The next day seemed that it would be better than the first. You quickly skipped down the hallway, excited to see, well…Elliot excited. Just the idea of your bunny sticking out his carrot in appreciation caused a burning sensation in your body that you gladly invited. You strolled on in, not bothering to knock. Elliot and you were past trivial things like privacy, especially since he'd seen most of you naked. But the Damn! Rabbit man just wouldn't get undressed with you. Some part of his brain was triggered right before we went too far, so we haven't done it yet. But I felt it, he'd admitted his feelings, kissed me senseless and rolled around on the carpet of his study with me. There was no way he'd say no to me this time. "Elliot? I'm here! For…'Learning' I called, giddier than I'd been before. No response came. I walked further into Elliot's office. "Elliot?" I ask, unsure of what was happening. I look around, noticing no presence of my Rabbit lover. "Maybe he stepped outside." You shrug, shuffling to his desk. That's when a brilliant plan pops in your head. What if I stripped naked and laid across Elliot's desk. He'd show up and have no reason not to take me then and there, but what if Blood found you instead. You shudder at the thought of the notorious mafia leader touching you, besides you still hadn't gotten over the way he'd made you ache for him. He was desirable, gorgeous- "(name), is your silence a quiet acceptance?' Blood opened one eye as he looked up to you 'Even if it isn't, I have no problem using it as one." He vibrated. Oh! Good God! You could feel every movement he made. You didn't want a repeat of that. EVER! Blood Dupre was every girls sex dream, thankfully he was just that, a dream; someone or something that you'd easily forget in the morning. Though Blood was a terrible person, he held no candle to Daven. The last person you wanted to walk in on you naked would be Daven. He would be worse than if Blood walked in. At least you'd know what Blood would do. Daven was a wildcard that made no sense. He was a grade-A asshole with no respect to women or his superiors, the pompous jerk would extort you for your blatant desire for his Master. "Yeah, so the naked thing is out." You mutter. You graze your fingers over the wood desk, noticing a small sticky note not too far away from your hand. You pick it up, curiosity sparking. In a scribbled, rushed handwriting the words "Meet me in the west wing." Was this Elliot's terrible handwriting? If it was you couldn't remember. You were so busy trying to get his attention, other details slipped from your mind. Well maybe you'd take him up on is offer. To meet him in the west wing for a secret rendezvous, it practically spelt out the words 'Sleep With Me!' I jumped up and down, ecstatic! Elliot March wanted to sleep with me! Elliot March wanted to sleep with me! All my hard work had paid off. Thank you Magazine gods, I sang in my head walking away. I stopped before I got to the door. Wait, there was no time written on there. How was I supposed to know when to meet him, and where exactly. The west wing was huge, one of the largest part of the mafia crew's mansion. There were multiple places we could meet at. I wondered which room it was. I slinked out of Elliot's office, hoping no one noticed me.

