Chapter 92

Ollie’s POV

Despite the amazing view of the island, I feel a lot better about everything once we’ve safely landed and I can put my feet on solid ground again.

Impressively, the private island is big enough to have its own small runway, big enough for the small jet we came here in. I’m still amazed there isn’t any kind of airport.

“Are you feeling alright?” Wes asks, standing close to me while the other brothers exit the plane and speak with the pilot and staff.

“I’m okay,” I say. With ground beneath me, I’m already starting to feel better, though my ears are having a hard time adjusting. As I touch my fingers to my ear lobes, Wes smiles knowingly and with encouragement.

“Don’t worry. That underwater feeling will good away soon,” he says.

I really hope he’s right.

“Come on,” he says, holding out his hand for me. “Let’s get you to the house. You are going to love it.”

I take Wes’s hand and allow him to pull me away from the runway. The other brothers finish their conversation with the flight crew and follow us. Though they are moving leisurely, their gaits are long enough that they aren’t far behind.

We take a wide path through the trees, but it’s only about a five minute walk until the brush clears. Then, beyond it, sits a massive tropical-looking mansion with bamboo railings and a thatched roof.

The mansion isn’t as big as the multiple leveled estate back home, but it is still massive. Three stories tall and very wide, it looks more like a resort hotel than a home. Perhaps that comparison is apt, actually, knowing that the brothers only use this place as a getaway.

Still, it’s beautiful and seems like the kind of place where I can have a rum drink and relax in a way that I’ve never really been able to in the past.

And the ocean…

With the trees and the house, I haven’t really gotten to see it yet, but I can hear the waves lapping against the sand somewhere close. And I can smell the salt in the air.

Wes continues to tug me forward.

The path eventually leads to a stairwell that goes up to a deck that entirely circles the house. Near the main entrance, several of the staff, all wearing uniforms of Hawaiian shirts and khaki shorts are waiting formally. At their head is an older woman in a floral dress. She has beautiful orange flower in her hair that I’ve never seen before.

It had to be something that grew in this tropical climate, as strange and different to me as all the trees we had just walked through, with palms and bushes with large leaves.

“Angel,” Wes says to me, “Meet the head housekeeper, Delilah.”

Delilah smiles as she slightly dips her head in acknowledgement. “A pleasure. Please, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate to reach out to me or any of the staff. We are here to serve.”

“Oh…” I say, feeling somewhat uncertain. Yes, we have servants at the estate, but in the past few years, I’ve come to more or less be one of them. “Thank you.”

It feels so strange now, to go back to being waited on, when things have so fundamentally shifted at home.

This is another difference, I suppose, between the lowly Ollie, and the quadruplets’ illustrious and mysterious mate.

Speaking of…

After my introduction to Delilah, the staff return to their duties. As they leave, I look at Wes. I raise a brow at him, though he likely can’t see it with my mask hiding my face.

Still, I press, “’Angel?’”

His cheeks tint red ever so slightly. “You won’t tell us your name, but we didn’t want you to be nameless with the staff, in case you had need of them or we needed to send you a message.” He clears his throat, seemingly embarrassed. “So we decided to name you Angel for now.”

The other brothers stop near me, one on every side of me, so no matter where I turn I see one of them.

Hugh shrugs. “My vote was for Little Fox, before I decided I liked it much better if I was the only one using that particular nickname.”

“Is Angel alright?” Wes asks. “We should have talked to you first…”

“Angel is fine,” I say. Then, with a sigh, I start to feel the weight of the trip. “Which room is mine?”

“You’ll be staying with me,” Conrad says.

Declan shoots his brother a sharp look. “No. She will stay with me.”

“You are both wrong,” Hugh chimes in. “It’s my bed she’s sleeping in.”

“I would prefer if she stayed with me…” Wes says, more shyly.

As much as I am looking forward to spending time with each of them, I still need my own sanctuary every now and then. “Actually, I would prefer to have my own room.”

They look at me like they don’t understand.

“At some point, I’d like to actually sleep,” I tease. I imagine their plans for me don’t involve much sleeping. That thought sends a pleasant tingle up my spine.

The brothers must notice, or maybe they feel their own shifts of desire. They each look at me like they want to eat me.

At the moment, I’m not totally against that.

Conrad even starts to growl.

“We need a schedule,” Declan says, reclaiming everyone’s attention. “We will schedule Angel’s time among us so that we do not fight over her.” He glances at his brothers one by one. “Are we all in agreement?”

“Yes,” Wes says right away. The other two take longer to respond.

Hugh cracks next. With a sigh, he grumbles, “Fine.”

Declan looks at Conrad.

“Fine,” Conrad says through clenched teeth. He’s still growling lightly.

“We are in agreement, then,” Declan says.

“That’s well and good,” Hugh says. “But who gets her right now?”

They all look at each other again, their eyes narrowing.

Gods, it seems as if they are about to come to blows.

Not wanting it to come to that, I say, “We did have a long journey. Perhaps I can go to my own room for now and –”

“The eldest gets her first,” Conrad says, stepping forward.

He moves so quickly, before I can even react, I’m scooped up into his arms and pressed against his hard, muscled chest.

“The rest of you have already had your turns,” Conrad says. “In keeping her from me, it is my right to have her now.”

Wes seems thoughtful and nods.

Declan’s glare is ice cold, but he makes no moves against Conrad.

Hugh sighs dramatically. “We are quadruplets, you know. You are the eldest by all of two minutes. If that.”

“Still the eldest,” Conrad says. I can feel the words reverberating in his chest.

Then, he starts to carry me to the house. He takes the steps two at a time. He’s moving quickly, most of the interior is a blur I can’t properly appreciate at the moment.

Suddenly, we are in a stairwell, up and up to the third floor. From there, we rush down a hallway.

The door at the end must be his, because he kicks it open. Once we are inside, he kicks it closed.

The room is big and beautiful, with bamboo furniture and a wide, king-sized bed. There are windows all along the far wall with a perfect, unobstructed view of the ocean.

“Now,” Conrad says, his hands gripping me a little tighter than before. “Finally. You are mine to have.”