CHAPTER 108: CHAPTER 108 TWO HOT SERVERS.

Sounds of birds chirping and the fluttering of butterflies made Daniel roll around. Even the sunlight wasn’t making it easy, as the full sun seemed to have taken it as a job to infiltrate his eyelids.

Scents of cum and unwashed bodies filled the air as Daniel’s eyes finally snapped open. He nearly gasped when he saw all three men staring at him, lost in his sleepy, angelic face.

Daniel felt creeped out — who in their right mind stays awake just to watch someone sleep? It was disturbing.

"Did we scare you?" Alex, always the one to ask ridiculous questions, was the first to speak as usual.

Of course he was scared — imagine waking up to creepy eyes staring at you like they wanted to eat you alive.

"No, you made me dance. As you can see, I’m about to dance now," Daniel rolled his eyes, sitting up and scanning around only to realize they had slept in the garden.

Holy shit!

They hadn’t just made out in public — they’d slept off there too. What a scandal! Thankfully, there was no one around.

Embarrassed that his companions were seeing him like this early in the morning, his face turned hot red. Looking down to escape their gazes, he made a grave mistake — his eyes landed on their manhoods, and since it was early morning...

Of course, their dicks were hard as rocks. Each of them looked like they were holding a weapon capable of destruction, and Daniel wasn’t keen on being destroyed again. He could still feel the soreness from their "activities." His poor ass.

"There’s nothing to be ashamed of — you were just drooling on it last night, so don’t mind the size," Draven smiled, as if his words were supposed to comfort him. They didn’t.

Daniel stood up slowly, breathing in to suppress the pain. He winced, his legs nearly giving out, prompting the three to rush toward him, but he stopped them with a glare.

"I want a hot bubble bath, so give me some space," Daniel stated firmly, trying to walk away but failing miserably. Oh, his unfortunate legs — why betray him now?

They needed to stay far away. His body still craved them, and if they kept getting close, it wouldn’t end well.

"Don’t you have maids or servants here? Just tell someone to prepare a bubble bath for me. I’ll unpack my belongings — which you horny men left in the car. Call the servants to bring in my baggage," Daniel said, limping out of the garden while clutching his sore backside like it was sacred.

Servants? Draven hadn’t noticed any, except a few workers far off in the fields.

"Which servants is he talking about? Do you have any?" Draven asked.

Xylander shook his head. He had fired them all to keep the villa and its treasures safe from money-grubbers. Who knew when someone might try to steal?

Not wanting to continue that topic, Xylander spoke, "There are two servants, but they stay outside the villa. I’ll call them to attend to Daniel since he doesn’t want our help."

Alex frowned thoughtfully. "Were we too much for him? You know... last night was his first. Maybe it was hard accommodating us."

The thought struck them — the pain must have been unbearable. They really needed to make it up to him.

Xylander ran a hand through his hair, groaning. "He’s hurt and tired from last night. So what do we do to show we care?" he asked the others.

Draven just clapped his hands. "Dude, we’re naked — standing here like lunatics who escaped an asylum. Let’s get a bath and dress up first before we start reasoning properly."

He could feel the warm morning breeze caressing his skin, so he quickly grabbed his trousers from the ground and slipped them on before heading toward the villa. Alexander followed, and Xylander then called the two servants to bring in their belongings.

The villa, previously locked, gleamed like new. Xylander had prepared everything before their arrival — stocked, arranged, and sparkling enough to make anyone believe servants lived there.

Two male servants soon arrived, carrying the bags to Daniel’s room. They placed them by the door and knocked, waiting politely, but there was no response. Just as they were about to report back, the door creaked open and Daniel peeked out.

"Who’s disturbing my peace?" he grumbled irritably, but as his eyes landed on the two handsome men — both shirtless, carrying luggage — his anger vanished instantly.

"Goodness me, thanks, darlings, for helping," Daniel said sweetly, assuming they were Xylander’s friends. His husband didn’t seem the social type, so this was a pleasant surprise.

"Good morning, sir. We’re here for your morning service, including arranging your clothes," said the lighter-skinned one, his teeth as bright as the stars.

Daniel blinked — Xylander had such cute friends? Forgive him for flirting; his hormones had a mind of their own.

"And you — are you his brother?" Daniel asked the other man, the tanned one whose rich chocolate-toned skin made Daniel grin sheepishly.

"Not really. Just friends. I’m Nathan, and that’s Thomas," the tanned man explained.

Wow. Juicy.

"Okay, but Xylander’s friends?" Daniel asked again. Both shook their heads.

"We’re not. Just working under him, that’s all. After the honeymoon service, we’ll be on our way," Thomas replied.

Daniel was stunned. Handsome men like them — just servants? Ridiculous! Where he came from, men like that would have been seducing rich women and making fortunes off them. But these two seemed decent. Admirable, actually.

"Wow, I didn’t expect you to be servers, but it doesn’t matter. We can be friends while I’m here. I’d love partners to gossip with before my companions drive me insane," Daniel laughed. The men joined in, helping unpack and fold his clothes neatly into the massive wardrobe.

Nathan hadn’t expected such warmth. In New York City, upper-class people never mingled with servants — yet Daniel treated them like equals.

"Sorry, Mr., but our boss might fire us if we engage too personally. It’s against work ethics," Nathan said.

Daniel just shook his head. He might love luxury, but he never looked down on anyone — especially handsome, kind ones. "Don’t be afraid. He’s my husband; he’ll understand. Just call me Daniel — maybe ’Mr. Wolfe’ when he’s around, but Daniel when it’s just us."

Thomas almost choked. He’s married to the billionaire? Nathan’s eyes widened too.

"Well, what do you boys say — friends?" Daniel smiled, holding out his hand.

They exchanged a look and took it. "Of course, friends, Daniel."

Perfect. Daniel watched as they hung his clothes with impressive speed and care. The wardrobe was so massive Nathan feared he might get lost in it, while Thomas wondered if they were moving in permanently.

"Moving in?" Nathan asked boldly.

Daniel waved it off. "Was it my clothes that made you ask? Don’t mind me — it’s just for a week. Honeymoon’s nearly over."

The servants froze — this much luggage for a week? Bags upon bags of shoes, clothes, and jewelry — all this just for a short stay.

"You rich people really do enjoy," Thomas muttered as they finished.

Daniel was amazed by how fast they worked. Nathan straightened up. "Anything else you’d like us to do?"

"Stop with the formalities," Daniel said, thinking for a moment. Then he jumped up with excitement. "Actually, yes! Help me cook. My husbands are terrible at it, and I can’t keep eating junk. Can you both cook?"

They exchanged a look, smiling in sync. "Perfectly, Daniel."

Daniel squealed in delight. "Yes! Life is worth living again."

Together, they headed toward the kitchen.

"After cooking, you’ll both join me in the garden. Let’s have a meal together — I’ve got so many questions to ask," Daniel said, and Nathan felt joy bubble in his chest. For once, someone saw him beyond his job.

As they cooked, Daniel sat nearby, watching with awe. Their skill was professional — the aroma heavenly.

Thank you for saving me from my companions’ food, he thought, mouth watering at the sight of the dishes.

Meanwhile, Xylander, fresh from a swim, walked in with a towel over his shoulders, water trickling down his muscular frame. The scent of food hit him instantly, and without thinking, he dashed toward the kitchen.

At the same time, Alex and Draven came running down from the upper floor, sniffing eagerly.

"Hmm, chicken!" they both exclaimed, and when Alex pushed ahead, Draven shouted, "Wait for me!"

And just like that, the race to the kitchen began.