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What the fuck just happened?I sat bewildered in the chair, my limbs shaking while I tried to regain myself. Did Oscar just finger me, and would he tell the others about this? Was this going to be my last day on the job?
I sat there in disbelief for a few minutes until the clenching of my pussy eased. There was something about Oscar that I trusted, and I knew he wouldn’t go blabbing to the others about me. He had a quiet demeanor and strength that I liked in a man. But I could never be caught in such a compromising position again, no matter how horny the alphas made me.
Oscar
I couldn’t fuckinghelp it.
Fingering the new human maid in our home was the last thing on my mind, but she looked so desperate as she sat spread out on the dryer like that. I knew the effect we had on humans, and Zaff shouldn’t be messing around with her.
Closing the door to my room, I inhaled her scent off my finger even after I licked off her juices during my walk here. Breanna wasn’t like an average human. There was a hidden scent within her pussy that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. It waslight, musky, and addictive. I inhaled her scent again, unable to get enough. Even though she didn’t have a scent on her body, I knew her pussy would reveal something about her.
But I was more confused than ever.
Getting into the shower, I was hesitant to wash my hands, but when I finally did, a feeling of sadness overcame me. We would have to get rid of her soon, just like all the other maids Zaff ever hired.
This was the first time I felt this magnetic attraction without even knowing her, and I vowed to get to know her more. Maybe once I realized what an ordinary human girl she was, then I’d get over this insane addiction.
Chapter Eight
BREANNA
“You can stop here,” I said to Jeff, the limo driver, as he drove towards my home. I wanted to stop at the local mall so I could purchase a few very much-needed things with the cash bundled up in my backpack.
I was pleasantly surprised upon leaving the alphas’ residence when Zaff saw me at the door with a somber expression, handing me an advance of two thousand dollars. I tried to refuse it, but he wouldn’t hear of it, so during the entire ride home, I kept thinking about what I would do with the money.
“Sure thing,” said Jeff, and I hopped out of the limo. I had changed back into my regular leggings and shirt, and I was grateful to remove the skimpy lingerie they made me wear. But I needed new outfits to wear at home regardless.
The mall was cool inside compared to the summer air outside.
Humans were everywhere shopping, and I weaved between them, looking for a low-budget store. I had plenty of money right now, but I still felt like I needed to get a good deal. I’ve only been here a couple of times with my aunt because we were usually too busy working. I was stillfascinated by all the different shops, vendors, and loud music. Upon going to one of the discount stores, I saw a crying child cowering before his father, and I knew instantly something was very wrong here.
It alerted something deep inside me.
“You know not to touch the glass,” the father raged at him. He lifted his arm, and my heart pounded crazily in my chest as I ran towards them. I blocked his arm, grabbing the watch on his wrist. I was shocked by the heaviness of his arm and the force he was about to inflict on the child.
“How could you?!” I screamed at him, and he looked shocked for a moment. The shoppers around us stopped what they were doing and started pulling out their phones to record.
“I’m discipliningmychild,” he spat out, shaking his arm from my grip.
“Someone call the police,” I said with my eyes on him. I was seething, my heart pounding hard with adrenaline. I would rather take the blow instead of the kid getting hurt.
The shoppers ignored me, continuing on with their business like nothing happened. I walked away, glaring at him and keeping a watchful eye on the child as I walked into the shop.
Something about that unsettled me.
It angered me watching him talk to the kid that way. And it also brought flashbacks of my own father treating me the same way. It wasn’t just a parent simply disciplining their kid. It was the father’s tone of disregard and disrespect. Treating his kid like he was utter trash.
I knew the feeling all too well.
No longer filled with excitement, I shopped for shirts, perfume, and shoes. As the evening went on, the event from earlier began to dwindle away until I was excited again, holding all the bags in my hands. I even bought a bunch of oversized shirts for Aunt Julie, lotions, and a centerpiececandle for our trailer. Maybe one day we would move into an apartment once I got used to my new job.
“Ooh, what are all those bags?”my aunt asked, wide-eyed, when I stepped into the trailer with the bags rustling in my hands.
“I did a little shopping,” I said excitedly, pulling out everything I bought for her. I felt proud of myself for helping out massively and making our lives just a little bit easier. “Look.”
“Oh my gosh, Bree! You didn’t have to spend all your money,” she said woefully, clapping a hand to her mouth and holding the outfits up in her hands.
“It’s not even half of it,” I said, pulling the wad of one-thousand-five hundred left. I counted out five hundred and handed it over to her. “For any bills.”
