Chapter 389: You Made the Rules

Mia and Debbie did not let go of him after it ended.

They stayed naked on either side of Lucas, bodies still warm and damp from everything that had happened. Mia had one thigh thrown over his hip, her full breasts mashed against his ribs, cheek on his shoulder. Debbie was glued to the other side, arm locked across his stomach, soft tits pressed flat to his chest, one leg tangled between his. Every time either of them shifted in half-sleep, bare skin slid against bare skin. The sheets under them were ruined. The air in the room still smelled like sex.

Lucas was already out, breathing slow between them, one hand resting lazily on Debbie’s waist, the other trapped under Mia’s back. Neither girl cared. They held him tighter and sank into the kind of heavy, satisfied sleep that only came after being stretched, fucked, and filled until their legs stopped working.

By morning they had barely moved.

It was past eight.

Downstairs, Daisy was alone in the kitchen. Hair tied up, face washed, standing over the stove out of pure habit. The house felt wrong. Too quiet. No footsteps. No voices. Nobody coming down to steal food or complain about the smell of oil.

She told herself people were just sleeping in.

It still felt strange that she was the only one making breakfast.

Soft steps came down the stairs.

Gracie appeared at the bottom, still looking like she was not fully sure which parts of the house she was allowed to walk through freely. Daisy glanced over.

"Morning."

"Morning."

Daisy flipped something in the pan, then asked without looking up, "Where is everybody? They go out?"

Gracie shook her head. "I don’t know. Debbie’s room is empty. Mia’s too. I checked your room and found you here."

Daisy’s hand paused.

"Only Richelle is in her room," Gracie added. "Laptop open. On calls. Looks like work."

That made Daisy turn.

Empty rooms. Only Richelle busy. Nobody else downstairs.

"What about Lucas?" she asked. "You check him?"

Gracie hesitated.

Just long enough to show it. Her eyes did not meet Daisy’s right away. There was a small awkwardness there, the kind that came from not knowing exactly where she stood with him yet and not wanting to walk into his bedroom like she had the right.

"No," she said. "I didn’t."

Daisy stared at her for a second. The quiet in the house suddenly felt less normal and more suspicious.

She wiped her hands on a towel and nodded toward the stairs.

"Let’s go check."

Daisy led. Gracie followed. Neither spoke. Every step up made the silence heavier. At Lucas’s door Daisy knocked once.

Nothing.

She waited, then turned the handle and pushed it open like she expected to find him half-asleep on his phone.

She stopped dead.

Gracie almost walked into her back.

The room told everything before anyone spoke. Clothes were thrown from the doorway to the bed. Shirt. Panties. Nightwear yanked off and left where it fell. On the mattress, Mia and Debbie were still wrapped around Lucas, completely bare. Legs tangled over his. Full breasts pressed into his chest and side. Both of them holding him like they had claimed the spot in their sleep and had no plans of giving it up.

For a second Daisy just stared.

Then her face changed.

The shock did not last. It turned sharp and ugly fast, like something in her chest flipped straight from confusion into betrayal.

"Are you serious?"

Her voice cut the room open.

Debbie stirred first. Her cheek was still pressed to Lucas’s chest when her eyes opened, soft and unfocused, still half inside whatever dream she had been having. For a second she did not understand the noise. Then she felt the bare skin against hers, the heavy arm around her waist, Mia’s leg thrown over both of them, and the memory of the night came back at the same time as Daisy’s shouting.

Mia shifted next with a small sound, her full breasts dragging across Lucas’s side as she turned. The sheet slipped lower on her. She blinked hard, still not fully awake, and only then registered the open door and the figure standing inside it.

Lucas woke last. One blink. Then the volume hit him.

Daisy was already coming closer.

"You made the rules," she snapped, finger pointed straight at Debbie. "You said leave him alone. You stood there saying it like you were in charge. One night. Rest. No one bothers him. Then you two crawled into his bed behind my back?"

Debbie sat up fast, suddenly wide awake. The sheet fell away from her chest completely. Her tits were out in full view and she grabbed for the fabric too late, yanking it up with one hand while the other reached toward her sister.

"Daisy~"

"No. Don’t Daisy me." Daisy’s voice climbed. "Look at this. Look at both of you. Clothes everywhere. Both of you naked on him. And you want to talk?"

She was facing Mia and Debbie together now, anger pouring out of her without any pause. Mia pulled the sheet higher on pure instinct, face already guilty, one bare shoulder still showing. She opened her mouth once and closed it again. There was nothing useful to say while Daisy was like this.

Debbie tried again, shifting forward on the bed, still holding the sheet to her chest with one hand and reaching for Daisy’s arm with the other.

"Just calm down. Let me~"

"Calm down?" Daisy stepped closer to the bed. "You lectured us. You stood there and made it sound like you were protecting him. And the whole time you were planning to end up right here?"

"I didn’t plan anything," Debbie shot back, voice rising despite herself.

"Then what is this?" Daisy pointed at the bed, at the tangled sheets, at Mia still half pressed against Lucas’s side. "What does this look like to you?"

Mia finally found her voice, quiet and rough from sleep.

"Daisy, it wasn’t like that."

"Don’t." Daisy did not even look at her fully. "I don’t want to hear it from you either. Both of you. Greedy. That’s what this is."

Behind them, Gracie stayed by the doorway. She had not stepped inside. One hand was still near the frame like she might leave at any second. Her eyes moved from the clothes on the floor to the two bare girls on the bed, then to Daisy’s face. Whatever picture she had built of this house was coming apart in real time. She did not speak. She just watched.

Lucas sat up, the sheet falling to his waist.

"Daisy," he started, voice even. "Just~"

She turned on him immediately.

"Stay out of it."

The words were sharp enough to stop him cold.

"This is them." She pointed hard between Debbie and Mia. "They’re the ones who got greedy. You don’t talk. Not right now."

Lucas looked at her for a second longer. The shouting was still bouncing off the walls. Debbie was still trying to get a hand on her sister’s arm. Mia was still holding the sheet like it could protect her from the argument. Gracie was still frozen near the door.

He shut his mouth.

He did not argue.

While Daisy kept going and Debbie kept failing to hold her back, Lucas reached for the phone on the bedside table. The noise around him did not drop. He unlocked the screen, opened a chat, and typed a short message to Bennett.

You free today? Need to meet.

He hit send without waiting for the room to calm down.