Villain Ch 2039. First Night
The first night didn't go the way people probably imagined.
There were no wild moans echoing off gold-framed walls.
No walls shaking.
No sultry chaos or nine girl orgy that the tabloids would absolutely try to write about in graphic detail later.
No.
What really happened was quiet.
Soft.
Simple.
After a long hot bath, which took rotating turns through the mansion's absurdly oversized marble tub, the girls changed into silk robes and pajamas, stole bites of warm supper from trays brought up to the bedroom, and collapsed.
One by one.
On his bed.
Allen's bed.
Well, their bed now.
Huge, custom-made, sheets soft as clouds, with too many pillows and a headboard carved from dark wood imported from somewhere none of them could pronounce. They all piled into it like kids after a sleepover. Hair still damp. Makeup washed away. Dresses hanging in wardrobes. The long train of the day finally caught up with them.
