Chapter 13. Dinner Invitation

I begin to unpack, and Elmay see's me.

"I will do that." She jumps up, and I shake my head. "Sorry, I'm meant to do things. I'm used to unpacking for Roxy." She smiles and sits back down.

"Roxy?" I haven't seen anyone. Just Marco, his soldiers and this big guy this morning. I assumed he lived alone.

"She's kind of..." She looks at me, working it out. "Can you not say what I tell you?"

"I won't." I doubt she will tell me anything worthy of me speaking of anyway.

"Good, as I have no other way to explain it. Roxy is like his girlfriend, fuck piece, you could consider her a prostitute, she lives here, serves him sexually in return for well, living here and having wealth."

My eyes widen. I don't know why I'm shocked. Something doesn't add up.

"He seems too tight to consider fucking anyone. That involves pleasure. Marco looks like a straight line."

She laughs at my ideology, almost falling on the floor.