On Saturday morning, I find Anthony already seated in the jet. I'm not going to lie, I contemplated flying commercial this morning due to Anthony's asshole behavior that night, but Anthony's jet is much more comfortable. Sebastian had still been awake when I went to our room that night, and he apologized for snapping at me. After that, we talked about our respective days until I started a pillow fight. If I couldn't hit the elder Crosswalk, I could settle for hitting the younger one with a pillow. I look at Anthony's pissed face and smirk. I was late on purpose. I decide to sit in a different row from him. It's better for me that way. When I go to sit in the aisle beside him, my heel snags on a bump in the carpet and I catch hold of Anthony's arm rests before I fall and embarrass myself. God knows I've done it enough in front of this man. When I look up, my face is mere inches from his. He remains as still as a statue as usual. Sometimes, I wonder if he really groped my breasts that

I wait at Clover Cafe for Clara, Warren's sister. It's a fairly big internet cafe. Most of the patrons are college students and a few businessmen scattered here and there. I go over my budget and select the wedding venue for Adeline's marriage, whilst waiting for Clara. A few minutes later, a tall brunette enters the cafe. She must be Clara, as I'm assuming the 'C' pendant dangling from her neck stands for her name. I wave at her and she heads to my table. "Charlotte Daymond?""Yes, you must be Clara." I get up to hug her. "I'm so sorry for running late. My boss wouldn't let me go." She chuckles."Oh, seems demanding."I open an itinerary on my laptop. "He is, ever since he put this ring on my finger. Won't let me out of his sight."I laugh and look at her diamond ring. Her smile looks blissful. "Seems like a story I'd like to hear." She giggles and I show her my laptop screen. "You want the wedding held here, yes?""That's right."I set the dates for her venue check, cake tast

Sebastian:I should feel happy that they're both gone and that I have the house to myself, but I'm not. It just feels...empty.I call Addy and tell her to come to my house. Ten minutes later, she's at my doorstep. Blonde hair left loose in waves, a short sundress to showcase her long legs and red fuck me heels. I grin and kiss her. I pull her inside and close the door. After minutes of making out with her, my dick still won't stand up. "Let's watch a movie." I take her hand and lead her to the hall, but she stops me and cups my dick. "Isn't he up for it today?""I just want to spend some time with you today."She gets down on her knees and gives me a coy smile. If anything, her blowjob does make me hard. "Where does that bitch sleep?"I swallow down my retort and take her upstairs. When we reach our room, I stop. Half her clothes fill the closet, with mine filling the other half. Her dreamcatchers line the bed above the wall. She had asked me what bedsheet I liked and I picked out

Anthony:I wake up the next morning with Charlotte sleeping in my arms. I don't remember sleeping this well in ages. My eyes go to her tits and my dick stands at attention again. My eyes travel further down and see my handprint on her thigh. Her neck has one hickey. That won't do at all. I make more and caress her breasts. Her nipples harden, and at this point, my dick is painfully hard. I stripped down some time in the middle of the night. It would be so easy to just slip my dick into her right now, but I get up and look down at her beautiful face instead. Her rich dark chocolate hair, that sharp little nose, those full pink lips and that sweetheart shaped face. Angel. She opens her eyes and blinks sleepily at me. Her lips stretch into a slow, heart melting smile and it goes straight to my heart. She kisses her index and middle finger and places the same fingers on my lips. That shouldn't make me smile, but it does. Her eyes widen. "You should smile more Tony."My eyes go to her

"I want someone to spend the night with. I know it sounds slutty, but it's a long story. I'm going to have to marry someone of my father's choosing and I want to choose who I give my virginity to. Sue me.""I don't have much interest in suing, but screwing? Now, that's something I'd rather prefer."I burst out laughing and hear him chuckling as well. "That kind of sounds like something some old pervert handyman would say.""Who says I'm not old?"I look at him again, but every inch of him looks fit and lithe. I can't see his hands because they're covered by white gloves, but his neck looks strong, without a wrinkle in sight. "Then maybe I can call you Daddy." I say coyly and hear the sharp intake of his breath. I avert my eyes from him and take a deep breath. I did not just say that. Before I can run away, his voice stops me. "There's a room upstairs."I look at his extended hand and then at his face, covered by the mask. I place my hand in his and he squeezes it, leading me throu