A CRAZY PLAN

Kristen had been so hungry the previous night she had forgotten that she wanted to seduce Adrian. Losing her virginity had to wait; Adrian wanted her to learn how to cook. He had been so patient with her the previous night while they made a simple pasta dish, though she saw the muscle in his jaw thick when she did something wrong. He was struggling not to shout out at her.

They had managed to make a salvageable meal together and Kristen was proud. The food was not perfect or anything, and Adrian was not on his way to becoming a world class chef, but they could actually eat and enjoy the food—which was way more than one could say about hers.

Kristen had gone to sleep that night in a bed that she would have not preferred, plotting how she would land in another bed the next night.

She woke up the next morning, chirpy happy; ready to carry out her devious plans.

“Get dressed, we are going to the village,” Adrian said, popping his handsome head inside her room.

“The village?” She was surprised, but then again she shouldn’t have been, that was where he was the previous night.

“Yes, you will like to see it and some people want to meet you,” Adrian clarified.

“Oh okay,” she said. She was still in bed, happily imagining all the ways he could take her. Not one to waste an opportunity, she sat up, letting the creamy bed sheets drop to her waist.

“Shit!” She heard him cuss. An instant smile graced Kristen’s lips; she loved the effect she had on him. She saw his blue eyes harden with something that looked like pure lust as he said, “Please don’t dress like a slut.” He promptly banged the door a on his way out.

That was just a one-time thing! She wanted to shout. Kristen would be a big lair if she said Adrian’s words did not hurt her, the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was a slut. She couldn’t blame him for thinking that though, she had dressed like a tramp almost all the times that they met.

Kristen grimaced as she remembered their first meeting; he had been such an ass.

I can’t believe I want to fuck that man. Well the pussy wants what the pussy wants.

She stood up from her bed and went straight to the bathroom. She was going to show him that she could look decent.

Adrian groaned as he left Kristen’s room. He had not expected that Kristen would do that.

Was the woman trying to kill him?

He was already hanging on a very thin thread of self preservation. He had expected she would be shy that morning, considering the fact that she was the one who asked him to stop. He certainly did not expect her to act so brazen. If he did not know that she was a virgin, he would have taken the invitation immediately. But he knew no matter how Kristen acted, she was probably still scared.

It did not help that every muscle in his body stood at alert whenever she was in a fifty mile radius. Clothed or not, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Adrian took his seat on the soft couch and brought out his phone to call his father. Questions had been flying through his mind since the previous day. He wanted to know if it was true that his father and mother visited the island everywhere and also to be sure if Curtis and Shania were really his mother’s friends.

He did not expect his father to give him a straight answer as the man always avoided talking about his wife.  He knew that his parents were very much in love—the fact that he never remarried was a testament to it—and the death of his wife hurt him very much.

“Hello Dad,” Adrian said into the phone immediately his father picked up the phone.

“Hello Son. You are not supposed to call me until the two weeks are over,” his father said. Adrian could hear the teasing tone in his voice.

“Well I am coming now. I learnt something interesting.”

“Really,” his father replied. By his tone, Adrian knew his father knew what he was talking about.

“Yes father, really. Apparently, you and Mom are popular around these parts.” His father did not even bother to try to deny it, “We used to go to the island for our honeymoon each year. After your mother died, it was not the same.”

“What are you trying to prove father? I told you I that I won’t marry her and you send me to you and mom’s favorite place for a vacation?” He asked his father.

“If you were hoping that we would fall in love and live happily ever after, I can assure that nothing of the sort is going to happen.”

“Never say never son,” his father said and Adrian groaned.

“So the both of you knew Curtis and Shania?” Adrian asked.

“Yes we did. They were one of the very first people we met on the island. How is the old bugger?” His father asked and Adrian heaved a sigh of relief. At least he was sure they would be safe.

“Well he said you didn’t keep in touch.”

