A few hours ago
Linnea's POV
"Stop standing there and organize my clothes." After she finished filing her nails, she lay on her bed and fixed her gaze on me.
I didn't say anything to her; I didn't refuse her orders either and went ahead to do as she asked.
I was still organizing her clothes when there was a knock at the door.
"Yes, come in," Madison called out. The door opened, and one of her father's men entered the room. He was one of her father's newest men—young and quite handsome.
"Alex!" Madison giggled when she saw him.
"Good evening, Miss," Alex greeted her.
"What are you doing? Come here," she winked at him.
"I am here to deliver a message," he hesitated.
"Come to bed, are you shy?" Madison sat up and pouted her lips. She has also seduced him. Well, I'm not surprised. She'll get bored after a few rounds of sex with him. Or she could go on, too.
"I... It's..." Alex looked at me, unsure.
"Don't mind her, just come here; you promised me something, but you failed to fulfill it," she whined.
"It's just that..." He started moving toward her, "I came here a few days back, but you were busy, so I couldn't meet you."
"I was?" Madison said with surprise. When Alex finally got to her, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around his neck. She also pressed her lips against his.
"I love your lips; they're edible." After the kiss, she softly touched his lips.
"Thank you. I have a message from your father."
"Can't this message wait? What about your promise? I also want to taste some of your dick." She made a cute face while reaching for his manhood. The second her hand touched his dick, he jerked. He attempted to back away, but Madison didn't let go.
"Are you shy? You're still soft," she said, starting to stroke him through his pants.
"Miss, I don't think this is appropriate. It's working hours, and your father needs me in his office. He sent me here to—shit!" He jumped. "He wants me to pass a message to... to..." Another jump, then a groan.
Madison finally reached into his pants after seeing how hard he'd become in just a few seconds. His arousal excited her, so she unzipped his pants and immediately brought out his lengthy cock.
"Miss, please..." he begged, looking helpless. "Let's not do this, at least not now. Not here." It was obvious that he didn't want to have sex with her now, but his body was betraying him. Madison also wouldn't listen.
"Here is the perfect spot, though," she said, stroking him for a few more seconds before finally taking him into her mouth.
The second her wet mouth covered half of him, Alex started shaking. He began tapping his feet on the floor, sucked in a breath, closed his eyes, and clenched his hands into tight fists.
Madison is good with her mouth. I've seen how good she is; she makes men climax hard during blowjobs. Her hands and mouth work in perfect sync, and a few minutes into the act, the men are jerking and releasing.
As expected, it didn't take long before he started swelling in her mouth. With a deep groan, he released some of his precum into her mouth.
"Forgive me, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I didn't mean to do that."
"It's okay," Madison said, licking his semen off her hands and face.
"Release the rest, don't hold back." She carefully covered him with her hands and mouth; after a few strokes and deep throats, he released the rest into her.
"Good boy," Madison said, squeezing his butt after swallowing everything.
"You can wear your pants now." Alex didn't need to be told twice; he quickly fixed his pants.
"The Alpha Triplets will be here by 8:00 p.m. for dinner; you have to get dressed before then," Alex said.
"The Alpha Triplets?" Madison's eyes widened.
"Yes. I'll take my leave now," Alex said, rushing to the door; he opened it and hurriedly left.
"The Alphas? My mates? They'll be here? They never informed me about this. Is this a special arrangement they made with Dad?" Madison spoke out loud. "Are they planning to surprise me?" A smile appeared on her face, and she jumped down from the bed.
"I need to get ready," she giggled and ran into her closet.
"Come here," she called for me, and I went to her.
"Which dress should I wear? Pick one; this section is part of the new collection," she informed me.
"The red dress," I said, randomly picking a red gown.
"The red one?" She picked it up and examined it; after looking it over, she shook her head.
"Nope, it's not good enough for dinner; choose another."
I pointed at a different dress, a long black gown this time, but she refused.
"No, the neckline is too open; Dad hates to see me in such dresses," she rejected it.
"Pick another."
I pointed at a yellow dress, and she also gave an excuse.
She's sick in the head; she makes me do this every time she has an event to attend. But she never goes with any of my selections. I don't even bother anymore. She's a sociopath, that's what she is.
"I think this dress is perfect." She picked a white gown and sized it up. "It's perfect for dinner."
But the chest area is very open. I thought she claimed that Beta Benjamin doesn't like such dresses. This dress is worse than the one I picked.
She likes seeing me worn out.
"My hair—you have to start styling my hair. Also, do my makeup." She sat down in front of the mirror.
"Which hairstyle will suit this gown?" she asked me.
I'm not even a hairstylist or a makeup artist, but she makes me style her hair, only to end up with many complaints. Then she'll call a professional, who will hurriedly style her hair and adjust her makeup.
She's too problematic. I wish I could get away from her, but the only way of escape has been made difficult by her! But will I give up? No, I won't! I will leave this hellish pack in two days!