Sylvia took a sip of her coke and let out a big sigh. "Hmm, that feels nice," she said as she looked at Logan and squirmed on Jack's lap. "Well, don't...just sit there, Logan! Go get two more drinks!" she snapped.Logan jumped and almost ran for the drinks; he didn't want Sylvia to be mad at him.Lana, one of the students in their school, came over to the table. She nervously looked at Kit and smiled."Um, Coach, would it be alright if some of us paired off and went back to our rooms?"Kit knew what. "My God, it is huge for two people." Remember, we are going to have parties and guests."The front door opened, and a tall man in his sixties came out. "I thought I heard the Packard. Welcome, Miss Alyssia, and welcome, Mr. Alexander."As soon as Benton had taken their coats, he opened the doors to the central hall of the house. A truly breathtaking room. Huge winding stairs running up the walls, an elaborate lift made of glass and cast iron, and an enormous bay window with double doors, leading. We passed through countless doors and even rode the elevator higher into the building. Wherever he was taking me, it was well away from where I had found Fiona. As if that would stop me from finding her again once I was free.When we left the elevator, we were apparently on the roof. The wind howled and the floor was rough. A thought crossed my mind. I didn't like it. "Why are we on the roof?" Don't worry. You won't be for long."Of course, with that as an answer, I renewed my struggles. I might. More often than not, he somehow knew what she wanted and provided it for her - usually without her asking. She did a lot of work, taking care of the house, seeing to all of Sean's needs - from the mundane to the sexual. She knew he appreciated everything she did, and that in and of itself made serving him a pleasure, even when she was doing things she hated to do. She hadn't had any money in her hands since the day she got the deposit back from her old landlord when she gave up her apartment..