“It was so hard after your mother died. I could not have anything to do with that island. Everything reminded me of your mother. When I finally began to feel better, too much time had passed and the gap had grown too wide.” Adrian could not believe that his father had gone through so much—well; he did believe it since he was there—but he did not know the gravity of pain his father had felt. The man always looked so strong—he had to be—he had five children to care for.

“I am sorry Dad,” Adrian said and he meant it. There were things he could have done to make things easier for his father, but he hadn’t.

“It’s alright son. That time is past.”

“It is.”

Minutes after the call was completed, Adrian was seated and awaiting Kristen. He had seen Kristen in different forms. At first, he had seen as elegant—he wouldn’t admit it at the time—at the ball, then he had seen her as a business woman at the office, he then saw her as a spoilt brat with her over sized shirt and no shorts and finally he saw that she could pull off the slut look in her ensemble the previous night. But nothing at all would have prepared him for what he saw. Kristen was dressed like a... Like a wife.

He wasn’t sure how the process the information. She was wearing a simple floral gown that was tighter around her bust and clinched on her waist, flowing down to her knees. Her hair was down her shoulder in a braid. She wore simple stud earrings and the most gracious smile. Most of all, she carried herself with poise and grace like that was what she was and no one could contradict that.

“Adrian!” He heard her shout, it was only then he realized he had been staring at her, apparently for too long.

He cleared his throat immediately, and schooled his expressions. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel he was affected.

“Let’s go,” he said and took her hand.

Kristen felt very powerful—and giddy—as she walked hand in hand with Adrian. She read his expression and knew that he was surprised. She was so happy that she had proven him wrong and still managed to look attractive while doing it. In no distant time, there were in the village. The sun was already setting and there was a distinct chill in the air, but the whole area was bustling with activity. People seemed to coming out and leaving what seemed to Kristen like an entertainment centre, buying food, conversing and all.

“I didn’t know that so many people lived here,” Kristen said. She was quite overwhelmed with the number of inhabitants. She could not believe she actually thought it was just going to be her and Adrian on the island.

“Well they do.” Adrian’s answer was short and concise, delivered in a much chipped voice. He sounded as though he was angry with her and Kristen could not fathom why. She promptly rolled her eyes.

Kristen kept her mouth shut and Adrian did not say anything until they stopped in front of a quaint, but homey looking cabin.

“Good evening, Adrian and Kristen I presume,” an older couple greeted the both of them. Kristen brought out her mega watt smile and turned up the charm to one hundred.

“Yes, it’s Kristen,” she said, shaking the older man and bringing the woman into a warm hug.

“My name is Curtis and this is my wife Shania. Come inside and meet the rest of the family,” the older man said. He looked fit, but yet you could tell that he was advanced in his years by the manner in which he talked. He exuded all sorts of fatherly vibes. His warm smile made her want to coddle him. His wife on the other hand, looked skeptical, like she was deciding if she wanted to love her or hate her. Since she just met the woman, Kristen could not tell what she did to warrant that.

Adrian placed his hand on the small of her back as the older couple guided them into their home. Kristen noted the show of affection as there was nothing else she could think about. His palm was burning into her skin and all her senses were at alert.

The sweet aroma of food wafted through her nostrils as they entered the house, momentarily distracting her from the hand so close to her ass—a hand that had spanked that ass.

“These are our daughters, Faith and Brianna,” Curtis said, introducing two girls who looked Kristen’s age—maybe a bit older. The girls could pass as twins as they were both of the same height and the same body size. They even had the same shape of face and simple aura. But Faith had dark brown hair and Brianna was clearly blonde, with lighter coloring. Faith wasn’t nearly dark enough to pass as black, but she was dark enough to look mixed. Kristen wondered if there was a black grandparent in their lineage.

Pleasantries were shared and dinner was served. Before long, Kristen found out why Shania looked her that way. It was clear that she wanted Adrian for one of her daughters—specifically, Brianna. The matchmaking was so clear and also very annoying. The only thing that gave her joy was the fact that Adrian didn’t seem to want anything to do with the younger lady; he hated Brianna more than he hated her. That was good enough for Kristen.

