Family Dinner (2)

I snorted to laughter. “Are you kidding me? Am I like a prostitute you can toss around?”
Apparently, Alexander was serious. I tried looking at the other three men for support. But Renald was busy eating, while Tony and Michael avoided my gaze.
“You are the Lady, Arianna,” Alexander explained again, “You have to pick one of us as the Dark Lord.”
“So… What? You’ll just take turn dating me until I point one of you as the Dark Lord?” My voice rose again, higher than I expected.
To my annoyance, Alexander jabbed a slice of meat with his fork and forced it to my mouth instead of answering my question. Since my mouth was opened, I had to accept the meat. So, I chewed and swallowed quickly. I still had so many questions burning inside me.
“How am I supposed to crown one of you, anyway?”
This time, Alexander shrugged. “Only you would know.”
“Well, I don’t!”
“Then you’ll know once it is time.” He forked another piece of meat. But before he could force it on my mouth again, I had grabbed the fork. He glared at my rude behavior yet I did not care.
“Until it is time, just date each of us,” he said, “You’ll spend a day with one man only. You can eat with them, dance, have sex–“
“What?”
“Sex, Arianna,” he said, “You know, that thing we usually did every day when you were still my sugar baby?”
I felt the heat rising to my cheeks.
“You can even make babies with each man. And you can be pregnant multiple times until you crown one of us,” he said in a condescending tone. As if I was a real slut and a sex craze.
“Enough,” I muttered. I did not like it one bit. To date each man? Well, they were hot. But they were strangers to me. Plus, they were supernatural beings!
“Why are you pretending to be innocent?” Alexander sneered at her, “You used to suck my cock every day with that unique technique of yours.”
“Stop it.” It was embarrassing to hear that straight from Alexander’s mouth. Especially in the presence of three other men. It was personal and it should stay between us. And yet he talked about it like it was nothing.
“What was the name of the technique? Ah, Arianna’s Magic?”
“I said stop it, Alexander!”
“Are you for real?” he asked, “Because you usually said that for our roleplay and that is our code that you wanted it rougher–“
My hand moved on its own. A moment before, I saw Alexander blabber about my personal experience. The next, I saw my hand had poured a glass of water to his face. The head of the family was drenched. At least, it stopped his foul mouth.
I could hear Michael and Javier gasped. Even Renald and Tony stopped their eating.
We only stared at each other for the next several seconds. He looked at me angrily, while I tried to make sense of what I had just done.
“You’ll start dating each of us by tomorrow,” he said. His lip line went straight. “You must attend family dinner every day. And you can start working on your… project whenever.”
He threw a napkin to his plate that had not been touched at all. Then he stood up. I felt the panic sinking into me once his body leaned on my chair. He put one hand on the top of my chair and the other on the table in front of me. His face was so close that I could not breathe. I kept thinking that I just made an immortal sorcerer mad and it would not end well.
“Behave, Ann,” he hissed in a deep tone. I knew so well that he was threatening me. “Or else.”
I did not dare to ask what he meant. My breathing became laborious as I nodded. He suddenly turned his body and walked out of the door of the dining room, closing the door with a loud bang.
I exhaled a breath once I saw his figure gone. The maid approached me after several minutes and asked me if I want to be escorted to my room. As I felt really drained, I nodded at her. Then I saw the fallen gazes of Renald and Tony. I picked up the message that the dinner would have to be over once both the ‘Father’ and ‘Mother’ were finished.
“I’ll be going first,” I said, “But please continue your meal to your content.” Renald’s eyes lit up at my permission. Tony nodded at me as if to say thanks. While Michael… well, he was still the cold and expressionless Michael.
It was weird for me seeing that three supernatural men relied on my permission. But I did not ponder on the thought much longer. I quickly followed the maid to my assumed room.
I really just wanted to sleep it out for once. I would think more about what just happened once I got up.
But things seemed to only get worse after that. Worse. And Steamy. But still... worse.