Alone at home, after the thunderstorm, the two siblings Jake and Joel Cypher were all alone. They had no parents to wait for, or any relatives to depend on. They were completely on their own in this world.

One could say that things weren't doing great for this small family of two, but they were a happy family, being each other's strength and striving hard for each other.

The 23 year-old Jake, has to work at the construction site, to earn a living while studying. While the 26 year-old Joel has to work many odd jobs both as many as an office job just to earn a living and support the brother's education, since she had decided to quit school for her brother.

On the night of their father's death, she was at a party with her friends.

Her phone rang constantly that night, and she had the feeling that the caller might explode out of anger, so she quickly went outside to answer the call.

"Jake, didn't I tell dad and mom that I'm at a party with friends? Why are you calling?" she asked.

"You should come home quickly, dad asks for you." he announced.

Why? Couldn't her parents miss her any longer that she was being asked for? What In the world is going on? The thought was keen in her thoughts that she didn't know when she replied, "alright, tell them I'm on my way." She answered hanging up.

After a few minutes of self thought, she waved at the coming cab, thereby halting it.

"Jackson hills Street please." she said. The driver drove her to the street she lives in.

Upon reaching, she had paid and rushed inside.

Her mother was sitting glued to her seat. While her brother was probably in the father's room.

"Mother." she called. But she was unresponsive. After many attempts, she gave up and went to the father's room. But the sight got her depressed.

Her father's body was pale white like the ghosts in horror movies, his lips slightly agape and the wheelchair she couldn't remember when her father suddenly needed the support of that heart tormenting medical tool. She tried to remain calm and collected like they've always taught her to be. Just a night out, the father was already like a dead man.

... No, she shouldn't say that. Her father might die just with her careless thinking faculty.

"Dad." she started. "Can you hear me?" she asked again.

"Hm mm... is that you, Joel?" the father struggled to make words audible.

"Yes...yes dad it's me. Your daughter Joel." she responded holding his palm feeling the cold wailing up in her chest.

"I can finally go now I've met my children. " He smiled.

"Why should you go? Where are you going?" she started again, trying to act composed.

In front of her, her father smiled like he used to just that it was forced. The man had tried to stay awake despite knowing the fact that he was dying. He tried to see his family for the last time, before finally giving up the ghost. He wanted to make sure that his family was complete. His wife had stayed with him. Though he knew the wife purposely refused to stand up from the place she had hidden herself, because she can't bear the loss of losing her string of life.

But he was content. He was satisfied. Just the wife being absent couldn't restrain the joy in his heart. He would die a happy man.

Take care you mother and your younger brother was the last thing that she heard before she saw that beautiful smile faltering and the palm she held, suddenly became lifeless.

"Dad! Dad!! Dad!!!" she called. Shaking her father up continuously, the strong feeling of resentment towards death was impeccable.

Beside her was her brother who was man enough to cuddle his sister, allowing the elder to cry sorrowfully in his arms. Tapping her back gently and caressing her hair as if to assure her that he was there with her. That he would be a brother and a father to her.

Jake on the other hand, saw his father suddenly shaking and trembling. He has heard the father whisper. Call Joel... Call Joel multiple times.

And now, right in front of him, the man who was like the shield of the family, had left in the unknown land of the underworld, if he had listened correctly to the teachings of his mythical teacher, who had taught them correctly.

He was just nineteen as of that time when the sudden death occurred.

A few days after the father's death, the mother couldn't handle it and left the world with the father. Thereby, leaving the kids to fend for themselves.

Suddenly working at the gym helping the new members guide them on what to and what not to do.

Her phone rang.

"Hello?" she asked.

"Is this Joel Cypher on the line?" the caller asked.

"Yes, who's this?" she queried.

The next line shocked her. She quickly dashed out leaving everyone that saw her dazed and surprised.

Arriving at the hospital, she made way to the receptionist center.

"What ward is Jake Cypher in?" she asked.

"Hold on." the receptionist smiled.

"Jake Cypher... Third floor by the right..room105" she replied.

Joel thanked the lady still showing her her white teeth.

Out again in search of the ward. To her, it was eternity, but to the original time, it was only a few minutes.

Opening the door, she first took sight of the unrecognizable figure lying on the bed. this made her remember the scene she saw during her father's death.