So as Brianna smiled, flirted and Shania prodded, Kristen wrapped her hand around Adrian’s muscled arms and made as much body contact with him as possible. She wanted everyone to know that he was hers—at least for two weeks.

“We will like to take our leave now,” Adrian said when Brianna let out a particularly crass remark about the color of her skin. Kristen was proud of how she managed to keep quiet throughout the whole ordeal. Ordinarily, she would have told Brianna where she could stick her words, but she didn’t. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last time that someone would use the color of her skin against her. The fact that she was from a rich family helped people barely said things to her face. But there were cases where people didn’t know how rich and powerful her family was—like Brianna—and the ache it brought never lessened.

Curtis expression showed how sorry he was and how disappointed he was in his daughter and wife. He apologized profusely even though she told him it was alright.

“I am sorry,” Adrian said as they walked back to the cabin. Kristen found that she enjoyed walking. Back at home, there was nowhere to walk to. She was always in and out of a car. She enjoyed the cool breeze as it ruffled her ear and glided over her skin.

“Sorry?” She asked. That was the last she expected Adrian to say. It was not as though he did anything wrong. If anyone should be apologizing, it should have been Brianna. But yet the arrogant bastard was actually apologizing.

“I knew Shania was bent on matchmaking, but I didn’t know it will get so bad,” he said and he truly sounded sincere.

“It’s alright,” she said, leaning closer to his side. She loved the warmth that his body brought.

They walked in silence to the cabin, his arm around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. No words were spoken but their bodies and minds had an unspoken agreement.

As they got into the cabin, Adrian turned and stared straight in the eye. Before she could even decipher the look in his eyes, he pressed his lips to hers. The kiss wasn’t rough and punishing like the first, it was rather soft. Kristen could have called it uncharacteristic but she was enjoying the feeling way too much. He slowly nipped at her bottom lip and she opened up for him, giving his tongue entrance into her mouth. She all but melted into his embrace; she had been waiting for him to touch her since that morning.

She roamed her hand over his shirt, desperate for some flesh. The soft kiss had turned into something else, something animalistic. She wanted him as bad as he wanted her. His mouth left her lips to suck on her neck, dragging the soft flesh with his teeth, soothing it with his tongue. Her entire pussy was on fire. She could feel herself dripping on her panties.

Kristen didn’t even realize they were moving until her back hit a wall. Not thinking too much of it, she jumped on him and he caught her. She wrapped her legs around his waist to steady herself, bringing her dress around her waist. She had managed to get rid of his shirt and his lean physique was all for show. Adrian was not overly muscular, he didn’t have the biggest pectorals or rock hard abs, but his body was perfect in the best way. She ran her hands up down his chest, rubbing her thumb over his light brown nipples. She closed her eyes as she heard the low groan that rumbled from his chest.

She was about to reach up and kiss his neck when he suddenly stopped touching her. She could feel his change of mood as his body froze.

“What’s wrong?” Kristen asked, raising her hand to his cheek.

“This is wrong,” he said and Kristen felt like hitting his head, hard. He hadn’t even touched her where she needed him the most and he wanted to stop.

“It’s not wrong,” she said, tracing her hand down his chest.

“Kristen, I have no intentions of marrying you,” he said. Kristen would have to been of steel for the comment not to have hurt her. She had no plans of marrying Adrian, but having him say it, when she was still in his arms, was a huge blow to her ego.

“Well I don’t want to marry you either,” she managed to choke out.

“We are here for two weeks. We can have fun, no one will know. When we get back to New York, everyone can go their separate ways,” she said. She had mustered enough courage to continue her quest. She ran her hand slowly down his chest, scraping her finger lightly on his skin.

“We will be fine,” she said as she wrapped her hand around his hard dick. She smiled as he groaned into her neck. The next two weeks were going to be fun.