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Chapter 3

Sting crumpled the single sheet of paper in his hand and threw it at a corner of his office. He let out a frustrated groan and moved his gaze towards the large, glass window, and frowned. "This isn't like you to have so little information to give, Rogue." He averted his gaze from the transparent glass and back to his best friend.

"I've used up all of my sources. I have no information about Lucy, other than what you read earlier. I don't know who her parents are, where she came from, or what she did before she took the job as our housemaid. And I can't find anything about what connection she has with Bacchus." Rogue's expression remained neutral, though he too, was beginning to take interest in Lucy. What business does an innocent girl like her have with someone like Bacchus? "Where did you see the two together, anyways?"

Sting's looked away once again and did not say a word. How could he, when he wanted to keep Lucy all to himself? If anyone of the other guys found out that Lucy was a goddess in black, then they would be all over her. He did not want that. He only wanted her to himself and he was going to have it that way one way or another.

Rogue stood up from his seat and sighed. He already knew that his best friend was not about to give any more information about Lucy. "We're not going to get anywhere unless you ask Bacchus himself. But that guy's mind is always on alert even when he's drunk." He turned to walk out the door but paused momentarily, "I'm surprised you're even working today. Or is it because you just want out of the house?"

"I just can't think with her around," the blonde male looked back at his friend, who, by the time Sting spoke, had already closed the door behind him. He leaned back on his chair and looked up at the ceiling. His head was aching from just thinking about Lucy. He knew she was hiding something, but she was just too good at hiding things that he wasn't sure how to even begin deciphering her actions. But he had to find out her secret, and he wasn't going to stop until he does.

A knock on the door interrupted his train of thoughts, and before he could respond, the door opened to reveal his half sister, Minerva. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, but Sting chose to ignore it. He always did, because she was just as sick as her mother was. She was a constant reminder of the betrayal his father had committed against his mother and he hated both Minerva and his father. They were the reason his mother died of depression and resolved to commit suicide.

"Sting, it's good to see you here. Did you miss me?" she sat down on his table and leaned forward, giving him a view of her cleavage, which had no effect on him at all. Sting was disgusted, and this was the primary reason why he rarely bothered to show up at work at all.

"Don't bother me, Minerva. I'm busy," the blond male did not have to look to know that Minerva's eyes were narrowed towards him. "You know what, never mind. I'm done with my work so I might as well leave." He stood up and walked around the table and past her. He did not bother looking back and slammed the door shut behind him. She was sick for even trying to seduce him, especially when they were siblings.

Lucy took a seat at the nearest table. She was dressed in white shorts and a white, ruffled, sleeveless top, and her her legs wrapped with the ribbons of her silver wedges. Looking around, she folded her hands together and continued to wait, until she spotted the color blue. She immediately stood up and waved to her blue-haired best friend, who was making her way towards her. "Levy-chan!"

"Lu-chan!" Levy ran up to her and pulled the blond in a tight embrace. When they were seated, Levy smiled at her friend, "It's been a long time. You know, your brother is worried about you. What exactly have you been up to?"

"Tch. Yeah right," Lucy frowned. "He's too busy with work to actually even care–"

"He's looking for you." Levy's voice dropped a note, and Lucy immediately understood. She looked away for a moment and took a deep breath. "If he still has no word of you within the next two days, he will notify every resource he has, including the media, just to find you."

"I know..." The blonde waved a hand in the air as another figure approached them. Cana's long, dark brown locks swung, as well as her hips, as she made her way towards the table, and took a seat. They quickly exchanged greetings before Lucy turned to the matter at hand. "But I just can't let this case go. I know my mother would never commit suicide, and when they found no evidence that it was murder, I just knew, that there was something amiss."

Cana groaned, causing the two other girls to turn to her, "I have such a terrible hangover right now. But I do have information I can give you, from Bacchus himself." Lucy raised an eyebrow. It wouldn't surprise her that the drunk falcon may have been holding back information, but it did surprise her that Cana was able to get the man to talk. The brunette most likely had won a drinking contest against the man. "Only one investigator in charge of your mother's case has confessed to having been paid to rid of all evidence. But that alone isn't enough to charge them with any kind of felony. There's not enough evidence–"

"I don't care about the investigators. One statement is enough." Lucy smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. The other two females looked questioningly at the blonde. "What I want, is something that the law can't give me. I'm going to make them regret, suffer, and I will make sure each day Jiemma's life is a living nightmare. And Minerva, she can watch me take away her beloved brother from her."

"Lu-chan..." Levy bit her lip, "You're kind of scary when you want something really bad. You're scarier than Gajeel-kun!"

Lucy smirked at her friends. "Cana, I'm going to have to use Bacchus for a little while longer." At her remark, Cana nearly choked on the drink the waiter had just given to her. A blush rising on her cheeks. She was clearly implying that something was going on between the two alcoholics.

The brunette scowled and glared at the blonde and at the laughing blue-haired teen. "Do whatever you want with him, like I care. He isn't my type." She then reached into the pocket of her jacket and took out a small bottle of yet another alcoholic drink. The other two shook their head, which Cana shrugged off, "What? It helps with the hangover."

"Oi! Sting! You sure you're not coming with us today?" Natsu looked back from the doorway at the blonde man laying comfortably on the living room couch. They were about to head out to another club and enjoy the night with a few friends, but Sting was the only one to decline the invitation. It worried him a little, but only just a little.

"For the fiftieth time Natsu: no." Sting did not bother to look at the pink-haired male before he heard the door shut. Finally sitting up, he sighed, his thoughts a jumble. He was annoyed. Not because of Natsu, but because he was still bothered that he knew nothing about his new house maid.

