Roman studied the strange woman walking around in Shane's house. There was something familiar about the dirty blonde with the green eyes. Some facial features he knew from somewhere but he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"You like my new maid?" Shane asked.
"What?" Roman took his eyes from her.
"You've been staring at her since you walked in here. It's alright. You can stare and even touch if you like," Shane said.
Roman frowned at those words. He was not gonna start touching Shane's staff no matter how attractive the new maid was. He knew Shane often grabbed an ass that walked by but as far as he knew, Shane only fucked his wife Dana.
"I'm staring because she looks familiar," Roman said.
"She should. She's Adam Copeland's sister," Shane said.
"Holy fuck!" Roman's eyes widened. "That's Nola? Rumours about her beauty do not do her justice then."
He looked through the door at the woman out in the kitchen preparing their food. She was in a short, black dress with long sleeves. Shane had picked that dress out for sure. He always put his staff in short skirts. He was an ass man all around.
"I thought she was one of the good ones though," Roman continued.
"She is but Adam isn't," Shane winked. "And he had a lot of debt that he couldn't pay back so I made him a deal. I'd forget all about the money if I could have her instead."
Roman shook his head in disbelief. Shane played on the wrong side of the law with everything he did but not once had he been part of kidnapping or human trafficking. This was sick.
"So she chose to save her brother?" There was a bit of hope in Roman's question.
"No, she had no idea," Shane chuckled. "Adam told her they were going to visit a friend and she walked straight in here unaware. She's not getting out again. She tried the first night and learned all about my alarm system and guards. One beating was all it took for her not to try again."
"This isn't right. How old is she?" Roman asked.
"34," Shane answered. "And nothing we ever do is right. Don't pretend to be a saint, Roman. Tell me you wouldn't have taken her if you had the chance. You're still staring even now that you know who she is."
Shane walked over to his mini bar, dropped some ice cubes in two glasses and quickly fixed two brandy ginger drinks. He walked back to Roman and handed him one of the drinks.
"I haven't touched her," he said. "Well, the occasional ass slapping like I do with everyone. It's my right being the master of the house."
"Right," Roman fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"But only when Dana isn't watching. She really doesn't like Nola," Shane chuckled. "Women and jealousy, eh?"
As if she had been summoned by Shane speaking her name, Dana walked in to join the men.
"Darling!" She kissed Shane's cheek. "And Roman. So lovely to have your company tonight."
"Hi Dana," he said.
His eyes wandered back to Nola in the kitchen before feeling Dana's arm hook with his own.
"Come, sit down. Dinner's ready. I hope the new maid can cook for your liking," she said.
"You shouldn't have blinded the old one if you didn't want a new one," Shane said.
"That bitch stole my necklace!" Dana raged. "It was only fair I took her eyes in return."
"I love your sadistic side, darling," Shane smirked.
They sat down and Nola came in to serve the food without ever speaking a word.
"Thank you," Roman brushed his fingers over her hand. "It looks good, Nola."
"Don't talk to the maid!" Dana hissed.
"Why not?" Roman asked.
"We don't pay her to talk with our guests," she said.
"You don't pay her at all," Roman pointed out.
"Still," Dana said annoyed. "She's just a fucking maid, not a conversation partner."
"I don't recall ever needing your permission to speak to people," he said.
He wasn't blind or stupid. Ever since meeting Dana the first time, he knew she had a crush on him. She never acted on it out of respect for her husband who apparently was blind as a bat when it came to that matter. Roman himself never pointed it out to any of them. Dana wasn't a woman he would ever want under him in a bed. Another blonde in the house, however, that was a whole other story. He watched her walk back to the kitchen and out of sight. He turned his attention to the roast on his plate.
"Fuck, that's good," he said after the first bite. "Can I buy her from you, Shane? I wanna eat like this everyday."
"Nope, she's mine," Shane grinned.
After dinner Shane made another round of brandy ginger. Dana stayed close, always touching her husband while her eyes would linger on Roman. It was a clear message she was trying to send. She could be doing this to him if he would let her.
"I'm gonna borrow your bathroom," Roman excused himself.
He walked up to the bathroom on the first floor. He just needed a small breather away from Dana and her flirting right in front of Shane. Even if Shane had never existed and Dana would have been single, she wasn't a woman he would pick. Walking back out from the bathroom, his eyes landed on Nola again. She was standing out on a balcony, completely unaware of him.