I absentmindedly strolled back to my room, thoughts of Elliot and I dancing in my head. What would it be like in the west wing? I was barred from going there by Blood. So I'd had very few times to search the large corridors and spanning hallways. It was a maze I now wanted to discover. I was excited, more than I should be. Dangerous territory, a man that I wanted, hopefully great sex, what else could a girl ask for? "Just give it a rest, Maysie, the misses ain't here. She's probably off bitin' the Master's carrot." "I-I-I don't know, Luce. (Name) doesn't seem to me like the type to-to-" Oh it was Lucy and May, I quickly crouched behind a statue listening in. Last time I saw May I had told her that Daven was the spawn of Satan and took virgin sacrifices. Okay maybe I didn't say that but I did tell her that he like Alisa, which is about the same equivalent. Lucy touched May's shoulder. "Maysie, the misses, (name) whatever you call her just wanted you to help her catch the rabbit Master, nothing more." May was trembling. "But, but I yelled at her the last time we spoke; I feel so bad about it." My heart hurt to hear the tiny woman near tears. Sometimes I forgot how fragile May was. I got up from my position. There was no reason for May to cry. I shouldn't have told her. Granted it wasn't told in confidence but it was told to me and I should respect Daven even if he doesn't respect me, I tell myself tip toeing up to the girls. "No need to apologize. I should be doing that to you." May all but jumps out of her skin as Lucy protectively rushes in front of her small friend. "Look misses, we don't want any apologizes or stuff from you. We just want to leave, okay?" "Lucy, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make May angry. I figured' I leaned against my bedroom door. What did I figure? I thought if I told May that Daven had a crush on someone then she'd find someone who was worthy of her. Not Daven! 'I figured you should know because I didn't want you to go after a guy who wasn't worth your time." "And how would you know what's worth her time, huh Misses!?" Lucy spit out. Okay, I deserve that, I think. "Look, May' I glanced around the angry maid at the tiny bakers' assistant. 'I never meant to hurt your feelings. I just wanted to help. Daven likes another girl and-" "Yeah, Alisa." May squeaked, the tremble in her voice evident. "Yes, but that doesn't mean that it's over for you. Daven just isn't your right guy is all." I conclude, hoping I sound as sincere as I feel. May looks up at me, her lower lip shaking. At times like these I wish the faceless had eyes, but then I supposed they couldn't be called faceless anymore. May stepped around Lucy. "But Maysie, she-" "It's alright, Luce, I've-I've got this." May said a little more firm than she sounded before. She stepped in front of Lucy, taking charge. "(Name), when we first met I thought you were a nice, pretty woman that was just using me and Lucy as friends until you found someone better, cooler' her voice dropped an octave 'but' she looked up at me 'I realize that you only told me about Daven to help me out so, I forgive you. As long as you'll forgive me also." She stated, the tiny mousy baker's assistant sounding as confident as I've ever heard her before. I wanted to cry. "Oh, May of course I'll forgive you!' I say pulling her into a hug unexpectedly 'Only as long as you forgive me for telling you about Alisa." "Deal." May agrees, putting both arms around my waist. I glance over May's small frame at Lucy's frown. "Come here Lucy. I couldn't forget you." Her smile was huge as she joined us in our friendship hug.

After a beat, I realize that it was weird for the three of us to just stand in the hallway in an embrace. "Hey girls?" I begin "Yes?" they chorus "We should go into my room, we're getting weird death threat looks from the other servants." I say untangling myself from the girls. "Okay." They reply following me into my bedroom. I walk over to my big chair as Lucy and May sit on the floor. I stare at the magazine laid across the arm that got me into all this trouble with May, with Lucy, with Blood, with Daven and most importantly with Elliot. "Elliot!" I jump remembering. I had to meet him in the west wing. What was I gonna do? What was I gonna wear? Lucy looks up to you from braiding May's hair. "What about Master Elliot?" I groan into my hands. "I think he left a note for me to meet him but I don't know what time or exactly where." "Well what did the note say?" May asked, playing with her apron. "To meet him in the west wing. That was it." I say despairingly. "The west wing? Only the Master's and their assistants are allowed in there and the people who clean in there are never seen around these parts. We don't even know what they're names are." Lucy commented. "Hey, maybe one of the Master's assistants can help you find Master Elliot.' She frowned 'But not Daven." Lucy slapped May on the back. "Way to go champ! That's how you handle a broken heart!" "Thanks." May whispers. You laugh, the two girls were the closest to friends that you had here; you couldn't ask for better. "Oh well. What should I do girls?" I ask stretching out on my chair. As I reclined back, I pushed the magazine off the arm of the chair. May jumps. Lucy giggles. I reach for the magazine. "That's right. Are you finished with the steps (name)?" May inquires. "No' I shake my head. 'I have one more step." "Maybe it'll help you find Master Elliot." Lucy snorts. "Maybe." I answer finding step number ten and reading it out loud.

10. Be Forward

Ladies, if all else fails and the guy you're going for hasn't begged for you to jump into be with him, then maybe he's a tad slow on picking up hints. If all else fails, being honest and upfront is the way to go. No man can resist a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it.