They had told her that he suffered from a stroke. The father's stroke was hereditary. Luckily, the brother doesn't have that kind of fate. But that wasn't the case. The mother died of the depression of losing her other half, the father died of a stroke that he had refused to treat, because the money spent would be bigger than the money used in training the children.

Now, the scene she was seeing was completely different.

A boy using an oxygen pipe to breathe, bandages all over his head. A lot of medical tools she didn't care to notice. As long as it could save him and keep him alive, there is no need.

"What happened to my brother?"

"Hmph!" the doctor sighed. "According to the people that brought him here, he was hit on the head. The machine used to lift the cement malfunctioned thereby making the cement fall right on top of him. He was trying to protect a girl from being hit. I must say, your brother is very strong indeed. With the blood loss, it was almost impossible to stop the bleeding and stabilize him. But he needs urgent surgery, otherwise, I can't determine his safety." the doctor stated.

Joel stood there looking at the unrecognizable figure not minding whether the doctors and nurses had all left..

Fool!! I told you, didn't I? The job is dangerous. Why?! Why are you taking unnecessary risk? she thought aloud.

Completely oblivious, she stared at her brother as if wanting to dig holes into him.

Later that day, she was asked to meet the so so person in charge of payment.

Two million!!! where would she get that kind of money? that was a whole lot.

After collecting the bills, she kissed her brother's bandaged forehead, before setting out on a journey of 'DO NOT REST UNTIL THE MONEY IS OBTAINED.' new kind of rules.

Just like that, Joel Cypher learned to be a multiple worker. Her feeding is one thing and her brother's surgery fee is another.

No matter how hard she worked, she can't seem to exceed more than a thousand dollars.

Selling the house her parents left for them, making her live on the street but, that only made matters worse.

For the first time, she felt glad that her brother was hospitalized. The reason is not because she wanted it to happen, at least, her brother has a roof above his head, unlike her living from cave to streets.

Closing to her afternoon shifts, ber phone buzzed.

"This is Joel Cypher speaking— alright, I'll be right there." she answered taking the nearby cab to the place.

Reaching a beautiful extravaganza of a house, she couldn't help but be marveled. Just as she entered, the sign board had it boldly written "The Windsmoff Estate"

As the name goes, the owner of that name, is an all in all business billionaire. With businesses all over the country. The best upon the best. The overall business woman with lots of shares and the richest in the whole world,'Ashley Windsmoff '

Today, Joel was graced to be the cleaner for the whole week.

When she heard the news that she had passed the test of being the cleaner of the well respected Ms.Windsmoff, she was glad and scared. Glad because the pay could be her all round salary. Meaning, the money she earned just for cleaning that house a day, is three times the money she was to earn if she added all her part times together for a whole three months.

And scared, because rich people are scary. Not to talk of the richest in the whole wide world. She has to make sure to earn her trust in order for her to be in the good books of the wealthy lady.

The door opened showing a slim lady in suit. The lady, had a pony tail hairstyle and her bosom slightly chested out.

"I'm Joel..."

"Joel Cypher, my boss awaits you." she interrupted her.

Joel smiled awkwardly. "Where is she?" she asked trying to be the usual calm and collected.

"follow me" was all the lady said.

They walked the huge stairs. Elevators would suit that kind of heart breaking and feet wrecking stairs. Just as she thought, looking at her left, before stepping onto the Everlong stairs, was the elevator she was thinking about. But on top of the elevator, there was a sign "VIPs only" written boldly.

What a show off... She had inwardly thought.

The knock on the door, brought her back to reality.

"She's here ma'am." the lady said.

After hearing something Joel didn't want to ponder, the lady ushered her in.

Age, is really just nothing but a number. Otherwise, what could explain what she saw.

she had wanted to go back to the lady who just left, for her to explain what prank she was trying to pull.

The person in there, utterly looks like a kid who was begging for a babysitter but with a bossy aura.

This isn't a cleaning job, but a babysitting job.

"Not bad." was enough to tell Joel that her whole dignity as a lady was being crushed by this overbearing girl, who sat on that 3-4 million priced chair..

"You haven't seen a face this young or, you haven't seen a rich young face?"

Exactly! You, young asshole— I mean, ma'am.

"Don't worry I'm sure we're age mates or I'm slightly older than you."

This young? I'm twenty six years old. Who the fuck are you trying to kid with?

