BrianI knew that Aunt Melanie had grown quite fond of the girl, not only because of her story but also because she believed that Charlotte, despite leaving the orphanage, was still not happy due to her quiet demeanor."Charlotte fainted, Aunt," I explained, while attempting to check the young woman's vital signs, still unsure of what to do next."But how did this happen, dear?" My aunt looked horrified. "We need to make her wake up as soon as possible!""I can't explain. She was sitting, messing with something on her plate, when suddenly, without anything happening, I noticed she was about to fall, and I only had enough time to prevent her from hitting the ground," I spoke quickly, realizing that Charlotte's pulse seemed very weak."Oh my goodness!" My aunt covered her mouth, clearly disturbed by the young woman's condition, who was still unconscious. "I think it's best to call a doctor. And quickly!"I was about to ask her to do exactly that when I noticed Oliver coming down the sta
CharlotteI anxiously looked at Melanie, waiting for her good suggestion, while feeling very embarrassed for fainting practically in Brian's arms."It was already in my plans to return to New York today, as I have plans for tomorrow morning and would like to be home as soon as possible," she said, confirming what we already knew. "I can take Charlotte with me, and everyone can continue with their plans, as I assure you that my girl will be well taken care of by my side.""I think it's a great idea, Aunt," Douglas was the first to speak about Melanie's suggestion.However, he was biased in his opinion, as it was quite clear to all of us that he was completely enchanted by Emily and would like to have more time with her."I'm feeling much better. Please don't worry about me," I said what I was feeling. "I feel very embarrassed for causing all of you such concern.""You shouldn't worry about us, Charlotte," Brian said in a dry tone. "And don't feel embarrassed for us wanting to take care
BrianI looked at Charlotte attentively, awaiting her response, and I couldn't understand why she was taking so long to answer, considering that my question had been quite direct and couldn't have been any clearer. I wholeheartedly believed in what anyone could conclude just by looking at Charlotte, and there was no doubt in my mind about her character or integrity.But for some strange reason, something akin to a premonition, I could call it that, I felt that something was off. I had never been a man given to premonitions or anything of the sort, but when I saw Charlotte on the beach yesterday, I felt the need to reach out to her, to try and talk to her, and that's why I approached the young girl.It went completely against my usual behavior, especially when it came to someone so young and clearly innocent like Charlotte, and that was very wrong. I didn't want to feel that way, and even though I knew how wrong it was, the fact was that the girl was managing to affect me in a way no o
Charlotte After Brian left the room, leaving Nicole and me alone, we could finally talk about what happened to me without other people present to listen. "Do you think it was just a pregnancy discomfort, Charlotte?" "I'm sure it is, Nicole," I affirmed with conviction. "I've been reading a lot about it, and it's very common to experience that kind of discomfort in the early stages of pregnancy." Nicole seemed thoughtful upon hearing what I said, and after sighing resignedly, she spoke in a conspiratorial tone, probably fearing that someone could arrive at any moment. "You shouldn't have been the one to undergo the insemination, Charlotte. You're too young and inexperienced, and Oliver was right to resist this madness." I didn't like hearing that from Nicole because I was old enough to know what was right and wrong, and if I chose to undergo the insemination, it wasn't because I was influenced by others. I did it because I wanted to. "And who should have done it then? You?" I as
Brian Charlotte was under the same roof as me, and that caused a myriad of sensations in me, none of which I understood to be something positive for me. I should have been thinking about business or about the son who would be with me in a few months, but the truth is that ever since we arrived in New York, something inside my chest began to stir, as if the trip from the Hamptons wasn't enough, and I could only think about a girl who was completely forbidden to me, in every sense. Luckily, my aunt noticed that talking to Charlotte was distracting me from the road, and they both remained in a comfortable silence for the rest of the way, which I internally thanked. If I were honest with myself, Charlotte had managed to stir up my emotions since the day I saw her at the museum, beautiful and calm... Always quiet and introspective. But her expression carried a serenity mixed with innocence that didn't sit well with me because it managed to awaken things in me that I had never felt before
Brian I woke up suddenly, feeling sweat pouring from all my pores, and almost fell off the couch I had just fallen asleep on, still in the TV room, and felt like a complete idiot, for running away from the girl so much and she still managed to chase me in my dreams. I dreamed about Charlotte? And even worse, it was a completely erotic dream! I was in trouble, really. There was no escape. I ran my hands over my forehead, wiping the sweat drops that had welled up there, and leaned back on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table and trying to get more comfortable. I sighed once more, feeling like a defeated man as I found that I was completely erect with a dream, something that hadn't happened since I was a teenager. I slipped my hand under the lightly woven shorts I was wearing and stroked my member, just enough to try to calm my nerves. But as my hand was massaging my cock, my eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, closing and I quickly saw the image of Charlotte formi
Charlotte I knew that the door right next to mine was Brian's room because Melanie had informed me when she showed me where I would be staying as soon as we arrived at her house. I walked up to the door, driven by curiosity, and pressed my ear against it, but I couldn't hear any noise coming from inside, which meant he must already be sleeping. I silently walked past Melanie's room, which was right at the beginning of the hallway, until I reached the staircase landing, descending towards the first floor of the huge and incredibly elegant apartment. After leaving the kitchen, about to walk down the hallway towards the stairs again, I thought that maybe I could go to Brian's library and search for a book that could hold my attention since the only book I had in my suitcase hadn't managed to do so. I was walking towards the library when I reconsidered and decided that it wouldn't be right for me to invade a space where Brian also used for work. He might not appreciate knowing that I
Brian I needed to go out and find a real woman and get over those feelings Charlotte was bringing up, that's what I should be doing and not jerking off to her like the hormonal teenager I never was. Tomorrow, even though it was a Monday, I would invite Oliver and Douglas over for happy hour without fail! I needed to see women secure and self-confident enough for a night of sex with no strings attached. I didn't need any kind of emotional involvement at that moment in my life, while I was awaiting the arrival of my child and heir. But sex I could engage in freely, without expectations and based solely on a mutual interest in seeking pleasure. I forced a smile, as even as I thought about free, unattached sex, the only image that came to mind was Charlotte. And what's worse, it wasn't the Charlotte of my dreams, dressed in sexy and powerful lingerie, but rather the girl in teenage clothes, always wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a distant look that didn't allow anyone to decipher h