"So just tell Master Elliot that you like him? Seems like easy enough advice." Lucy added once I finished reading. "Maybe you should. One of us-us should have a happy ending." May says. You lean down. "Oh, May' you coo 'You'll find your prince charming, he's just not Daven. I promise you that." "Okay." She hushes, glancing down at her feet. "Yeah, maybe one of the baker boy's will want you, Maysie. Don't give up." Lucy reassures her. "This is true." I reply getting up from my seat. "Where are you going, misses?" Lucy questions. "I need to find a way into the west wing, maybe Tweedledee and Dum would know. They practically invented creeping into places they shouldn't be." I answer, walking toward my door. Lucy shook her head. "Good luck misses. The devil twins are a hand full." You chuckle. "Oh, more than you know. You can stay as long as you want girls." You tell them, walking out of the door. Their chorused 'thank you' follow you outside the wooden door and into the hallway. "Now to find the twins." You sigh. Hopefully, you wouldn't be tortured just to find out where Elliot was in the west wing. You don't know if you can handle that.

While you casually stroll down the hallway, you turn the corner and bump into a body. The impact makes you stumble backwards and onto your butt. "OWW!" you cry, sitting up. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Are you alright (name)?" I definitive male voice asked you. You stare up at the out stretched hand. It was connected to Blood's number two man, Marius. Wait but if Elliot was Blood's second in command, how second could Marius be or was he second to the second in command? It all made no sense to your aching body. "Mistress (name) are you alright?" You turn your head slightly and practically collide it with Marius! When did he crouch down? "Marius!" You squeak. His deep chuckle throws you off. "Yes, Mistress (name). It is me. I believe we ran into each other on that corner." He tilts his head back at the corner that seemed so far away. You smile, noticing Blood's assistant for the first time since you met him. His eyes were a rich mahogany brown, whereas Blood's were a forest green. His facial features weren't as chiseled as Blood's either, nor his mouth as thin. Also you noticed that his midnight black hair was slightly wavy where Blood's was spiky. "You don't look like Blood." You mutter aloud. Marius laughs again and it sounds like a noble steed in battle, strong and hearty. You smile, deciding you like Marius already. "That most certainly is a complement.' He chortles. 'Now' he leans in closer to your face, the only thing that could fit between you two would be air 'Let's get you off of the floor. The servants talk and while I don't mind the gossip I'm sure my Mistress wouldn't like her name being smeared from attic to basement." You blink, remembering where you were at. You look around hoping no one could misconstrue your appearance. You were in a sitting position, with Marius squatting down mere inches away from you and you both were smiling. Yeah this could look different than what it is. "Okay." You nod, letting Marius help you up. You dust off your jeans and your scoop neck shirt. You were fine, just a tad embarrassed for saying your thoughts out loud. Marius continued to stand there, an amused look playing across his face. I glance up at him. "What's so funny?" You wanted to know more about Blood's second in command. Marius grinned even harder. "You, Mistress (name). You're a refreshing addition to the manor." "Is that all I am?" you playfully challenge. "That is among the reasons." "Of what?" you question, curiosity getting the better of you. Marius looks away. "The Mistress is intriguing." You laugh. "I was expecting a declaration of love, I'm glad-" Marius blushed "No! Master Blood made it clear that you were not mine to court." You snigger. "Why do I have a hard time believing you take all of you 'Master's' commands seriously?" Marius deviously grinned, and there it was the sin that bought so many girls to Blood and maybe to Marius. You weren't sure if Blood's second was as cruel as him, but he certainly didn't seem that way. In fact, Marius reminded you of a certain shy bunny man. Oh shit! Elliot! You need to get to the west wing. Marius shrugged. "Master Blood and I are equal and inferior to each other at the same time. It is our shared agreement." You wanted to know more about this agreement but stayed out of it. That would be discussed for another day. "Marius, tell me where can I find Elliot in the west wing?" Marius face went stone cold. "Are you allowed in the west wing?" "Yes." You reply hoping that Marius doesn't get in trouble for your lying. "Very well. I'll take the Mistress." "Thank you, Marius. You've been nothing but helpful." You try to curtsy but fail completely. Marius laughs again. "It is alright. Besides it is not only a part of my job but I enjoy doing it for the intriguing Mistress." "Good." I chuckle following Marius lead. "Sir, Marius." A voice calls from behind us. We both turn around. A large, dirty looking guy stomps through the hallway, tracking mud behind him with every step he takes. "Roger, what's wrong?" Marius voice changes, he's in charge and his voice states that. What a remarkable change from the softness that I'd just heard in it a second ago. "Sir, we need you down in the ditches. The bodies we hauled in the big containers are starting to fall out. It's causing a huge riot." "Oh, that's right.' Marius turns to me 'Mistress (name) forgive me but I was on my way to attending to this until you showed up. Master Elliot's courters are to the left in the west wing, I presume that you can find your way for the rest. Again I'm deeply sorry." I was about to tell him that it was alright, when he abruptly turned to Roger, the ditch and body guy and said in a steel hard voice. "Show me where. I will fix this." Off they went, Roger the ditch and body guy and Marius, the first in commands', second but second to the second in command. This was too confusing for me to grasp my head around. Instead I walked away to the forbidden side of the manor, noticing how sparse people, servants, and eventually the light was in the west wing. It was upstairs near a rising stairwell off in a corner that looked as if no one had touched it in a million years. I tried the door, stunned that it opened without any complaint.

