After Solitude

Chapter 13

Jett's POV

We spent the whole night online shopping after I got three carts full of food.

I didn't know what exactly she likes, so I got a bunch of random things that I hope she will like.

Nik's shipment of everything he bought online has just delivered. Luckily, Nik knows a guy who knows a guy that sped up the timing on the delivery. It should've taken a few days instead of a few hours.

We stock her room with all her new items and fill her closet and dresser with the clothes and lingerie.

I want her in this. I say to myself while holding up a black laced lingerie set. It's sexy as fuck and exposes her in the best of ways.

"I have to go, can you two please finish this up and not fuck around?" Nik sighs.

"No promises." I comment, throwing her rose pink comforter over her mattress.

"Wait," Wyatt stops Nik from leaving, "we never explained to her about the butler situation."

Nik scratches his neck, "I'll explain to her that we have other humans working for us."

I roll my eyes. It's not like they don't have it made. They get to live here, they have their own rooms, bathrooms, kitchen, everything. They get paid a shit ton too, thanks to Wyatt.

He's a lot more sensitive towards humans, he probably still feels guilty for what he's done. We've all been there though.

After softening out her bed, making it look as presentable as possible, I go into her bathroom to have it fully stocked.

I actually break a sweat after everything is finished.

My eyes scan the work we've done. Cute, girly, and comfortable.

Soft pink and creamy colors litter the room.

I can't wait to take her in this bed. Tied up with shaking legs.

"I hope she likes it." Wyatt contemplates.

"She will, what isn't there to like?"

He scans the room, "what if she doesn't like pink?"

I grasp his shoulder and give him a reassuring squeeze, "then we buy her whatever she wants."

He grins with a nod.

Wyatt and I retreat from the room and wait for Zoey and Nik to return.

A whole week.

She will grow to be more comfortable around us, which excites me.

We can also learn more about her, and what makes her tick. All the places she yearns to be touched, all the places she doesn't know feel good.

I'll make you feel good, baby.

As I wait, flashbacks of my childhood rot my brain.

"Jett can we go play by the lake?" Jack begs.

The rain hitting our timber frames of wood my father cut with his own two hands should've deterred him from asking such stupid questions.

"Consumption is no game, Jack. If we go out there, we could get ill. Mother said to not go outside in the rain so we will stay here."

A pout grows on my little brother's face. I never liked seeing him pout but I'm in charge and I have to make harsh decisions while mother and father are gone.