Chapter 3
Even with a painful hard-on, I still couldn't shake the nagging feeling of where have I seen her. Then it hit me like a truck of bricks...oh fuck this is Amara, Eva's best friend that she couldn't shut up about. Who was in all her pictures, and who we all thought was Eva when her pictures initially came for Arman to see his tentative future Bride? Arman had said yes to her immediately. Mother had been drooling on her but became rigid against her once she learned she was a regular girl without any Pedigree or family gains to add to the Singh household. We were wealthy enough, not new money, but we weren't old vintage-stinking-farting-rainbows rich. I mean, my father and all his brothers were well to do, but slowly, when they married for political gain or with strategic alliances.... call them what you may, they were all arranged, and all came with some advantages. Our family became what it is today: considered one of the wealthiest in America. Now my generation, including me, was supposed to have arranged marriages which bought some gain to our empire, which was already flourishing. My sister Sami would also have an arranged marriage with one of our family friend's sons, whom we all grew up with; at least she wasn't marrying a total asshole. Their engagement had been fixed since they were in pre-k. Even if we fell in love, it had to be with a girl of more or equal social standing. Amara's beauty and intelligence weren't even a consideration for them. Lost in my thought, I suddenly felt Amara go rigid and avert he gaze from me and realized: society chick had taken it upon herself to get situated in my lap, trying to get my attention from Amara to herself.
I could've easily shoved her off. Instead, I snaked my Arm around her. Why? Because I'm a cocky asshole and knew guys would throw themselves at Amara, I wouldn't be like them because I wasn't like them. I was Vik Singh, and it was Amara's turn to Fawn over me.
I locked my gaze with Amara and started gently caressing the Society girl's Arm, There was a visible shiver that ran down Amara, like a ghost limb sensation, and I could see goosebumps on her arms. My every-so-knowing smirk was what she got. She looked so pure as the red blush kept creeping on her cheeks, and she looked away when I was fiddling with Society girl's boobs imagining it was Amara. I was treading on dangerous territory; I couldn't get carried away in public. What if someone clicked a picture and sold it to a gossip blog or magazine?
My cousins and I were well-known in SFO. Of course, Amara recognized me.
Chapter 4Who the fuck was this lecherous asshole?With his creepy smirk and filthy actions...did girls fall for this? I was so uncomfortable with his constant staring and now this fake Barbie on his lap and him fondling her like a blow-up doll. Geez, yuck, but if not for his horrendous actions, he looked handsome. When I walked in, he caught my eye, and that didn't happen very often; actually, it didn't happen ever!!! He wore a dark pinstripe Hugo Boss custom suit, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt were open like he had come straight from a meeting. His flashy ( read Gaudy) Patek Philipe watch was screaming new money.I was more of a Vacheron Condtantin Kindda girl. I couldn't shake the feeling I knew him. Did he know me? All about me? The thought made me sweat, and I took off my sweatshirt....Big fucking mistake....His eyes became dark with lust, and he kept licking his lips like I was his prey;
Chapter 5Of course, the Creeper was giving me a knowing smile....how did they come here before me?Did it take that long for me to get my Venti white chocolate mocha, quad shot, ten pumps of sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, no whip made with almond milk? I always ordered it, and by now, the guys at the coffee store knew me by name, face, and order. They were the only ones who missed me when I was out with the flu. Felt nice when they said, ", Hey, where have you been, long time...or I was starting to get worried you moved".Coming back....why is he still staring, and why is she shooting daggers at me? Not like I'll touch that with a 10-foot stick.....Maybe he had a 10-foot shaft, with the bulge that was so apparent.....FOCUS AMARA and not on his stick but on something else like who do you think is the murderer... I have a little game where I write who the murderer is once I know the main characters. In this case, I think it's the
Chapter 6What the fuck just happened? I was so damn Horny ever since I caught Amara's sight when she saw me and the society girl at the boarding gates. She was like a bit of a faun caught in the headlights.As luck would have it, we were seated in the same row in first class, She was sitting on the aisle seat, and the seat next to her was empty, and society girl and I were in the center two seats; she created quite a fuss for us to sit together, and the seats next to us were empty too. When she cupped my dick before walking into the bathroom next to Amara on purpose, thinking my hard-on was for her, I still followed. I had to get off because looking at the Innocent little beauty in the next seat made it painful for me to sit. The door was ajar, probably society girl's doing, laying claim on me, so childish...she didn't realize that Amara had already claimed my mind without even laying a finger on me, without saying a wor
