Pleasuring the Maid

***Ray's Pov***

Ava stood shakily on her feet, with the help of my hands. We made our way towards the staircase. She was still pale and I knew if I let her go she's fall down on her ass.

She kept on shaking her head repeatedly, mumbling to herself inaudible words. I wanted to know exactly what was going through her head and as if reading my mind Bryson asked.

'You know you can tell us anything right? ' Bryson assured her.

She didn't speak for a while, instead she looked at him.

'Your...mum...she..uh.. ' Ava was a stuttering mess. Whatever she wanted to say felt heavy in her tongue.

Bryson turned to look at me, a certain degree of realisation crossing his features. That is when it finally dawned on me.

'She uh, she said..that she trusted me to keep a secret. ' Ava finally let the words out.

How could mum do this to us and to Ava? Didn't she understand how hard it would be for Ava to keep such important information from us? What exactly was the reason for her to keep us in the darkness for so long?

So many questions were crossing my mind at the moment. How did Ava end up seeing the certificates? Did she stumble upon them while she was cleaning or had my parents showed her?

What if Ava never saw them, would we ever find out that we are not related? Bryson understood my inner turmoil and so did I to him. We both knew how each other felt.

We walked besides Ava, on the wide staircase. Bryson placed his right hand on the small of her back to steer her. He whispered sweet nothings to her as consolation.

I knew that keeping that information from us had hurt her, not to mention the kiss she had witnessed between Bryson and Ariel.

up station. She stood there, shaking her head repeatedly. Whatever

on mumbling and chanting to her self.

nod from Bry had us moving towards her slowly. We stood on either side. Bryson put

it is for us. We understand whatever inner battle you're

take it wrongly Ava, we believe you, it's just that we grew up believing that we were brothers.

Ava finally removed the painting

' I

been always here? ' Bryson questioned

I mumbled even though I knew his question was rhetorical.

sweat pants. She checked something

that we couldn't tell what they were. She handed us the envelop silently, with

out two certificates. I knew what to expect but the tiny little hope that I had vanished the moment

letters obviously confirming what Ava had told us. My mind went blank and void in an instant. It refused to comprehend the betrayal my heart had been subjected to

quite understand why this had been kept from us for this long. What else were my

needed embrace. We hugged the shit out

another a shoulder to lean on. I had always deemed myself a strong man, but this was nothing I

pulled back from the embrace.

' He attempted to smile, with red

I

He smiled again.

with your tear stained

any better. '