Chapter 8
Amara 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
Chapter 12I was still reeling in from Amara's answer to Nat; the girl had spunk and balls; I'd give her that. Dishing it out to a vulture-like Nat took some serious guts. I was still enjoying the banter when the car door opened, and I instinctively looked down to see if my junk was covered and if I was decent.Amara took this opportunity to slip past us, and I could see her genuine smile and her to-die-for dimples when she greeted Eva and Arman. I was looking at them through the tinted car window, and Nat was busy applying makeup, like a layer, unlike Amara, who was glowing naturally like a goddess.I caught sight of Arman asking Amara to call her..." Interesting, little brother, not so little after all," I thought. I was fixed on Amar's face when she saw Eva's security detail. All the women in our family had security detail with them. I couldn't read Amara's expression when she met the Bodyguard; maybe she thought it was unnec
Chapter 13The friend without family.....his words echoed in my head and hurt like a thousand knives slashing at me. His words stabbed my heart, and I felt heavy under the comments. All my accomplishments had meant nothing. I didn't have a family name to boast their stocks. It was OK to be a whore as long as I had the pedigree to back their share prices. I could see what it would be like here for me. Many men will be interested in me, and so will their moms, but once they learn about my unknown background and no family, they will see me as expendable, a plaything, and not a wife or a serious girlfriend.My vision blurred as Tears pricked my eyes...My gaze fell on Sher; he was reading my expression carefully but kept his distance. I could feel his gaze on me through his sunglasses. I was drifting, and his eyes were like the lighthouse light that I needed to ground myself. I didn't care about these people !! I didn't want to be their pla
Chapter 14As I saunter into the luncheon, minus Nat. She was spent after our rigorous fucking session for the past few hours and resting in her Room conveniently next to me.I spotted a familiar figure next to Eva's mom, Amara, in all her glory; she looked flawless in her white mini-dress and high heels. I wanted to bend her over my table and go with her. Her face was glowing with her red pouty lips. I was glued to her and walked towards her like my feet had a mind of their own.She was busy on her phone when she spotted me, but I spotted something else; peeking out of her wallet, I saw a black card with Arman's name on it...Interesting!! Without asking or saying anything, I plopped on a chair beside her and looked at her pulling my sunglasses down. "Hey".... Her smile disappeared, and she gave me a cold" Hey..what do you want?". Without the sparkling dimpled smile. Was it reserved for Arman and everyone else? Pushing aside the
Chapter 15"Oh ya...by who?" Vik's words echoed in my mind.Why did it bother me that he taunted me for my unknown origin and background? Why was his opinion about me so important to me. As I walked past, I saw Barbie with an older graceful but stern lady. She resembled Vik in her looks. Maybe his mom. I gave a polite nod in their direction. Barbie got close to her ear and said something.The next thing I knew, she grabbed my hand and stopped me. Startled but not wanting to cause a scene, I stood there with a polite smile. "Natasha here tells me you were all over Vik since the flight." she asked with a pointed glare.What me, all over Vik, was Brabie blind, or was she as dense as she looked? Reading my confused expression, Vik's mom said..." I know girls like you, all beauty and no pedigree or family name and origin, looking for a rich, handsome guy to take care of them for the rest of their life".. " Lord knows I'ev ward
Chapter 16I had to go and see for myself when Mother broke Amara's arrogance. I sauntered to see what mama bear would do that I couldn't manage alone. I stood there with a bored expression playing with Nat's hair.It pleased my mom but not for long. Amara spoke without hesitation or any qualms about offending my mother. You needed balls of steel and self-assuring confidence in abundance to do that. She had both. She slam-dunked Nat's reputation and called my mother upon her double standards of calling her dirty and Natasha suitable when she was untouched... A Pure Fucking VIRGIN.Eva and her mom stood beside Amara backing her; they knew she was right. I saw Eva's security with a soft look in his eyes when he saw Amara; he supported the poor orphan getting bullied by the Rich society ladies.My sister hated this double standard, and I could tell she liked Amara a lot; maybe she would befriend her just like Eva.Amara's punch in