Family Evening

The room was bathed in the warm, low light of the evening lamps. Outside, the wind whispered against the windows, but inside, everything was still—except for the deliberate, intimate movements that defined the space.

Garrett sat relaxed on the couch, a folder in his hands containing the documents Farida had brought earlier that afternoon. Beside him, Simone knelt as she so often did in the evenings, her hand working his shaft with a steady rhythm while he read. On the rug in front of the TV, Nia lay sprawled out, the glow of the screen flickering across her face. Her body was still, but her eyes occasionally darted toward the others, betraying her awareness of every sound in the room.

Lexi lounged on the opposite couch, posture dripping with casual dominance, her feet resting on Worthless’ thighs. The woman tended to her dutifully, the slow movements of her hands almost ritualistic. Farida stood motionless in the corner—posture perfect, gaze lowered, every breath measured, waiting for orders.

Garrett turned the last pages, set the folder aside, and gave Simone a subtle hand signal. Without hesitation, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. His gaze shifted to Lexi.

“Your training is complete, I see,” he said, voice calm but edged with approval. “And you’ve made quite the use of your experimental subject. You’ve changed, Lexi. You’re not the hesitant girl you were before.”

Lexi’s grin spread slow and confident, her eyes bright. “Yeah… trying everything on one person might have been a bit much, but she deserved every bit of it, didn’t you?” she asked Worthless.

Worthless answered without hesitation, “You’re still too good to me, Goddess.”

Lexi smirked. “I know… and you talk too much. Program: Footstool.” Worthless’ eyes instantly went glassy, her body shifting into the perfect footrest position. Lexi rested her feet on her, gaze never leaving Garrett.

“I learned from the best. I’m sharper now, more decisive. You wanted someone who could take control—now I am that someone.”

Garrett studied her for a long moment, taking in not just her words but the way she filled the space, the subtle ease with which she commanded attention. “Not just decisive—you’ve stopped doubting yourself. You act, and you don’t look back. That’s the difference between someone who follows orders and someone who shapes outcomes.”

Lexi’s eyes lit with satisfaction. “And I like shaping outcomes. I like the way they look at me now—the fear, the respect. It’s addictive.”

“That’s because you’ve embraced what you are,” Garrett replied, his voice low. “Not everyone can. Most crumble, or hesitate at the wrong moment. You didn’t.”

She tilted her head, her tone playful yet sincere. “Maybe I just wanted to make you proud.”

“You have,” Garrett said, a rare, genuine smile on his lips. “And that makes you more dangerous than they’ll ever realize.”

“Then let’s be dangerous together. Dad, are we moving forward with the plan now? Thanks to my trash here”—she nudged Worthless with her foot—“I finally have a dorm room.”

“Yes,” Garrett replied. “I’ll handle the small investors and Professors Park and Mahfouz so we can operate freely in the background. You bring Anjila under control—she’s the most important target for our plans.”

Lexi’s grin deepened, a calculating glint in her eyes. “She’s perfect for it. Always so composed, so sure she’s in charge. I want to stand beside her, smile at her… until she’s looking up at me, waiting for permission to speak. I’ll make her my sweet, obedient little girlfriend in every way that matters. And I already know how to start—we’re meeting in the next few days for that paper from your class, Dad. Who knows… maybe she’ll even start to think she’s falling for me.” Her gaze drifted for a moment, almost tasting the thought.

Simone broke her rhythm just long enough to lift her mouth from Garrett’s shaft, murmur, “She’d be lucky to have you as her girlfriend,” and then immediately take him back into her mouth, resuming her work without hesitation.

“You’re right, Mommy Slut,” Lexi replied with a predatory smile. “She would—and out of gratitude, she’ll probably do everything I want.”

Garrett’s eyes glinted, his tone approving but firm. “You’ve thought this through—good. Don’t let anything or anyone pull your focus now.”

“I won’t, Dad,” Lexi said smoothly, her gaze narrowing. “But what if, along the way, I catch one or two more bitches in my net?”

Garrett’s smile was faint but approving. “That appetite of yours will serve us well—just leave Amara untouched. We save her for the end.”

From the side, Nia’s small voice broke the rhythm. “Is Amara coming back soon?”

Lexi looked at her with mock curiosity. “Do you miss her?”

Nia shook her head, eyes wide. “No… you’re my real big sister. But…” She lowered her gaze. “I want her to enjoy being part of the family. Like Mom and me.”

Garrett’s eyes softened slightly as he gave a knowing smile. “She will, babygirl.”

Simone’s rhythm quickened; Garrett’s hand came to rest on her head, fingers threading into her hair. His voice stayed calm even as his breathing deepened. “This is how it works, Lexi. We take what we want, we mold it, and when it’s perfect—we keep it.”

Lexi’s eyes stayed locked on his, the unspoken promise between them charged with intent.

Moments later, his release filled Simone’s mouth, and she swallowed without hesitation.

“Thank you,” she murmured softly, her lips still close to him.

Garrett leaned back, his tone deliberate and certain, one last glance passing between him and Lexi like a sealed pact. “We’re almost there. Soon, we’ll have exactly what we want—and they’ll never see it coming.”

Author’s note:

I hope I’ve managed to capture the essence of the “villainy” here without revealing too much of the final goal. My aim is to finish this story by August 28th, as I’ll be away on my honeymoon for a month afterwards—fingers crossed it all comes together in time. I’m also working in the background on the second story that won in the recent voting, though I may shelve or scale it down; nothing I’ve produced so far feels quite right. That said, I have many other ideas I’d love to offer you instead. I hope you’ll forgive me if this ends up being a short, intense piece of around 20 chapters or less.