"Nola, right?" He asked from the opened door.
She jumped a bit at the sound of his voice.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he walked out to stand next to her. "I'm Roman."
"Hello," she said.
"I've heard a lot about you over the years. Adam's little sister. The one that no one ever got to meet," he said.
"I don't like this world," she said.
"I didn't at first either but I grew to thrive in it once I got people to understand that they can't bullshit around with me," he said.
She nodded at those words. He reached a hand up to stroke her cheek and gently grab her chin.
"You don't need to fear me," he said.
"I fear everyone in this world," she said.
"I can tell," he kept eye contact with her. "But I'm probably the only one that will go out of my way not to harm you."
"Why?" She asked.
"Why not?" He shrugged.
He leaned down so he was close to her face.
"Why do we ever do anything in life when it comes to the opposite sex?" He asked. "Because you have beautiful, green eyes. Because you look like you want me to devour you right on the spot. Because I can't help myself. Take your pick."
"Roman," she whispered.
"And because you're not pulling away from me right now," he smirked. "I'm gonna kiss you now."
"Because he's a womanizer that wants a quick fuck and then go downstairs and brag to my husband," Dana's voice cut like a knife. "You're working for us, maid. Don't forget that."
"Dana, for once, don't be a bitch," Roman said as he pulled away from Nola.
"It's my home," Dana crossed her arms. "Maid, go to your room. You're not welcome outside of it for the rest of the night."
"Yes, miss Dana," Nola said.
Nola hurried away from the balcony before getting another tongue-lashing.
"Could you at least have let me kiss her first?" Roman sighed.
"Why? What's so special about her?" Dana asked.
"Everything," Roman's tongue poked out to wet his lips.
"You can't fuck my staff, Roman," she said.
"I'm not fucking you either," he said as he walked towards her to get back inside. "So you can stop with all the flirting. It's getting old and it won't get you anywhere."
"Careful!" She sneered as he passed her. "You heard Shane. He likes my sadistic side. I might take something from your newest fascination just like I did with my last maid."
He wanted to plant his fist right in her face but he didn't. He knew better than to provoke her further. Instead he walked back downstairs followed by her. She didn't say anything though and Shane didn't catch on. Roman broke up half an hour later and drove home. He had a bad feeling inside. Dana wasn't one to come with empty threats and Shane was so in love with her that he usually backed her up in all her ideas no matter how crazy they were.
"Are you sure about this?" Shane looked at Dana after she had just told him what she wanted him to do.
"Dead sure," she said. "I wanna see tears and pain."
"Okay, darling," he kissed her. "Let's have some fun."
They walked up the stairs and into Nola's room without knocking. She looked at them scared. She had no idea what was going on but she instinctly knew it wouldn't be good.
"Well, don't just stand there," Dana looked at Shane. "Fuck her."
"What?" Nola took a step backwards.
Dana flew forward and pushed Nola down on the bed. Shane was fast to join her, holding down Nola's arms while Dana pushed the dress up and yanked her panties off. She then opened Shane's pants and rolled aside while he got in between Nola's legs and got his pants and boxers down his thighs. A loud cry tore through the room as he pushed into her.
"That's it. Cry for me, you little bitch," Dana ran a finger down Nola's cheek. "Fuck her harder, darling. Make her whimper and scream."
"With pleasure," he got out between his moans.
"You're turning me on so badly right now," she smirked at him. "I hope you're up for another round after her because I wanna ride you so hard."
He grinned at her while picking up the pace. He was always up for sex with her no matter what. Fucking Nola first wouldn't stop him from fucking Dana too. She was the love of his life and he could never deny her. He finished with Nola within three minutes and was fast to stand up and pull his pants back up.
"Was that good enough for you, darling?" He looked at Dana.
"Perfect," she said. "Go wash her stench off. I'm gonna suck that dick and I don't wanna taste her."
He blew her a finger kiss and left the room. As soon as he was gone, Dana grabbed Nola's jaw in a tight grip and forced her to look at her.
"That's what you get for talking with Roman," she said lowly. "If I ever catch you even looking at him, I'm gonna make Shane fuck your ass next time. Are we clear?"
"Yes," Nola whispered.
"Yes, what?" Dana asked.
"Yes, miss Dana," Nola answered.
"Good girl," Dana tapped Nola's cheek. "Sleep well."