After kissing, he moved off me, running his hands on my thighs. Sizing me up, he smirked. "Why did you wear this beautiful dress I gifted you to such a boring event?" he asked, tilting his head. "I thought it was a sign, with you sending it on the same day as the party." I was shuddering and sweating now, my heart pounding as I stared into his eyes. Sensing my unrest, he said, "About tonight, you didn't deserve what happened. My son is unruly.” "Thank you," I whispered, losing my breath. Though his caress was like fire, and I was seconds from losing self-control I couldn't give in that easily. I had to talk with him. "Mr. Williams," I began, licking my lips and swallowing, "I need to ask you something before we go any further." With all my strength, I held him at arm’s length. "By all means, my good girl." His voice was deep and smooth like velvet. “Please ask.” I managed a smile and with my eyes half shut, I drummed up the courage then asked, "What are we to you?" He paused r
Our kisses gave way to disrobing as he tossed me onto the bed. My core was surging as I laughed at his aggression. I thought he was going to take over but instead of him dominating me like usual, something rose to the surface of my sweat soaked skin and I couldn’t stop myself. Climbing on top of him, I slid down slowly on his throbbing member, my soaked pussy swallowing him fully. I was twitching and almost climaxed from barely moving as it filled me. I wanted to relish this as long as I could... but my temperance gave way to my desire. As I rode him, the way his pelvis was pressed against my clit, was so perfect. My core was swelling, and my sopping juice was sliding all over his balls. "Roman!" I shrieked, feeling free and unbridled. It was the first time I'd said his name to him, period. Mr. Williams moved so he could look at me. He was taken aback, his eyes slightly wider and he stopped moving. He covered my mouth, flipping me over and driving his cock inside me. "I never thou
I heard a knock on the door."Come in," I said.Mr. Williams entered and sat on the bed beside me. He spread out a new dress before my eyes."Put this on. Everett and your parents will be here soon.""My parents?” I gasped, covering my mouth in surprise. Instantly my stomach was in knots. “What did you tell them?”"Don't worry about it."I felt panicked, wondering what he'd said. Did he make up an excuse? Before I could temper myself, I asked, "Were you the one who removed that video?" He glanced at me and nodded."I can't take a chance on my family's reputation tanking, especially by people spreading rumors about me.""Thank you," I said.With that, I went to the bathroom to change. When I was in there, a sexy lingerie set was hanging on the back hook of the door. That wasn't there the night before when I showered. This was for me to wear.The first thing I pulled on was the lacy embroidered bra, with dark crushed velvet purple in swirls on the top with black and white str
Mr. Williams was in the other room and didn't hear Everett's complaints, so he targeted me, naturally. I inhaled, bracing myself for his verbal assault."I became the laughingstock last night and it's all your fault," Everett said, turning his lips down and narrowing his eyes in an accusatory manner. I crossed my arms."First you attacked my friend, using her to get back at me. Then you who posted a video in retaliation. It was just a shame fest in the name of revenge. That's not becoming of a Williams son.""You're unhappy with what my viewers said about you and Ada, is that it?" he asked with a sneer. "You deserved every last insult."He didn’t seem affected by my name dropping. But the night before, he had been saying I was beneath him. It made me wonder what being a Williams meant to him. Not surprising that he only used it when he wanted to seem like he was above others."You're acting like you planned this out. It was Daniel who recorded it. You just happened to find the pe
"Yeah, right," Everett said with a scoff. "He sure didn't look fake on the dance floor."All eyes were on me, and I felt like I was in the interrogation room. I'd just blurted out that Robert was my fake boyfriend, praying nobody would ask about it. But what did I expect?Of course, they were going to ask. That didn't make it any easier, though. I knew my parents hadn't said it was okay to date anyone yet. Little did they know what I was really doing behind closed doors."I demand to know what's going on!" my father shouted, his voice becoming gruffer. He stepped closer to all of us."Dad, calm down," I said firmly. When he shot me a look, I was like a deer in headlights. All my boldness that I'd felt was depleted. Noting the tension between us, Mr. Williams came over and held my father's shoulder."She's doing quite well at the company. It's no wonder that people want to pursue her," he said. "It's not all that uncommon.""My Mila is impressing you?" my dad asked. Was that a gl
Everett's POV::My dad was behaving strangely about this new job site. He said he actually wanted to return to Los Angeles to develop his career. Where did this come from?We originally lived in Los Angeles but then my mother left, and rumors started flying. Dad didn't want to be around that kind of atmosphere, so he took me away. After that, we'd only gone back once. So, why did he want to be near anything that reminded him of her, now?Since my childhood he'd always done what I asked and filled out my various requests. It was like I told Mila before; my mom left when I was young, and my dad and I grew close because of it. What I hadn't told Mila was that I was only three years old when she left. I have snippets of memories of what my mom looked like then, but I can't be sure they're real.Dad tried to make up for whatever pain I was in by compensating me with material items. I'd known that was his reasoning for a few years and if I was completely honest, I'd used it against him.