I walked back into the west wing, thoughts of Elliot and me running through my brain. I came at a crossroads where the large corridor divided into four separate tunnels. Which one was that that Marius told me go into? The left one. But which left, there are two lefts, the outer or inner most left? I decided to take the outer most left, praying it would be the right tunnel/hallway because if I walked into Blood's place or even the twins; my blood chilled at the thought. The only one who could come in here to save me would be Marius and he thought I had clearance to be in here in the first place. "Here goes nothing." I mumble, trying to find my way in the near dark. All the shades had been closed, making the hallway seem as if dust had set upon it. From the cracks of light I saw, the hallway was lined with pictures of Elliot and Blood, some faceless woman, and a dart board. I wish it was lighter in here, I think as I turn a corner. I was so deep in concentration that I almost didn't notice the body leaning slyly against the wall. "Well hi there." A cool voice said. You jump back startled. "Elliot! What-what are you doing here?' you look around, nervous. Sure the west wing was private but the privateness of it just began descending on me. I was truly 'alone' with Elliot with no supervision. It felt weird. I felt the flush in my face and the uneasiness of my stomach. I was Truly Alone with Elliot March. I let that revelation sink in for a minute longer. Now I didn't feel so well. At that moment I cursed my curiosity and mischievous behavior. I didn't belong here. Only people with keys to all the doors could get in here. Unfortunately, I was prepared and stole Blood's keys a few weeks back to make an extra copy, yet again letting my curiosity get the best of me. 'how-how did you get in here?" I stutter, my jitters becoming a full fledge flame. I stood frozen in my spot, paralyzed. How could I say something so stupid? Oh course Elliot would have a key. I wanted to see Elliot but seeing him in what felt like black and white lighting made me realize how unprepared I was for this.