He heard the door open again and assumed that Natsu might have forgotten something again. Typical Natsu. He shook his head, a little amused of his idiotic friend, but when he turned, he least expected to see Lucy walking in, hands full of what looked like shopping bags.

White. She was wearing white again and it bothered him how much her look could change just by the color of her outfit. Compared to the dark seductress from the prior night, today, she looked like an innocent and pure teenage girl.

She looked at him, her face turning a light pink color. He inwardly smirked. Something about her reaction made made him feel a little more accomplished that the night before. It was something he finally got out of her. After another few seconds, she finally moved and walked towards him, "Good evening, Sting-sama."

Sting mentally rolled his eyes, "You don't have to be so formal, Lucy." He motioned for her to sit down, but she was hesitant with every move he made. A sly smirk curled on his lips as an idea popped in his head. "I was wondering, Lucy, did you really need this job so much that you were willing to put up such manual labor just to earn money?"

Lucy placed her bags down and took a seat, her eyes narrowing at his question, "Just like the rest of the world, I do need the money for food and other necessities." She bit her lip, trying to suppress the temper and anger rising.

"I just want to make sure because it struck me odd that there was hardly any background information in your application. My curiosity peaked even more the night before when I saw you looking like you were about to have a wild night." Sting gave her a look of suspicion, "What exactly were you doing the last night, and of all the people in the world, why were you with Bacchus?"

Lucy had the urge to punch the blonde male in the face. She took a deep breath, calm down Lucy. You need him for your plan to work. By some miracle she managed to give him a smile and fake a sigh of resignation. She look down, the mood between them becoming dark, "Fine...I'll tell you more about who I really am... You see, my parents died when I was still young and because no one knew any other extended family members, I was orphaned. I was traumatized by the idea that I would be alone all my life so I always kept to myself and I didn't bother making any friends.

"So when I finally reached that age where I could leave the orphanage, I took that opportunity and worked from one job to another. Along the way I met Bacchus, and for some strange reason we easily became friends." At those words, Sting raised an eyebrow.

"He can be a pervert, but he was kind enough to give me a job at his company. He introduced me to many people, and eventually I came stepped out of my boundaries and made new friends. But I knew I couldn't stay there for long, so I began to look for a new job. And I came across this one. When you saw me at that hotel, Bacchus and I would meet up with a few friends every now and then to catch up on each other," Lucy finally took a deep breath and peeked at the man seated across from her. Oh God, I hope that was a good enough lie.

Sting leaned back on the chair, somewhat having difficulty processing what Lucy just said. A part of him wanted to believe her, but he could see right through her lie. He inwardly smirked as an idea came to him. Slowly, he moved towards her, but not too close, "Hey, you're going to be fine now. You live with us now and we can always try and be friends."

Lucy looked down, a glint in her eyes, as a small smirk curled on her lips. When she looked up, the smirk was gone, a look of fake surprise on her face. Her lips parted, then her brows furrowed, "Are you messing with me Eucliffe? I know you're one of those guys who go around sleeping with a different girl every night. And don't take me for a fool, I know you want my body." The blonde stood up, grabbing the bags on the floor, "And that's not me being conceited."

Sting stood up with her, and before she could walk away, he grabbed her by the hand, "I'm being serious Lucy. If you really need help, then I'm here to help you." He sighed, letting go of her hand, "Look, if you don't believe me, fine. But if you change your mind, well...I'll be here."

Lucy gave him one last look before walking upstairs, leaving the blonde male standing in the living room.

When he was sure she was out of sight, Sting smirked, Fine. I'll play this game with you Heartfilia. I may not know as much as you do, but I'm eventually going to figure you out.

Lucy closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She placed her bags on the violet colored carpeted floor and grabbed a black tank top from her dresser. Without hesitating, she removed all articles of clothing on her body, aside from her underwear, and put on the thin material. She stretched, tired from a long day out with her friends and having to put on an act a few minutes ago.

Plopping herself down on the large bed, she pulled out her phone and called the one person she vowed she would not speak to until he apologized.

"You finally called."

Lucy sighed. He brother was such a dictator, "I'm just calling to let you know that I'm okay. No need to send out a search team to look for me."

"Lucy, do you know how worried I was about you?"

"Tch. Right. Sure you were. Took you a few weeks to realize that I wasn't there."

"You always leave for at least three weeks before you come back."

Lucy sat up. She never realized her brother was that observant. "Hmp. Well I'm not going to apologize. I know what I said and I know that what I said is true."

"That's why you left? To go searching for evidence that mom was murdered? Lucy, give it up. Mom was depressed so she killed herself. Don't make things complicated!"

Lucy unconsciously narrowed her eyes. Her temper was rising, "This is why I left! You never listen to anything I have to say! Don't expect me to ever come back!" At that Lucy ended the call and laid back down on the bed. Now, she was not just physically exhausted, but she was emotionally and mentally drained too. "Stupid Rufus. I'm not going home until you apologize."

Soft moans and grunts could be heard echoing throughout the room. It was dark, aside from the dim light emanating from the lamp beside the bed. There was the soft rocking of the large furniture and the sheets moving along with their movements.

"Oh! Sting-kun!"A soft voice screamed in delight as Sting thrusted in and out of her at a fast paced rhythm.

She was enjoying it and normally, he would smirk at the sound of a girl screaming out his name, but he was just too frustrated that he was getting nowhere with Lucy. A few more thrusts until he pulled out of her and released his seeds over her body.

He allowed her time to clean up and just sat at the edge of his bed, his head down. He was not pleased at all, his mind kept flashing an image of a submissive Lucy before him. Two small hands wrapped around him as he felt a shift in the bed, "Sting-kun, I'm glad you finally called me tonight."

Sting nodded, and fake a smirk at her, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Yukino."

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