~Nivea
"Nivea! Hurry the fuck up already," Thomas shouted at me from downstairs, while I tried to fix the flimsy excuse for a gown I was wearing, trying to make it more presentable.
Concluding it was a lost case, as no matter how much I pulled it down, the length of the hot pink gown kept clinging dangerously close to my butt curve. I left it and walked tentatively downstairs in my six-inch high pink heels.
If I bent the wrong way, I was sure I would flash someone, but this was the gown Thomas insisted I wear to his friend's party.
"Sorry. I'm here," I apologized, as I stopped next to him, my gaze down, as I waited for the tongue lashing I knew would come next.
"There there. Now you look like the attention-seeking slut you truly are. If anyone saw you in this dress, they wouldn't be deceived by your beauty and innocent-looking eyes, instead, every man at the party will be fantasizing on how you will look bent over a hard surface while they fucked you," Thomas said, as he gripped my right arm and pulled me close till we stood eye to eye, his dark gray eyes glinting with maniac desire.
The desire in his eyes sent a chill through me like someone had doused me with freezing water.
God please, not now. I pleaded internally, praying Thomas wouldn't decide to have sex with me here and now, in the living room where anyone could walk in, which was something he had done once before.
"We are late because you spent so much time getting ready, so let's leave. When we get back, you will show me exactly how slutty you are," He finished.
It was an order and I knew it.
I had gotten married to Thomas Westington a month ago, after considering his proposal.
Things were falling apart, my parents could lose their house, my sister could die, and I had the power to prevent all that by selling myself to Thomas. So, I did.
I was trying not to regret the decision as my sister was undergoing chemotherapy now, and would soon get better, also I would be resuming my second year in college, at California University next week.
But, this marriage was hell.
Thomas made sure to talk down on me, treating me like trash both in and out of the bedroom.
I was basically his pretty arm candy in public to make all his friends jealous and salivate over me, and in the bedroom, I was his slut, his sex toy.
One month in and this life was killing me slowly. There was no way to get out, except Thomas let me go.
Which I wasn't sure would happen any time soon.
Thomas said he was attracted by my innocence and married me because he wanted to sully it till I became dark and dirty and hated myself, which I was already starting to do.
As we got into the Lamborghini, my mind flashed to three nights ago at the club, and all my hidden body parts heated up.
I had not been able to forget my gold-eyed fantasy man, no matter how much I tried.
I even pictured him the last time Thomas and I had sex, which made me climax, shocking the both of us.
I had never climaxed with him before.
But that night at the club was a night that must never repeat itself. I had lost my head for a moment, overwhelmed by all I was feeling, so I made a mistake. Yes. That was what that night was. A mistake that mustn't happen again.
Thankfully, Thomas hadn't noticed I was gone that night, so I was able to crawl my way back into bed.
While the car drove, Thomas lectured me.
I was not to be seen talking to any man, I mustn't leave his side, I must be cordial to the people we would meet, as most of them were his friends and business partners.
The very rich and famous would be present at the party, so I mustn't act like the uncultured bitch I was. I was married to wealth now, so I had to act like it.
This lecture wasn't new to me as I had listened to it a few times before, but I pretended to pay attention to what he was saying, my head still lost in the clouds of that beautiful night.
We got to the venue of the party, which was hosted in a huge Victorian-style house.
Putting my right hand on Thomas's left arm, we walked into the house like the perfect couple, which was laughable to me.
We were far from perfect, me with my almost butt-revealing hot pink gown, and Thomas dressed to perfection in his expensive dark blue suit, no tie, well-ironed slacks, and fashionable walking stick.
He was dressed like a gentleman, which hid the monster he really was inside.
"You are here, Thomas," An older man greeted, his dark brown hair spiced with gray here and there.
"It's your party, of course I will be here Ezekiel," Thomas replied, answering the other man's smile, with one of his own.
"And you brought you pretty wife too," Ezekiel stated, his smile turning lewd to fit the look in his eyes, as his eyes ran over the lacy bust of my gown which exposed a lot of cleavage, and down to where my gown hit my upper thigh, then over my exposed legs.
The tip of his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip. "Sexy as ever, isn't she Thomas? I might just steal her from you," Ezekiel added, adjusting himself in his dark gray slacks.
Ugh! I cringed inwardly as they both shared a laugh.
Disgusting men!
"I saw your son in there, he's looking good. I think Switzerland was good for him. It's been how many months, again?" Ezekiel asked, quirking a brow.