Chapter 7I woke up to the flight attendant gently nudging me awake; apparently, I had missed dinner, and even the breakfast service was about to be missed.I took my breakfast and some coffee. Instinctively I looked over and saw Creeper and Barbie had moved to a cozier setting, laughing and being playful. His gaze barely noticed me," I should be relieved," I said to myself instead; I missed his attention. Was I that shallow?I tuned them out, but my gaze drifted towards Creeper; where did I know him from....did he know me?? Panic gripped my nerves, and I looked at him again, this time catching his gaze while he was leaning toward Barbie; he frowned a bit, trying to decipher my gaze, and then suddenly, he was kissing Barbie, and he winked at me. I felt heat creeping up my face. You have got to be kidding me; this had to stop. This weird push and pull we had going on.Finally, the pilot announced the landing, and I had been a little ner
Chapter 8Amara slept throughout our flight, fueling the little fire simmering in my mind because of her constant arrogance and dismissal towards me. She was obviously attracted to me, I wasn't thinking about marrying her, but we could have fun at this boring family event, only if she'll let up and put out. I decided to concentrate on Nat; she was sure shot and would be fun at the wedding. She didn't seem so insufferable after all.Mom at least chose her for her body, I guess. Fake tits and all, but still banging. I could have fun with Amara and still Marry Nat. The plan might come to fruition when Nat asked if I wanted to make out; why the fuck not.... my gaze landed on Amara and her pensive expression, Almost as if she was thinking about me and my lack of attention towards her, was bothering her. I couldn't help but smirk and wink at her....while Nat kissed and tugged on my lips, all I could think about was Amara and th
Chapter 9 The moment we entered the town car, The color from Amara's face drained, and she looked like the world had ended for her...I might just have because Nat being the bitch ignored her, and I sat there smirking. I added fuel to the fire when Nat suddenly straddled me as the car pulled out from the VIP parking and made its way toward the hotel. " Yes babe, god, you are so perfect," was all I could say when Nat sat on me, and her cunt swallowed up my cock to the hilt. The girl had talent. My eyes locked on Amara, looking everywhere but at us, blushing profusely like a little prude. My fingers dug into Nat's meaty ass; it felt jiggly like silicone but not like the real deal that Amara hid beneath those shorts. Yeah, she had changed into this cute little beachy resort-y outfit, the fuck if I knew what it was called, but I could imagine all the easy access points it provided to Amara for a quickie. She looked fuck
Chapter 10All my excitement drained the moment Creeper and Barbie waltzed inside the Town car. My mood was suddenly sullen, so much so that even wearing my limited edition Dior halter top with shorts from their resort wear line that I managed to get my hands on our trip to Dubai- didn't cheer me up. I was so excited and had almost forgotten about these two.Next thing I know, Barbie is straddling Creeper, and suddenly his dick is out and inside her....I guess underwear is optional for some people, especially Barbie. I can feel his gaze on my burning a hole in me, my own need starting to pool between my legs...Was I a voyeur? Did people having sex in public places turn me on? Was I a bigger pervert than these two? Was he gonna spank her? The way his fingers dug into her Ass cheeks, I was almost waiting for the silicone to leak out...I knew Natasha from the SFO society pages, not that I read them; I did a paper on social m
Chapter 11Before I could shut up and gain control of my sassy mouth, I replied, "Someone who doesn't need to watch your sex life in the open. I prefer my pron in my room and with better-looking actors". Barbie saw red, her eyes were wide with anger, and she gritted her teeth to answer... I said," Careful now, don't grit them harder, or you might pop a veneer or maybe puncture your fake tits with all the grouping and squeezing he has been doing." again, shut the fuck, Amara, but it was like the flood gates opened and all the pent-up frustration came out. She almost lunged at me like a feral animal if it wasn't for Creeper's arms snaking around her waist.Suddenly the car stopped, and the door opened...Creeper and Barbie started fixing their clothes, and I took it as my queue to step out, grabbing my Dior Large Dior book tote with my name customized. I was barely on my feet when I was pulled into a hug by this petite little thing, Eva. She was glowin