He stared back at you, the purple in his eyes becoming a haunting midnight violet, making him look almost predatory. "The better to bite you with my dear." I imagine him growling. Suddenly, the idea of being Elliot's prey made you want to melt. The man was lethal and beautiful, causing your heart race in anticipation. He pushed his body off the wall sauntering towards you like a graceful gazelle. You'd never seen Elliot so dark, so manly, so in control, so sensual. It made your toes curl inside of them. "What do you mean?" he inquired, leaning slightly inside your personal space. "I-I' What did I mean? What could I say with him so close to me, my heart thudded in my chest as a rush of blood gathered in multiple places, prepared for whatever action would come. 'You just took me by surprise is all." You respond whispering. He cocked that adorable smile of his, the light shining from a slit in the curtains illuminating his smile. It held his familiar softness but somehow it seemed deadlier. Somehow you saw Blood's second in command rather than the shy, carrot loving, easily aroused bunny man that you'd fallen for. The first Elliot made you want to cum at the sound of his bark, the second version of Elliot made you want to pounce on him and teach him a thing or two. Either way both made you wet, the dull throbbing in your lower extremities a constant pulse that won't stop. "Is that all I took from you?" He mused. "Y-y-yes." You stutter, wanting to run but feeling nailed to the floor. Elliot pushes his hands in his pockets, creating a very dominating stance. "You know, I think you're lying to me." You start to back up. "Do you?" "I do." He quips, a playful glint dancing in his eye. "But, but I'm not. What-what I want to know is how you got into the west wing?" You ask, prying your eyes away from his for two seconds to think. Elliot stops his advance. He straightens up. "Quizzical thing aren't you? I like that." You look past him, hoping he doesn't notice your body quacking in excitement and fear. What a stupid question to ask. He was in the west wing because this was his space, this was where he held his private meetings. "I happened to see you walk in and remembered I needed your help on something." He replied obviously lying. "Something like what?" You ask getting bolder, more suspicious. Elliot shrugs "Nothing important, just the budget for next month." "And….. you couldn't ask Blood or Daven for that help?" you question slowly, not understanding what was happening. Elliot smiles at you. "But then we wouldn't be in this situation, now would we?" He answers. "True...' You draw out your back hitting the intricacies of the door. 'But I don't-" Elliot steps into your personal space "You ask a lot of questions but I should be asking you how you got in here." He whispered. "I-I-I" you try to look around him, the heat from his body in the dark is making you sweat and throb. "You what? This is forbidden from everyone." He hushes in your face, quietly placing his hand on top of yours. "Elliot." You whisper, feeling the heat of his body mixing with yours.

One or two more sentences with him playing the bad boy and you'll unravel. "Mmmmmmhhhhh. I like it when you say my name little bunny." He purred leaning in to kiss you. His lips were soft, pushing against yours in a silent promise. He slid one hand behind your back pulling you to him. You arch your back at the touch of him, his length pressed against your abdomen with a burning heat. You could feel it rising against your shirt stirring a tingling sensation in your lower regions. The kiss was delicate as if he didn't want to hurt you. His closed lips moved next to yours as you two found a rhythm, but you wanted more and by the pulsating in Elliot's pants you knew he wanted more too. You loop one hand behind his neck to bring him closer, your other arm resting limp at your side. This was why you came here, isn't it, you tell yourself. You pull apart to say something to Elliot about the note when he grazes one hand across your breast, the sensitive flesh perking from his touch. You gasp, not expecting the startling way your boobs ached and harden at the idea of Elliot touching you again. At the sound of your gasp Elliot devourers your lips, putting his full force unto his action. Now he wasn't soft as he pursed his lips against yours, the pressure squeezing and teasing them as he bit your bottom lip. "Oh Elliot." You sigh. You feel his smile on your mouth before he juts his tongue out. It crashes on the top of your tongue, tasting of carrots and sweets. It should be illegal to be this damn attractive you think wrapping your once limp hand in Elliot's hair, stroking his perked ears. "Oh (name)!" he moaned grinding his body up and down yours. You hold back a whimper, the sound of your name on the rabbit man's lips making you come undone. "Take-take—tak-OH!' Elliot bit along your jaw licking each mark with care. 'Me." You whisper afraid the next thing you'll say will be 'here and now I don't care!' You feel Elliot reach behind you and suddenly there's no door. The shift of balance almost makes you fall backwards but Elliot catches you. "I got you." He hushes in the dark, the scent of him overpowering any of your senses. "Okay." You nod, not trusting yourself to say much else. Your heart's beating so fast in your chest that you don't hear when Elliot tells you he's going to release you. You turn to the rabbit man as he walks away. What now? Why isn't he touching you? Did you do something wrong? What was so- Elliot closes the door a tad and faces you again, your eyes settling to the darkness. He grins a childish silly thing. "Now where were we?" "I don't know, you tell me." You smile, sauntering towards him. His eyes take a dark glint as he cheeses. "Oh yeah this." He launches himself at you, picking you up in the process. "ELLIOT!" You cry in shock. He just laughs and throws you on the bed.

