It's a surprise that Anthony drives us to the restaurant. Honestly, I didn't even know which one I wanted to go to when I was heading out, but it looks like he's picked one out, because he looks like he's sure as to where he's driving. I watch his profile as he drives. His tatted hands clutch the steering wheel and his watch glints from the streetlights' refraction. The way he drives is so smooth as the car glides under his handling. His hair is perfectly styled, his beard is neatly trimmed and his build is lean and athletic. There's not even a hint of a beer gut to be found. His biceps bulge as he turns the steering wheel. He's a man who takes care of himself and that's undeniably hot. We finally come to a stop in front a big building. Le Petit-Italie. The valet opens my door and Anthony hands over the keys. Anthony walks in and is immediately greeted by a man who reminds me of Santa Claus. "Anthony!" The man pulls him into a hug, before turning to me. "Bella! Who is this beauti
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
After the dinner/date that I thoroughly enjoyed, we go back to our suite. To my disappointment, Anthony goes into his room, so I have no choice but to go into mine. Not even a kiss. The thought makes me angry and frustrated. I should be thinking about Sebastian, but Sebastian has made it clear that there are no feelings between us. More importantly, I want his father, not him. I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. Anthony's scent drifts into my nose and my panties become damp again. The way he smells, the way his forearm flexes when he drives, that stoic and angry face that only he can make look so sexy and his dick that was hard for me. The last thought is the final straw. I slip my hand underneath my dress and touch myself, both surprised and disgusted at how wet I am. When my fingers touch my clit, a moan escapes. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Anthony's voice makes me gasp and get up. He's doused in the shadows, casually sitting in an armchair. A dim lamp casts shadow
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
Charlotte:I look at Anthony from my seat on the bed. Now, I'm absolutely certain that he's CK. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I glance at him, preparing to confront him. He's working on his laptop, sitting on the recliner where he fingered me last night. The memory heats up my cheeks. "Care to share your fantasy?" I look at him in shock when he pulls down his reading glasses to look at me. "I'd rather show it to you, but I have something to ask you."I love how he doesn't go back to working on his laptop, instead giving me his full attention. "What is it? If you want to ask me if I feel guilty, then my answer is no."I blush. "No, it's not that. I want you to be honest with me and if your answer to my question is a no, then we will not speak of this subject again."He nods skeptically. Good. "Are you CK?"He removes his reading glasses and sets them on the table in front of him, beside his laptop and runs his hand through his hair. "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't figured it
"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
Anthony :The moment Sebastian greets us as we enter the house, I know something is different with him. The way he's averting his eyes when I speak to him and staring at Charlotte when he thinks no one is looking. The way I see it, he probably fucked Adeline and realized he likes Charlotte better. I narrow my eyes at him when he smiles at her. That genuine smile, how long has it been since I've seen it? "Let's put your things up."They both go upstairs and I'm left at the bottom of the stairs, thinking. When Charlotte reaches the top of the stairs, she looks down at me and blows me a kiss. I make a show of catching it and although it's got to be one of the most cheesiest acts I've ever performed, her laugh makes it worth it. Later that night, when I'm in my study, Charlotte comes in and locks the door behind her. I lean back in my chair and forget about my work because she's in the same skimpy dress she wore the first night she was here. Except this time it's a deep purple rather
Charlotte:The next morning, me and Anthony have breakfast together. I didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, but I also didn't want to risk it, so I left at dawn. "These waffles are amazing Julia." I say as I eat another bite. "You like anything I make malyshka.""That's because you're so good at it.""Good morning." All our heads turn toward Sebastian. He looks quite cheerful this morning. "Good morning Seb. You seem to be in a good mood." I say and take a sip of my coffee. "I am. Shirley Edgar is showing at the Eden Gallery tonight. I was wondering if any of you would like to join me.""I would love to." I say. Me and Sebastian both look at Anthony for his answer. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but it looks like something unspoken passes between them. "I would come, but there's a deal I have to close. You both enjoy yourselves."I try not to look at Anthony, as it would cause Sebastian to be suspicious. I decide to ask him later and leave for work. _______________