"Are you sure you're here to clean, or you're here to look at me for eternity?" the voice was ever calm and melodious.

"Ahh, I'm sorry. I was just stupefied." she sincerely apologized still a little surprised.

The girl waved at her and sing-songed. "Hmm-mm! I get that a lot."

Suddenly the door opened.

"Don't you know how to knock?" there was no malice or anger in the tone, but it was that of agitation.

"I'm sorry Ms. Windsmoff, but this was my third time knocking on the door, so I thought that something had happened to you."

This time the man standing near the door was huge. Like one who had spent his time on weight lifting. With the puffed up chest. It won't hide the nipples of that man if he were to remove that thick black suit jacket that covers that well refined body sculpture.

But the boss lady seemed rather unfazed by this body that many would kill for. His face was also like the shooting stars people would kneel and plead for them to be noticed, or the fireworks that are being shot in the air during festive seasons that people are hoping and expecting to see.

Maybe, she had lived with this face for so long. She thought.

"Argh! what's it this time?" she asked

"The board members are there at the office. Your presence is highly needed." the huge well refined guy said with a tenor voice.

"Call Becky in." she instructed. And the refined guy left.

Shortly, the lady Joel saw came in with the refined guy.

"She's sleeping here. Take her to the guest room. And tell her what she should and should not" the last part seems like a warning.

"Bucky, let's go." she said and walked ahead. Bucky left to lead the way, while opening the door for her.

Becky signaled for Joel to follow her, which she obeyed obediently.

Though uncomfortable, but better than living on the street.

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The company was extravagant yet simple. The outside looks like a simple company, though the skyscraper company whose pointed edged tip touches the sky, that company looks like a company built with ten people's fortune.

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Who would believe that this was built by a single person, Ashley.

she started her life picking aluminum and tin cans, then, she went over opening a small jewelry store, where she spent nearly ten years. The business was doing well with the ups and downs that followed. The stress of a young kid of fifteen that strived to make it to the top was more amazing to the people that know of the biography she let the world know but more overwhelmed if the main reason was known.

Being the best fashion designer in the whole country, and the best jewelry maker the world has ever known, making names for herself at the age of twenty three,. Her background story is what the youth of nowadays call, from grass to grace.

She has gotten to her company that was decorated with simple but strong glass she does need to buy but makes her personal architect design it for her, all round, giving it an ordinary yet, wealthy look but the inside has the full definition of WEALTH!!!!

Before getting off she stood by the car for sometime thinking about the downs, rather than the ups that let her be the top and not the bottom in the business world.

I'M TO NOTIFY YOU THAT THERE MIGHT BE SMUT IN THUS CHAPTER. IT'S NOT TYPICALLY AN LGBTQ NOVEL BUT THUS WILL BE WHY I TAGGED IT AS ONE.

I'm not this kind of writer to write things so erotic. I'll have a very uncomfortable time writing this. So, no criticism about it. But I just hope you help me with better ideas other than smut for this chapter/episode.

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In the company of Proud beauty, everything was already set to make even the richer people envious and the poor dangerously jealous of the magnificent stand out of the entertainment city of New York.

People, staffs setting and arranging the conference room for the meeting to be held. Water bottles all lined up neatly, next to the proposed projects, in each of the tables.

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"Ah! Aaaaahhhhh!!! We have meetings now, I think we should continue later." a voice hoarse enough to make a lustful man lusting said.

"You still use meetings to run? So pathetic. You still haven't changed a bit Ashley." a feminine voice still lustfully said.

"You always have your way. Just immediately after the meeting, a hotel is good for this, not an office." she pointed.

"Sure, I'll let Bucky take you to the five star hotel, what do you think?" the lady, a bit older asked.

"Sure, whatever!"

Ashley managed to push that lady out of her body. it was so together that she was afraid it would stick together.

And the most annoying, of all the places, she dared choose the restroom. Though it's a VIP restroom. But, can she not respect her image that she's eager to maintain yet, not scared of ruining?

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"The chairwoman is coming!!!" was echoing till it got to the conference room, which is much farther than the staff's office.

Elegantly and majestically with her profound shape, the model's walk, fitting her steps, walked into the room, filled with executives shareholders, whole sellers and many of them in the room. they all stood to welcome her, bowing respectfully to her.

