The Hot Sextuplets

She's not yours

"Did you really come here with Dean?" He asks as he watches her continue her endless search for her phone with the visible worry tainting her face.

The volume of her thick and curly hair bounces and sways with each movement, mesmerizing him like a cat to a Lazer pointer.

"What do you mean coming here with him?" She looks up at him, pressing her lips tightly as she watches him purposely sitting bare-chested to catch her attention despite his failed attempt at getting down with her. "I don't remember coming here at all, someone must have brought me here."

Entirely unconvinced, the man shifts his gaze to the door as it opens softly as one of his sextuplet brother walks in.

It isn't who he'd have guessed it to be, since it's the only name that has been on the tip of her tongue since he's talked to her, but an entirely different Sextuplet.

"Get out." Is the first thing Dominic hisses at his sibling who is sitting half naked on the bed that had nearly been disembodied by the unfamiliar woman in the room with him. "Why are you here anyway?"

"I was just checking the rooms when I came across this particular one." The bare-chested man grins out as he runs his fingers through his untamed hair while shifting his gaze towards the woman who is looking at Dominic, surprised to see the other famous Sextuplet of the Davon family.

The eyebags under his eyes reveal how much he hasn't slept all night and hasn't paid back his dept of sleep this morning.

Though it's clear he's not about to go back to bed.

"Actually I'm planning to bring a guest over tonight." He says as he playfully swings his feet up and propels himself off the bed, standing on his feet with a dramatic gesture. "Is she yours? The pretty woman?"

Aria frowns at this as she's now well aware of what she seems to be in the eyes of this Sextuplet.

He only views her as 'one of those ladies'. Something she'd rather not be mistaken for after her long and agonizing years of trying her best to maintain a perfect image.

"No." Dominic sighs as he crosses his arm on his chest and presses his lips together. "Get out, Cameron, Dean would shave half your head off when he knows what you were going to do to her."

"I didn't do anything." Cameron laughs out as he shrugs his shoulder and shoves his hands into his trousers. "Ask her."

"He was being inappropriate." Aria points out as she glanced up at Dominic who shifts his gaze to her.

"You're no fun." Cameron sighs and walks over to the door. "So that's Dean's girl, huh?"

"Employee." Dominic corrects as he watches his brother leave the room before turning to Aria who stiffens, unsure if this one would also try to pounce on her now that they are alone.

Noticing her stiffness, Dominic trails his eyes off to something in the room as he slithers his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"Dean probably wouldn't want to see me here. But he's taking a shower." Dominic explains as he brings his hand to the back of his neck and gives it a slight massage. "what do you work as, at his company?"

Aria sighs in relief as she eases her shoulders and takes a seat on the messed bed as she drops her gaze to her laps.

"I'm not anyone important. I just run someone else's tasks." She presses her lips together as she glances up at the tall masculine man standing a few feet from her.

She's have sworn she'd have thought they looked alike, considering they were born at the same time but neither of them resemble the other.

They all look different with their own unique eye shape, height and body shape.

Though... if I think about it... Dominic and Dean might be a little similar. Aria thinks to herself as she notices the build of their bodies almost match.

Her face warms up at the thought as she catches herself admiring Dominic's body, getting her to divert her eyes off to the wall instead.

"I see." Dominic nods slightly and drops his gaze down to Aria now, knowing she shouldn't feel too alert by him considering his carefully picked questions.

His eyes trace along the side of her face as she's staring at the wall, hardly noticing he's looking at her.

Dean must have taken a liking to her. Dominic thinks as his eyes trail down her shoulders, noticing the fit of his shirt on her and how her large chest is perfectly defined behind the fabric. He changed her shirt too.

Dropping his eyes further down, he notices how her slightly narrow waist widens out to her skirt and wide hips hiding underneath. Clear enough she's packing a few extra details.

She must be Dean's type.

"Are you hungry?" Dominic asks and clicks his tongue, making a 'tsk' sound as he brings his hand up to his forehead, giving himself a small smack. "Of course you are. Follow me, you should eat something."

"Wait... What's going on?" she asks as she gets up from the bed and hurries towards him as he walks out of the room. "Mr. Davon brought me here?"

"You were sick and unconscious yesterday." Dominic explains as he glances down at the woman walking beside him. "The doctor treated you once he brought you in."

"Oh." Aria nods her head as her face suddenly feels warm from the thought that her boss... carried her.

In his arms.

or not.

"Are you the first born?" Aria asks and Dominic smiles down at her.

"No. I'm the second. Why, do I seem older?" He asks and Aria nods her head in agreement while lacing her fingers together. "The eldest isn't Dean either. he's after me. You'll know who the eldest is when you see him."

Aria slowly nods her head as she shifts her gaze from him to the room they are stepping into, only to widen her eyes in shock as the stares into the kitchen.

It's not just a kitchen, but a combination of a dinning room and kitchen as large as a normal sized home.

the floors are a pure clear pearly white along with the countertops that are polished clean with not a speck of dust in sight.

the wooden parts of the furniture in the kitchen are a dark chocolate brown and black with golden handles and counter edges.

A kitchen this big needed to have two maids to maintain its clean state which Aria can spot are cooking the breakfast of six different men.

each meal seemingly tailored to the tastes and wants of each sextuplet, neither being identical tastes as they all seem to have their own preferences.

The already made meals are lined onto the dining table, each on each seat and decorated in preference to each sextuplet as well.

Aria stares down at the only seat with small countless glass containers packed with different meals orbiting a pure white mug plate along with a small bowl sitting beside it as the different forks and spoons are laid almost to precision on the fancy table mats.

The rest of the seats with meals either had just one plate with the meal sitting on it and covered with a fancy glass lid or an extra container for any siders.

but it wasn't as fancy as the complete obvious one.

"This is the breakfast of the oldest, right?" She asks as she marvels at the fancy setting of the seat, as though it has been made for a king.

"You guessed right." Dominic nods his head as he takes his seat. "Come sit here, next to me."

Aria follows as told and stares down at the meal in front of her, and she's well aware it wasn't made for her as the setting also seems to be tailor made for someone.

It's not as fancy as the first one, but it seems precisely done.

"Who's spot is it for?" Aria asks as she glances up at Dominic who shrugs his shoulders and behind to eat his food.

feel glad he hasn't met the second playful sibling.

"It's yours, just enjoy the meal." Dominic explains and Aria slowly nods her head before lifting the lid, only to widen her eyes at the aroma rushing into her nose, getting her stomach to clench tightly as her mouth begins to salivate.

She quickly grabs a fork and knife, digging into the perfectly grilled steak and eggs that has been paired with a side salad and some thinly sliced bread.

This doesn't feel like breakfast... being rich must be nice. Aria sighs to herself as the juicy taste of the meat covers her tongue like a blanket.

One of the maid takes her last meal of the morning to the table, only to notice the strange woman sitting on one of the sextuplet's seats.

Feeling slightly irritated that she has to remake the entire dish once more as she sets the table for the last sextuplet before heading back to the fridge.