Duplicity (Seraph)

by Elodie Hart

she offered to pay for the whole shebang with money she’d earned in the hardest way possible up until last month: by having sex with rich, powerful dickheads whenever they wanted a piece of her.

oh !

Joe, my professor and Tabby’s biological father,

girl… no wonder you’re single now

his brother, who used to be a priest, hooked himself up with a Seraph EA and he was totally oblivious to the entire concept.

wait-

Others may favour yachts, but I don’t have the patience for sailing.

this doesnt make any sense to me

‘You can touch me if you want,’ she says, which doesn’t exactly smack of the enthusiastic consent I’m hoping for.

I knew your inner goddess was hiding somewhere

FIFTY SHADES JUMPSCARE!

I think we have an appointment under my boss’s name—Brendan Sullivan?’ There’s no way I can say my boyfriend.

I would be 10x more uncomfy saying my boss than bf

I smile dreamily. So he’s a big softie when it counts. ‘I’m so happy to hear that.’

as I come, it’s with her teeth on my skin and her screams in my ear and the extraordinary feeling of intensity, of intimacy, this watery cocoon simulates.

Her dress is skintight, electric blue, and has her incredible boobs out on a platter. It’s a wonder her boss gets any work done at all. She told me he’s in his sixties—some old, horny Greek shipping magnate. I can’t even imagine. I’m suddenly even more grateful that my dodgy moneymaking scheme comes with an outrageously hot man who serves up outrageously hot orgasms.

I’m performing for both of them, and it galvanises me.

I lick him like an ice cream. I take him in my mouth and suck, marvelling at the weird thought that, even if you blindfolded me, I’d know that this wasn’t Brendan.

Tabs doesn’t seem as interested in singing, unless it’s Taylor Swift

Oh this little queen

My beautiful Marlowe is mother to a gravely ill eight-year-old little girl, and I didn’t know a damn thing about it.

Somehow im doubting this sincerity

but I can definitely make myself useful. I can go over there and be the person to advocate for her.

And this is where this whole farce of a plot falls apart

All this time, Marlowe has existed as some kind of side character, there to humour and entertain and service me, and this entire time she’s been dealing with the kind of shit I’ve never encountered in my cushy, entitled life.

‘Tabs isn’t ready to be left with a stranger, are you, Tabs?’ ‘I want to make it with Brendan,’ Tabby replies, and I swallow a smile. Kids are such disloyal little shits. So easily bought.