She settled down on the first and only seat at her roll at the front. The way she sat above all, illuminated her wonderful, spectacular face, that can put the most beautiful in the world to shame.

"Let's start!" she said, as if she was commanding the heavens and the earth, with her authoritative voice. Her type is the example of NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER. Her face makes you think she's that naive little girl, begging to be loved.

Project after project was tackled, and celebrities files kept piling up to be looked at.

Even the most popular celebrity Gerard Brown Skye's file was also there. It was an honor that could make a D-list celeb popular just by holding her product, all in the name of advertisement.

The meeting ended at mid-afternoon. A tiring, yet fruitful meeting.

Still in the room, Bucky came in after knocking twice.

"What is it?" she asked without looking at him. Her face, still glued to the files she was reading.

"Mrs. Carpenter..."

"Ahhh!!! That old woman thinks I'm a sex toy or something?" it wasn't a question, but she expected him to answer.

"If you refuse her..."

"You're not helping matters at all. I know the consequences if I ditch her. Can't believe I'm still powerless after all my achievements..." she banged at the table "Ahhh!!! This is frustrating."

"If you enjoy it, why are you delaying?" he teased, trying to hold a laugh.

"If not for the fact that you've worked for me for the longest, i wouldn't have hesitated to slit your tongue out of your throat." the death stare told Bucky to shut his ever teasing mouth.

"Let's go, for today." she stood up, and made her way to the VIP parking lot.

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Ashley wasn't surprised at how exquisite the hotel looked. She has been to places more and more expensive.

"Crescent." she said to the receptionist.

Startled for a moment. No matter how often Ashley visits, the receptionist can't help but stutter. Being popular isn't always that easy. Ashley can't help but to always think.

After handing her the key to the room the receptionist mentioned, she went to the room, wanting to turn away.

As she made her first few steps, she stopped and fiddled with her bag for a while, before fishing out a chewing gum. Eating the gum, enjoying the tasty flavor of strawberry she went to the hotel room.

The room was dark, with candlelight brightening up the room.

"Aren't you a little old for this? Who told you that I'm here for romantic dinner dates?" she said as soon as she entered. she was already used to this place, going to the switch, and switching the lights on.

But the lady inside, wore a flamboyant look. While in her ever enchanting red night robe.

Others may find the sight alluring, but, Ashley, found it deadly, like it would attack her at any moment.

"Haven't I told you that you look extremely ugly in red?" she asked.

"What are you talking about? Even my husband says I'm dashing."

"Yeah yeah, men in love." she said, sarcasm ever lingering iher statement.

They both stood and stared at each other for quite some time before Crescent could finally speak.

"Well, are you just going to stand there and look at me all night? C'mon, we have business to get down to."

"Dispose of that annoying red robe." Ashley instructed. And within the split of seconds, the only thing remaining on Crescent's body, was the exposing underwear that it was better she wore nothing, than she wore something like that.

Crescent made the first move to approach her, kissing her with just their lips touching. Seeing that Ashley wasn't making any move to open her lips or deepen the kiss, she pulled away.

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you're tired of this?"

Of course, I'm tired of these. Who wouldn't be? She thought Inwardly. Sighing, she said. "isn't your husband not doing good enough in bed?"

"Where's that coming from, En?"

"I mean, did you just marry him just to give birth..."

"He does. He's good in bed. I would go on and on without getting tired of his d*ck."

"Then..." she again was interrupted.

"But I love the taste you give me. I love it so much that I can't get enough of you..." she said as her hands made way to her buttons. Making sure her hand was touching the bra Ashley was wearing, she tore open the remaining buttons like a tiger.

"So, don't just ask..." goes down her zipper to zip it down in the process, tearing it. "I just love your skin. What are fuck buddies for, if don't help each other?"

Her hand going down Ashley's panties, about to probe in, Ashley held her hand.

"Exactly? Why not men but girls?"

Crescent."Not just girls, your kind of girl."

And just like that , biting and sucking began. Being the bottom is one thing and being the top is another.

More moans and body slapping against each other was heard. They had long since made that deal to became fuck buddies, with crescent's intention of wanting more.

Fingering made apparent to the sex. blowjobs done, and handjob, each struggling to dominate the other. None was the top nor the bottom.

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There!!!! I can't go farther than that, use your imagination in this. I'm getting more and more nauseous as the case maybe.

Sorry, if I didn't meet your expectations.