"Six months. The internship has ended, so he's back to finish up with college since it's his last year," Thomas stated.
I knew Thomas had a son. Cane or Zafe or something.
He was close to my age, twenty-four or five, and was in his last year at California University too, studying software engineering.
A son who was walking his father's path.
Like father like son, which was just my horrible luck.
I didn't want to ever meet him, but I knew that wasn't possible.
"Will you hand over West Software to him once he's done with his studies? You know that's what he has always wanted; to head your company one day, which was why he chose that field of study," Ezekiel stated.
"Not yet, but I have a plan in the works. He will work with me directly till I'm sure he's ready for that huge responsibility," Changing the subject, Thomas asked.
"What of Finny? I hope Zane spoke to her today? I instructed him to be here since this party is thrown in honor of her emerging as the best student in her class, and her first step as an executive in your company. They are engaged to be married soon, so Zane needs to treat her right,"
"I think they've seen each other or something. Let's not concern ourselves with those youngsters, they will work things out. Let me lead you to your seats," Ezekiel gestured, as he led the way to a section of the house where other elegantly dressed guests were talking and mingling, a glass of wine or champagne in their hands.
Suddenly, I saw the back of a familiar figure talking to a blonde man.
I would know those shoulders and black-as-sin hair anywhere.
What was he doing here? I stared in horror, hoping and praying I was mistaken.
What was my golden-eye fantasy man doing here of all places?
"Zane!" I suddenly heard someone next to me call out. It was Thomas.
With horrified eyes, I looked at the direction he was gesturing at, and the dark-haired figure turned around.
It was him! In the flesh, in broad daylight, looking devilishly handsome, his lilac long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his arms, showcasing his toned slightly hairy arms.
Arms that had held me as I found pleasure I had never experienced before.
I could see the confusion on his face transform into shock as we got closer to him, till we stood directly in front of him.
"Nivea, meet my son, Zane Westington," Thomas introduced, everything occurring in slow-mo.
"Zane, this is your new stepmother, Nivea," Thomas added, as we stood staring at each other, while I watched varied emotions play around golden eyes' face, till it settled on disgust.
Shit! I cheated on my husband with my stepson.
If this didn't get me killed by Thomas, I didn't know what would.
~Zane"Hi Zane, looking good," I heard someone say. Probably one of my father's friends or one of their kids. But I couldn't respond to them, as I was trying to avoid someone. Suddenly, I heard that high-pitched scream. "Zane!" Shit! She found me. Slowly, I turned back to see her approach, her tall curvy figure clad in a full-length red dress with spaghetti straps, her auburn hair, primed to wavy perfection from multiple hair products, I was sure. "Hey, Finny," I greeted. "Happy birthday, and congratulations," I finished, shifting slightly on my feet with the desire to leave her presence. "Thanks, darling. But you didn't bring me a gift?" She asked, her full red lipstick-painted lips, pulled into a pout. I stayed silent at the question. The truth was I wasn't here for her. I didn't even want to be here, if not for Dad pressuring me. Dad had informed me that he had something very important to tell me, concerning my working in his company and ultimately inheriting it, and he h
~Nivea "Hi Nova," I greeted my sister, as I entered her hospital room, causing her to sit up on the bed she was lying on. "Hi Niv. You are here early. Where's Mom?" She asked, looking at the door expectantly. "Sorry, Stella wasn't able to come with me, something came up. But she will be here by evening," Bending to give her a hug, I asked. "What's up? How are you? Hope the chemotherapy is going well?" I questioned in rapid succession. Nova was looking better than the last time I saw her which was last week, her skin recovering some of its former healthy glow but she was still skinny. "It's going well Niv, stop being a worry wart," Nova stated jokingly, her beautiful face pulled into a teasing smile. It was good to see her smile. I missed it. It was like her whole world collapsed when Nova found out she had leukemia. All the joy and hyperness she used to be so full of, had seemed to be sucked out by the news. The news had sucked away the brightness in my world too, making the
~Nivea"If it's not my new stepmom," Zane said, as he looked me up and down, his sexy lips pulled up into a cold smirk. "Sorry for barging in like that, I will just leave you to finish up whatever it is you are doing," I hurriedly replied, turning towards the door to leave. Nobody used the attic as a laundry room ever since I came into the house, so it served as a place of privacy for me.And it looked like I just lost my private space now that Zane was back. "Oh, you don't need to leave like that, you didn't do anything wrong this time," He replied, his tone mocking.My hand froze on the door knob. Looked like he wanted to talk about that night, but I wasn't sure I was ready to talk about it yet, so I turned the knob, more than ready to leave his presence now. A big, deeply tanned hand suddenly hit the door, palm forward, stopping me from pulling it open. I stood still, my hand still on the knob. I could almost feel his naked chest on my back as he breathed in and out deeply.
