Cormac stepped quickly down the winding stairs. His shoes clicked on the old stone floors and the small windows let in beams of light from the bright summer day outside. He scowled at the cheeriness of the day as he finally reached the bottom floor of his house, if you could call it that. He had inherited the mansion from a long line of family members, whom he had never even met.
It was three stories tall and looked like something out of a book of fairy tales. In a secluded spot, its beauty was not often seen by the general public. The outside of the home was decorated with flowers and plants, most of which Cormac had never even seen. His housekeeper took care of most everything, including the surrounding grounds. The first floor consisted of the opening hallway, with two winding stairs reaching up to the second floor. Also on the bottom floor was the kitchen, very large and modern in comparison to the medieval house, the dining room, and the living room. The living room was the largest room of the house and held the beautiful grand piano facing the large bay windows that were never open, and a magnificent fireplace. Up the winding stairs held the second floor, with bedrooms and bathrooms; and up the single winding staircase, the attic.
Cormac sat down at the old piano and began playing. The music drifted through the house as Richard walked down the stairs, watching him play for a while, before interrupting him. He cleared his throat loudly and Cormac stopped playing.
"Sir, it's getting late," Richard said. Cormac stayed silent for a moment.
"Go to bed, Richard. I'll be up awhile longer," Cormac instructed. Richard watched his slim back slouch over the keys of the piano as he wiped invisible pieces of dust off of them.
"Yes, sir," Richard turned and left the room, leaving Cormac behind.
It was midnight when Cormac heard the quiet voices. The house had long gone dark; but he prefered the dark. The voices were unmistakably children's voices. They were whispered and at one of the bay windows in the living room. Cormac sighed and walked over to the large windows. He opened them quickly and the whispering children gasped and turned to face him with eyes wide with fear. They stood in pure fright, unable to move or speak.
"Get out of here," Cormac growled. The children screamed and ran away from his scarred and pale face.
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"Breakfast is ready, Sir," Richards cheery voice pierced his sleep-clogged mind and the bright morning sun broke through the barrier his eyelids created. He opened one eye to see Richard pulling back the blinds, letting in the bright morning sun. He turned his head away and growled.
"It's nothing I haven't seen before, Sir," Richard laughed and walked back downstairs. Cormac sighed before swinging out of bed and getting dressed.
He stepped into the dining room to see his breakfast laid out before his usual seat.
"You're too good to me, Richard," Cormac chuckled. Richard poked his head out of the kitchen doorway.
"With how much you pay me, I'm not good enough and I never will be," he smiled.
"You deserve every penny." Cormac sat and ate. He had inherited a large amount of money and would never have to work a day in his life, for that he was thankful. Years before he had hired Richard as a housekeeper, butler, groundskeeper, and more. Richard did an amazing job and was paid more than most doctors made. He was also allowed free room and food.
"Aren't you going to come join me?" Cormac called out as he ate his food.
"Afraid not, Sir. I have to go to the store. Speaking of which-"
"I'll fill out the check," Cormac said with a mouth full of bacon.
"Thank you, Sir," Richard shouted from inside the kitchen.
As soon as he was done eating he went to the piano and got to work.
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David finished unpacking the last of the boxes and moved to get dinner ready. He prepared some steaks and potatoes with biscuits. He set the two plates down and called for his son.
"Aiden, dinner is ready!" he yelled out the door. He heard a few goodbyes and then his son appeared in the back door. He sat down and began eating.
"Make some new friends?" David asked as he chewed steak.
"Yeah, a couple. There's a monster here," Aiden said. David raised an eyebrow.
"A monster?" he tried not to laugh.
"Really there is! My friends saw it last night!" Aiden said.
"Uh huh... and where does this monster live?" David asked.
"Down the street, in that big house," David swallowed.
"If a monster has that much money, he has the right to be a monster," David laughed. Aiden rolled his eyes and continued eating.
A year ago David had divorced his wife, after telling her he was gay. He had always known it but when their parents set them up he had gotten her pregnant and they did what they thought was the responsible thing and got married. They had stayed married for four years until David couldn't stand being unhappy anymore. It had been a messy divorce but because she didn't have a job, and had a history of drug abuse, he had won custody of Aiden. Now five years old, Aiden was happy to live with his father and they had decided to start fresh by moving to a new town.
After dinner, the two got ready for bed and David took a shower. Once he stepped out of the hot shower and wiped the steam off the mirror he studied himself. He was six feet tall with well defined muscle. Not like a bodybuilder, but well enough so that when he flexed you could see the work he put into keeping his body fit. His brown hair was wet from his shower but was cut short and clean. His green eyes reflected the light and made them glow. He studied himself for a moment before nodding.
'I can still get a man,' he told himself. He dried himself off and looked down at his flaccid dick.
"We can still get a man," he muttered to his six inch soft cock. He chuckled before he crawled into bed.
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Richard returned a short time later with groceries that he put away quickly. He moved on to clean the house and do the laundry. When he was finished with his duties around the house he went to find Cormac.
"Sir, any requests for dinner tonight?" Cormac sat in the living room at the piano, the room was dark and the curtains were drawn tight.
"No," Cormac said bitterly. Richard sighed and moved over to the windows to opened the curtains.
"Hey!" Cormac growled.
"You can't just sit here and pout all day. Go outside, do something. Everyday it's the same old thing," Richard said.
"Do I look like I could go do something in public?" Cormac asked. Richard stared at his scarred face.
"Yes, just don't let the people get to you," Richard said.
"Liar," Cormac growled. He stroked one of the longer scars on his face in thought.
"You have nearly a whole continent of land. Maybe don't go in public, but at least go outside," Richard pleaded.
"For once Richard, mind your own damn business and get back to work," Cormac huffed. Richard stared at him for a moment before leaving the room.
He stopped at the entrance and without turning said, "just because you have a messed up face doesn't mean you have a messed up life."
Cormac stared at the pearly white keys of the piano silently. He stood and went up to his room, without dinner. He quickly stripped and crawled into bed, falling asleep quickly.
