind what was by rights his. Eleanor appeared now to be sobbing softly, but I was very sure those were crocodile tears. I exited the room. I was so unsure what to do or where I should be. The future was now in flux, I knew Birgitte would bring into play her plan to depose him. I wondered what it consisted of? I was sure it would be very humiliating, costly, and painful.

She marched her sister who was still pretending to be most distraught past me wrapped in a bathrobe. She had not noticed me in the dark.

"Lidia." She called, it was most rare she used my given name. I materialized out of the darkness to her side.

"Listen, I want you to sit with her, don't let her have a bath just yet. Just sit, and even better lie her down, I am calling the police." She gestured to the nearby lounge.

"Yes, Madame." I answered leading the woman to the leather sofa. I knew then Brigitte wanted to make sure his semen stayed in her for evidence of his act.

*****

She didn't make that call though, instead they were speaking in quiet voices in Eleanor's room, negotiating. The entire scenario had been contrived I was certain, Brigitte had even lingered upstairs to give him ample time to complete the act. Birgitte had led him to this like a bull to slaughter, however Master should have been clever enough not to be so easily persuaded there.

I had expected Birgitte to be yelling at him. It would have been the appropriate course of a loving and distraught sister. I had expected him to retaliate with violence, even denial that he was entitled to what he took. None of these things happened.

It was some hours later when the two of them did finally emerge from the bedroom. Birgitte seemed satisfied, and he seemed resigned but calm. He stalked away into the dark. Eleanor had fallen into a fitful sleep on the couch. Birgitte woke her and took her upstairs for a bath. It dawned on me that the Master and Mistress of this house had struck some terrible, private deal. I sat the remainder of the night until dawn sleepless and wondering what had passed between them.

*****

The next day I fought through the haze of the long sleepless. My eyes were heavy, my senses ragged. I longed to excuse myself to sleep. I worked mechanically through my various tasks. I did not see Eleanor until later that evening. She seemed in surprisingly good spirits.

There was no police, no investigation, nor even a discreet inquiry. A composed Eleanor left that Friday but not before I saw Birgitte hand her a large sum of money, presumably to buy her silence, or was it something even more sinister? Had this all been planed from the outset? Did Birgitte really have a sister at all? However it did not matter, as Master had hung himself.

*****

Birgitte's appointed lawyer arrived today. It was three days before Christmas, in his red Porsche 911. Clad in a dull gray Armani suit, crisp white shirt, and black tie, with his shining briefcase and Movado watch. He sat at the dining room table and laid out the documents. He was a small neat man, everything he did was with a deliberate precision. He was not much older than Master was, clean shaven and brown hair cut aggressively short. Snow was on the ground and clinging to the window sills, the cold had come early this year, and in force.

In a private agreement Master had been spared jail for first degree rape in exchange for all his substantial assets. The sentence would have been bleak, even in this liberal country it was a serious crime carrying a hefty penalty. Birgitte's silence like anything else could be bought for the appropriate currency.

Birgitte had left that Saturday, moving for the time being back to her condo in Copenhagen that overlooked the bustling blue waterways of the city, leaving Master and I to reside here until his estate was officially dealt with in the new year. We only heard from her through her lawyer, and I never saw her again. I had no idea of his plans for us come the day we were expected to move, and as usual he had not enlightened me. Some things never changed.

The diminutive officious man explained the various documents, Master sat and listened. Signing each one as it was proffered in his rampant scrawl. He would not contest any of her claims.

The court date had been set for February twenty-six. The passage of law and all that went with it moved very slowly over the Christmas season. Duly he signed over his home, and the villa in Tuscany, along with a substantial amount of cash and other assorted holdings, though she had benevolently let him keep his old home in Copenhagen and his red Corvette, it was after all pocket change. His marriage to Birgitte was over.

When Birgitte's suited emissary had departed he sat at the table some time. The copies of the documents spread before him. His entire life had been taken from him, as he had taken mine, and Gabrielle's. I brought him some coffee, he took it absently. His eyes on the table and the stark white papers that lay there. He set the cup down thoughtfully, and twisted the thick gold wedding band on his finger pulling it over his knuckle and tossing it on to the table.

It fell in the center of the papers and spun momentarily before falling on its side to stillness. He laughed, a self effacing, ironic gesture. By the time his troubled marriage would be dissolved in court it had only had lasted less than six months.

*****

I walked into the downstairs bathroom, it was the one that was set aside for my use. I peered into the medicine cabinet shuffling through its contents. Everything I could think of was there but the one thing I needed. My supply of birth control pills. There they were, I felt for the battered packet that was wedged down behind the bottles of cough remedies and other various paraphernalia.

Only two left, I felt a surge of fear. I had supplicated Birgitte for more, but in all the upheaval of recent days she must have forgotten, and now she had departed for good. My requests as always were never high on anyone's priorities, and were rarely answered. Though this request had been a priority for them both, and me as well. I would have to face Master with this, not a pleasant thought. Surely there would be some more in the master bathroom.

I went upstairs cautiously, he was quite possibly asleep. I was right, he was laying on the bed, eyes closed in deep slumber. I crept by him, I knew he would not wake. During his downers between fixes this is all he did, sleep the dreamless slumber of the dead.