Before you can recognize the impact that the bed made with your bed, Elliot is on top of you. He places one strong arm around your back making you arch your breast towards them. "Don't do that to me (name)." he gruffly states. "Oh what? This" You question, pulling him down with one hand as you grab his other one to cup your burning flesh. Your perk nipples squeezed in delight from the touch of him. His large hands brushed tentatively against them, the shy part of Elliot coming out. You smile up at him, hoping you'd done the looking through lashes thing perfectly. "What's wrong afraid?" You taunt him. Elliot's face then grows determined as his hand engulfs your boob. He gave your boob a gigantic squeeze as if they were oranges who's juice hadn't come out yet. The feeling of him sending an intimate part of your body in flames made you moan. "Oh Elliot!" At your declaration Elliot became bolder dipping his head at the base of your neck. "What are you-" but the sentence died in your lips as he placed tender butterfly kisses along your neck and shoulder blade. The light kisses were pecks on your skin but made your body clench in readiness. You started to feel the dull throb of your vagina call to him. "Elliot." You yell when he kisses in between the folds of your breast. "ELLIOT!" his hand had snake underneath your shirt groping your bra in breathless wonder. "Quiet my little rabbit." He hushed the vibrations of his words seeping into your skin. Just the sound of his lips, his voice on you was enough for you to cum. You rubbed your thighs together trying to stop the wanting of him to be inside of you. All it accomplished was to make your vagina slippery and wet, the sensation a reminder of all the work you put into to get here. "Stop! (name)" Elliot pleaded, his normally purple eyes dilated in the dark. "I'm trying to, trying to….please you. Won't you let me?" In that moment, staring into his eyes the whole world fell away and it was just you and him. What else could you say but "Yes"? He even asked you to let him pleasure you, how adorable was it? I thought as he slowly pulled off my shirt. Elliot straddled my hips looking down at me. What was wrong? Was there something he didn't like? What did I- "You're beautiful. Even better than my dreams." He breathed. You looked away from his agape mouth. All of the compliments were too much, they were making you blush. "Hey' Elliot tilts your head to meet his 'are you okay with this? Because I won't push you to-" You place a hand on his cheek stroking in circles with your thumb. He began to purr, closing his eyes. You lean forward, kissing him softly on the lips. Elliot tries to reciprocate but you pull apart. His eyes are open now. "Of course I'm ready." Elliot nods unbuttoning his pants. I watch as he painstakingly unbuttons the pants, pushing the zipper down felt like an eternity. As soon as he pushes them down, his painful looking erection pops out. I hold back my giggle as he blushes. "It ummmmm usually doesn't do this." "No?" I tease, quipping an eyebrow. He blushes again and looks around. "At least whenever you aren't around." He mumbles. I lean up "What was that?" "Nothing." He quickly replies. "No I think it was something." I laugh. "Oh yeah? Well I think you heard wrong. What I said was this." He replied, pushing me back onto the bed and kissing me. I felt as his erection rubbed against my stomach. He tangled one hand in my hair slightly grinding to give himself more friction for what we both wanted. I reached down below him and tried to reach my pants button. "Don't!" Elliot grunted, expertly undoing my pants without seeing them. I started grinding on him too trying to get my pants off faster. The heat between us soaked my panties until they were useless. I kicked off the rest of my pants using the reminder of Elliot's that were still down at his ankles. I wrapped my legs up around him, begging for this, our rhythm of back and forth movement was all that I could handle. "Elliot!" I whine the knot in my lower regions driving me insane. "I'm, I'm-" "Wasn't hoping to see this here." Another voice said, smiling. Elliot and I look towards the wide open door.