~ZaneI stared at her back as she opened the door, then left, the image of her on her knees still painted vividly in my mind. I was shocked when she suddenly knelt and pleaded with me like her life depended on it, and it could. I didn't know exactly how my dad felt about her, but he could be very possessive and if he found out she cheated on him, especially with me, his reaction could be extreme. I never planned on telling him anyway. That would just be plain childish, and I quit being a child a long time ago. "Arggg," I groaned slightly, using my hand to adjust my hard length, maybe it would relieve some of the ache. Nothing. My balls were still tight. Immediately she had gone on her knees in front of me, my dick had gotten harder, and all I could see was that bow-shaped pink lips around my cock, sucking it deeply into her throat. I could almost feel the texture of her beautiful dark blonde hair wrapped around my hand as I fucked her mouth, her wide green eyes gazing up at me
~Nivea"Hi, I'm Leonora. What's your name?" The redhead seated next to me asked, her hand stretched out in a handshake as she smiled at me. "I'm Nivea," I answered, giving her a smile in return, as I clasped her pale hand gently. "Cool name," She responded, then started gisting me about all the lecturers and the courses we were meant to take. We were in History 216 class, and most of the seats were already occupied as the lecturer was running late. I glanced at the time again, and Leonara noticed. "Dr. Joe is never late to class, maybe something came up. I'm sure he will be here soon," No sooner had she said this, than a man with salt and pepper hair walked into the class. He apologized for his lateness and the class got into study mode immediately. I was officially starting my second year of college. After two more classes, in which Leonora was also in the last one, we left the lecture hall together to visit the school cafeteria."I promise you, the food is good! It's almost
~Nivea"What are you talking about and why are you in the ladies' bathroom? Anyone could walk in here and see you!" I snapped, my hands raised to push him to the side so I could leave. He grasped my wrists with one hand, pulling them behind me, and making my back arch. This position was uncomfortable and I struggled to pull my hands away, but he tightened his grip. "I locked the door when I came in," "What! Why would you do that? Release me this instant," I snapped, glaring at him. "You were flirting so openly with him? Are you really that sex-starved? Didn't get enough from ‘Daddy’ before coming to school?” he fumed.He really was his father's son with those disgusting words he threw at me. “If that's all you came to say to me? You can leave now, you've succeeded in disrespecting me,” I flared up.“Disrespect? Coming from someone who cheated on her husband with his son?”“You really aren't going to let that go huhn? Why are you so bothered about what I do?” I stepped closer to
~Nivea“Why did you push me away?” Thomas yelled.“We….we…really…can't do this in front of your son, let's head upstairs,” I stammered, trying to dissuade him from the idea of fucking me in front of his son.He gave his son a once over and hissed, “He doesn't give two fucks. Now come here!”“Well, I do, privacy much?” I mumbled.“What do you think you're doing? Denying me of my rights? Strip naked right now!” he thundered. I could see the coldness in his eyes. I couldn't disobey him, something bad was going to happen to me or my family if I didn't do as he said. “Or do you want me to come do it for you? You know I won't be gentle,” he fumed.I glanced at Zane and then back at Thomas. The look of disgust was evident in his eyes. Tears welled up in mine as I slowly touched the hem of my dress and lifted it off my body, leaving me in just my bra and the undershorts I had on. I hugged myself, looking down shamefully as I heard the sound of footsteps leaving. I looked behind to see Zan
~Nivea I was done with my hair quickly, I loved the new bob cut I had going on. Thomas was going to lose his shit when he saw me tonight. I wondered what dress he had selected for me tonight and hoped it wasn't as slutty as the last one where my butt cheeks were sticking out. Just when I thought I had some time on my hands to get some snacks from a pastry shop before I had to leave for the fundraiser, I got a message from Thomas reminding me not to be late. I checked the time only to see it was almost six. Why was time suddenly flying? I changed my mind and quickly headed home. Luckily, I didn’t bump into you know who, in fact, the house was dead silent. I guess he went out with his girlfriend. I walked straight to the room, stripped, and had a quick shower, then wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. Sitting on my vanity table, I studied my face. I needed to beat it to perfection before Thomas called for me, so I decided to go for a bold smokey eye and n