Ada's POV::I blocked the guy I went to the party with because he was terrible. Even worse than Mila's fake boyfriend Robert. He wouldn't even give me the time of day. Robert, that is.I guess he was too good for me.Though Mila's my best friend, I secretly admire her. Maybe that's putting it mildly. I envy her also. All the guys like her; it doesn't matter where they come from or what clique they belong in. Mila is appealing to all, and I couldn't blame them.When Everett suddenly kissed me the other night, I was thrown off. Initially, I resisted based on principle and how I hated him but after I couldn't wriggle away I accepted it. Within the few seconds we had made contact, I was turned on by his sparky charisma. Everett was a great kisser and even if he was just using me to get back at Mila, I wasn't complaining.It was dramatic and fiery the way Mila beat him up in my honor and all. After that, she grabbed me, and we raced outside until I climbed into Robert's car. I thought
Mila's POV::When I invited Ada to go on vacation to Los Angeles with me, my parents agreed! I knew Ada wouldn't refuse such a good offer, but when I told her about it, she didn't seem as excited as I expected her to be."Yo, Ada," I said when she picked up the phone. "Wanna go to LA with us?""LA... sure. Why not?""Fuck yeah! We can explore and see the west coast beaches. I bet there are plenty of sexy guys to look at. Isn't this awesome?""Eh," she said, "I guess so.It was curious that she wasn't thrilled. She always loved the opportunity to chase some boys."Ada, this isn't like you.""No, I'm sorry BFF. Just send me the flight info and I'll be there."I had given her a day and time to meet me at the airport. Judging by her indifferent attitude though, I wasn't sure she was going to show up. But like usual she was on time and ready to go.In front of my parents, Ada was very polite. Her outfit was classic and conservative; she's ladylike in front of our elders. It's the
I didn't want to lose him but this was stupid."You say this is a negotiation, but it seems more like a contract. I'm familiar with those now. It was you who taught me to read the fine print."Saying that pissed him off just like I knew it would. I turned from him and ran upstairs. I felt utterly alone and closed off from the world. Mr. Williams was hot as fuck, but I didn't feel comfortable with this. We had fun being spontaneous and if I was completely honest with myself, the unknowing was sometimes part of the enticement.Texting Ada, I wanted to hear some words of encouragement.Me: What are you up to? Have any pictures you can send me?I wanted anything to distract me from the discomfort that he'd just dumped on me. What a dick to make this into an ultimatum. He wanted me to call him Daddy, but that was all I was going to do. If he wanted me to call him master, that was different.Whenever Ada is with Everett, she doesn't respond to me so I wasn't surprised when I checked a
The next day, Ada came to the hospital. I could tell she had been crying for a long time. Her face was puffy and streaked and her eyelids were swollen.My heart felt heavy with guilt."I'm sorry, Ada. It was my carelessness that caused everyone to blame you.""Huh? Nobody blamed me. Mr. Williams was there to help me feel better. I was just worried sick about you.”"But Everett seemed so resentful toward you about it. That didn't bother you?"Ada shrugged and stared at the floor. Then she picked her head up and looked directly into my eyes."I have to tell you something," she said. She bit the corner of her mouth, fidgeting."Ada, what's wrong?" I asked.Everett came around the corner just as Ada was about to speak. When he entered the room, she curled back into herself and buttoned her mouth. What was it that she wanted me to know that Everett couldn't hear?"Mila, I'm here to bring you home!" he said excitedly. His words of comfort and energy were exactly what I wanted to he
I barely flinched as they injected me. An orderly helped me onto the bed, flipping his stethoscope over his head, sliding in the earpieces and listening to my chest."Her lungs aren't wheezing as badly but we aren't out of the woods yet. Let's get the treatment going."The doctor gave me more epinephrine shots and administered my nebulizer. The steamy tube of albuterol began to open my lungs. The sensation of relief was indescribable. I was going to live!Though the drugs had my body running high on adrenaline, I slowly began to feel my immune system calm down. My breathing leveled out, though my throat was in pain.Everett was pacing in the ward, holding one hand on his forehead. When he saw that I was more present, he walked over to me."Mila, you're alright.""Thank you, Everett," I said with a scratchy voice. "You remembered my inhaler and EpiPen."He nodded and smiled, exhaling in relief. Ada then rushed into the room, looking back and forth at me and the machines monitori
Once we were in a more private area, she leaned closer so we could talk quietly."Did Everett say something to you again? I'll kill that bastard," she said, punching her fist into her palm."No, no. This has nothing to do with him. It's something worse than that," I whispered. My lips were trembling as a spell of vertigo hit me. Ada gripped my shoulders, steadying me on my feet."Oh, God. Are you pregnant?" she asked with a straight face. Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile."Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in.""Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders."They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site."Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly
"I think that's a really bad idea, Ada. We're guests here on vacation. What if I was caught snooping around? That's not only rude but crossing personal boundaries. It could get us in trouble, not to mention Mr. Williams disowning me.""Okay, okay, fine," she said, putting her hands up and slumping her shoulders in defeat. She sure likes to learn about gossip, and I couldn't help but see her point of view. In my heart I had a wicked desire to find out, too. I didn't think it would be possible to keep it at bay for much longer.Once everyone was cleaned up, we decided to go outside and eat lunch on the back patio. As we indulged in the yummy food, my parents took turns asking me why I came back alone the night before."I ended up–" I began. But before I could finish, I was interrupted."We all decided–"Ada said, then stopped."It was my fault. It–" Everett butted in.The three of us exchanged awkward glances, realizing how uncoordinated and disorganized our answers were. If only w
Mila's POV::My stomach was in knots, knowing Ada thought of me as a rat. Not only that, but I left her alone, in the middle of the night at a strange place. Then Mr. Williams scolded her; everything was a mess. But none of that mattered because she was my best friend, and I needed us to be okay.Ascending the stairs, I held my breath then softly knocked on her bedroom door."Go away!" she said in a hissing whisper. Sighing nervously, I leaned closer. This was going to be difficult to have a covert conversation through a closed door. What if my parents heard us?"I'm sorry, Ada," I whispered as loudly as I could, "I'm just worried about you. Did something happen? Was Everett there or did he leave you?"As I waited for her answers, Everett sloppily walked up the stairs, expertly inserting himself into our conversation. He leaned against her closed door, forcing me to back up. I plugged my nose as he faced me, waving my hand back and forth."You smell horrible," I complained to hi
Everett's POV::I accidentally told Ada the truth. My mother leaving gouged a crater in my heart that could never be filled no matter how many girls I fucked, drinks I slammed, or cars I raced. That hurt was always there now it was out in the open.I hardly talked to Dad about it, much less a fuck buddy. Dad knows though. He always has. It's exactly why he continues to let things slide with me.He's been tightening up on the finances, though. He froze my accounts for fuck's sake, and I don't know why. It must have something to do with Mila. All my life he’s rarely refused my requests but lately, something has changed.Perhaps I'd been too harsh on her. Dad warned me about that, and of course, I didn't listen. If only I could win her back, things would be okay. Sometimes, I think with my dick too much though and this recent affair with Ada hasn't helped my chances any.“My story worked on you, didn’t it?” I asked, chuckling like my confession was one big joke. I had to do somethin
Everett headed toward the exit, his pace hastened with each step. My heart raced, terrified of what he'd find about Mila and his father. With my shoes slamming on the boardwalk, I awkwardly sprinted after him."Just what do you plan to do about it, rich boy?" I asked, panting. There was a bounce in his agitated steps that made it difficult to keep pace with."Shut up, Ada,” he growled. “I know you sent her away, probably on purpose so you could have me all to yourself." He curled his lip at me in disgust. I scoffed."Oh, please. Don't flatter yourself, you bastard." I waved my hand at him in dismissal. His glare was stern but then his attention was drawn elsewhere to something in the distance. When I followed his gaze, my throat felt tight when I saw who was there. It was Mila with Mr. Williams!As soon as I noticed, I quickly stepped in front, blocking Everett’s view. Though he was ducking his head and craning his neck to see around me, I made sure he wouldn't get a glimpse, fla
Ada POV::Initially, I had a vague pang of regret for not picking Mila up, but after coming home and seeing her with Mr. Williams, I knew it was right not to disturb her last night. Besides, I had a secret of my own that I didn't want to reveal to her.Though I pretended I didn't know about his whereabouts to Mila, Everett had returned last night, after all. He was worried that I would confess about our one-night stand to her so we spent the evening at a bar. It was probably simply to pacify me, but I went with it.Putting aside that he's a jerk and Mila's former fling, I came to realize that we have quite similar tastes in alcohol, music and enjoy playing darts. He loosened up the more we drank, and I tested him to see how competitive he was. His aggression with Mila’s mystery boyfriend made me know he'd not be able to resist."Aw, damn," I said, tossing a dart haphazardly to the board. I sucked my lower lip, overplaying my girlish mannerisms. Everett noticed a chance to dominate