Blood Dupre stood there with a smirk that meant he was up to no good and Daven cowered behind him giving you a look of satisfaction. "BLOOD!" I screamed grabbing the sheet from the bed hiding my exposed breast and almost pulled down panties. Blood grinned "Yes, I do believe women say that when we're in bed, but' he pointed to Elliot 'I'm usually in his place. Unless' he looked back at Daven 'I'm being offered to join this little shindig." You start to become mad. "What is that supposed to mean?! Huh? There's no shindig here!" Blood glances back at you. "Oh no? So explain what this is to me?" I realize that I made this sound like what it looks like: sex. "I uhhhhhhh." "Blood, what the hell are you doing here?!" Elliot roared. Elliot. I blink, I almost forgot about Elliot. He stood in his boxers, his erection outlined through the thin material. Blood shifted his gaze to Elliot. "This is a new one for me. Honestly, I'm surprised our little 'Mistress'' he emphasized the word 'would go for a lunch break quickie. I misjudged you, (name)" he stated walking toward me. "Blood don't you dare- touch her!" Elliot charged, trying to get in front of me before Blood did. But he was too late. Blood rolled his eyes getting inside my personal space, I pulled the sheets further up on my body. "I wouldn't touch (name) unless she wanted me to, or if she didn't." he winked at me. I felt a hundred times dirtier. "Anyways, your second in command' he gestured to Daven who was still glaring you down with an evil grin 'couldn't find you until he found this note, Daven." Daven handed the sticky note to Blood as he read it aloud. 'Meet me in the west wing.' Oh course I was surprised you'd want to meet here considering…" Blood left the statement hanging letting Elliot fill in the blanks. I stared from Elliot's raging face to Blood's amused one to Daven's evil one. All of it made no sense until "Master Elliot, I had no idea you would give into the Mistresses ill reputed reputation given her flirtatious nature. But I just assumed that this note was for me. I had no idea that it was for' Daven coughed 'Her." I heard the poison and fakeness dripped in every word. That's when the light went off in my head. Daven did this on purpose.

I knew that handwriting didn't look familiar, because it wasn't. Daven planned this, the whore! This was his plan all along. Ever since he made that threat: "Don't think you're getting over on me!" I said "Who's keeping score to get over on each other' I yank my arm away from him 'if we were, I think it be a point for my team." Daven snort "Yeah team slut" I tell him "As opposed to team hopeless, we'll see who wins out of that one." "YOU!" I stated. All the men looked towards me. I couldn't help it, I was exposed, broken and felt so stupid for believing Elliot wanted me. I might as well use step ten and admit it to him it won't matter, I think. "You!' I point a shaky finger at Daven 'You, you, you' the tears started to come 'I told you that, that I like Elliot. I trusted you! I thought you could keep my secret! I, I' I turned to Elliot, the tears from my face half real from embarrassment the other half something I coughed up to get over on Daven. 'Elliot forgive me for being a fool. I wanted to be with you and I want you now, but but now Daven has ruined that!" I cried dramatically into the sheets. I saw Daven's face through my tear stained eyes; he was fuming. "Daven is this true?" Blood's ruthless voice cracked out. Daven grimaced. "No sir Master Blood." "No you didn't know about her crush on Elliot or no you weren't aware of his feelings for her?" "I knew of both Master Blood. I stayed impartial as to not interfere." "Then she's crying for no reason?" "I have no idea Master Blood." Daven lied through his teeth. Blood's lips turned into a straight line. "Alright, we'll settle this later. As for you Elliot I don't expect to see you in this position again unless (name) deems it so." He laughs. Strong arms were around me. "(name).' I looked up, sniffling. 'I want you too I just thought that, that you didn't want me- at least not completely." "What do you mean?" I ask, my voice cracking again. "You were flirting with a few men and every servant we have has been giving you the 'eyes'' he put it in quotation marks 'and honestly I was jealous." "Really?" I ask. "Yes, that big tough macho stuff that's not me, this is." He ghosted his lips across mine. I hugged him, loving the feeling of his arms around me, his bunny ears thumping happily on top of my head. This is what I always wanted it to be, me and my bunny man!

Hey guys. Let me say I am sooooooo sorry that I haven't uploaded in months. As I told you guys I started college and that took up all my time,then you finals came and by the time Christmas break came around I had fallen out of love with trying to seduce Elliot. It was like a weird writer block. Has anyone ever had that? Where you want to read something but then you realize your heart's not in it? Well that's what happened to me. And I didn't want to cheat you guys out of a half-assed story. That'd be wrong. Anyway we're down to the final chapters. Chapter 11, and then Chapter 12 is the final one. So thanks for the ride and I apologize again for not being on top of my story.

Enjoy, Rhett Darcy