OCTAVIA’S POV
“Guess what, girls?” The excited voice of Victoria rang out and the other girls squealed in excitement to hear whatever she had in-store for us.
“What?” The all asked in unison, elbows on the table, eyes on Victoria and ears wide open.
“Liam proposed yesterday during our dinner date!” Victoria announced and the girls screamed so loudly that other people in the coffee shop threw nasty glares at us.
Despite the looks the people from the coffee shop were throwing at the girls, they never stop screaming in joy.
“What, that means I will be one of the chief bride’s maid!!” Nana exclaimed, happiness written all over her face.
“Yes of course!” Victoria replied and they both connected their fingers together and started screaming once more.
“I think this is a sign to propose to my girlfriend.” Blanche also spoke up.
As for Blanche, she is a lesbian and her girlfriend wasn't among us.
All their discussions were far-fetched. It felt like it was carried away by the breeze which came in through the window.
I was disturbed, worried and sad about everything.
Like always, Bernie couldn't make me orgasm and the level of my frustration was at its peak.
“Octavia,” Victoria nudged at me with her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She asked.
I flinched, snapping out of my thoughts, forcing a smile on my face.
“Yes, I am fine. I'm just a little tired from writing.” I lied, fixing my scattered hair due to the breeze.
“Life of an author isn't easy.” Nana sighed and blew me a kiss. “So how is you and Bernie? Does he show sign of proposing soon?”
I sighed. Do I even want to be proposed to?
If he proposed, I would have no option than to marry him.
But what about my sex life?
My toys can't get me off the way a dick can, and the whole issue was already taking a troll on me.
“No. I'm not ready for marriage.” I wrinkled my nose, shaking my head slightly. “We are both busy with work and our daily lives. Marriage is not in the picture for now.”
My words made the girls silent. They all sipped from their coffee, staring at each other like they had no words to counter what I had just said.
“You all don't need to be silent. It's my decision.” I chuckled, trying to ease the sudden tension that overwhelmed the atmosphere.
“You've been dating for three years, and the thought of settling down with Bernie haven't ever crossed your mind?” Victoria asked, her gaze fixed on mine.
She was trying to read me through my expression, but I didn't give it out. I made it unreadable.
“No.” I said firmly and the girls heaved a sigh.
“If you say so.” Nana gave up and turned to Victoria, smiling brightly.
I was jealous of Victoria.
She would be getting married to the love of her life and I doubt orgasms would ever be a problem for her.
She always told us about how well her fiancé fucks her, and for that, I was really jealous of her.
“I'm so happy for you, Vic. Don't worry, at your wedding, we will pull up in a Bugatti!” I said smiling widely and the other girls laughed.
I have known the three girls since our college days, and we've been friends ever since then.
Victoria would be getting married soon. Nana is single for as long as I could remember while Blanche has a girlfriend.
After about an hour of discussing about the venue, our wedding dresses and all that for Victoria's wedding, we all said our goodbyes.
I took a cab home, which was a five minute drive to Bernie's home.
Bernie's home was a mansion, if not more than.
His parents were both dead and they left behind enough fortune for him and his older brother.
Older brother?
Bernie rarely talked about his older brother, infact, he never talked about him.
I had no reason to ask about him, so I never bothered asking.
The cab dropped me off in front of the gate, I paid him and made my way into the house.
Upon reaching, I saw a blue Bugatti causing a frown to appear on my face.
Bernie doesn't own a Bugatti, so whose car could it be?
I shrugged and made my way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
Once I was filled to my heart content, I took the stairs, heading to our room.
With each stair I took, I was hearing strange voices.
At first, it sounded like whimpering, but as I got closer, I noticed it was moans from a woman.
My heart began to race faster.
What if it turns out to be Bernie?
Many thought clouded my mind and I had to hold the staircase for support.
Upon reaching our room, it was empty.
It was exactly the same way I had left it to go hang out with the girls.
The frown on my face deepened, and dare I say that I was relieved that it wasn't Bernie?
So if it wasn't Bernie, who could it be?
I made a sudden U-turn, heading to the room which Bernie had warned me not to go into.
His older brother's room.
Slow and steady, I walked to the door and placed my ears gently on it.
Like predicted, the moans were coming out from his room.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
I have never seen his brother and neither do I know what he looks like.
But from his grunting and growling, he wouldn't be someone like Bernie.
I placed my ear a little more closer and the door creaked open.
It wasn't much but it was enough to see what was going on behind the door.
The two sex addicts has no idea that someone was peeping at them through the slightly open part of the door.
I wanted to stop and walk away for the life of me, but something in me kept prompting me to take a look and I did.
Inside the room laid a lady on all fours, naked, and a huge man who was banging her from behind.
I couldn't see his face as his back was turned against me, but he was nothing short of perfection.
With his broad shoulders, tanned skin and sexy ass.
I couldn't stop looking.
“What are you doing, Tavia! You shouldn't be ogling at another man!” My subconscious mind screamed at me and only then did I snap out of whatever fantasy I was drowning myself into.
Just when I wanted to leave and run far away, unfortunately, the man turned and smirked at me.
Fuck! He already knew I was peeping t
hrough the door.
Without thinking too much about it, I ran straight into our room and shut the door behind me.
What the fuck just happened?
OCTAVIA’S POV “I'm sorry, Octavia. I also wasn't expecting him to be back to New Zealand.” Bernie said, shoving his fingers deep into his scalp, his frustration evident.I sat on the sofa in our room, hands under my breasts and my legs crossed on each other.My face features were hardened and I was glaring at Bernie like it was his fault.I knew that I have no right to complain, after all, the house belongs to Bernie and his older brother, whose name I haven't heard or probably couldn't recollect.“He never said he would be home soon. I swear I didn't tell you because I knew about it. I also have no idea.” Bernie tried to explain to me, his voice straining as he tried to make me understand.I have no idea why I was flustered and angry at Bernie when he was clearly not at fault.I just wished the ground could open and swallow me whole.I never want to come face to face with Bernie’s older brother, knowing that I was watching his sex escapades with a blondie just few hours ago.Leaving
OCTAVIA’S POV After what occured in the kitchen that day, I made sure to avoid Romania as much as I could.But I couldn't deny the fact that his earlier words made me wet.It was forbidden to admit, but that was the truth.I have never felt like that in my whole life and not even Bernie could make me wet with just his words.If his words could make me wet, then what about his actions?My mind was wandering into the depth of deception and temptation, but I won't let myself go astray, to fall into temptation.When Bernie returned, he asked his brother to join us for dinner, which I was clearly against but he ignored my opinion.I haven't said this before, but Bernie doesn't consider my opinion in whatever he does.To him, I wasn't smart enough to make a smart decision, to give a better opinion than him.I always shrug the feeling off. The feeling of being less than him.He never stopped rubbing it on my face that he was the man and he makes more money than I could ever make.And that f
ROMANIA’S POVI had no intention of returning to New Zealand for a while, but when I saw Bernie's photo with his girlfriend, I was mesmerised.I wanted to see her for myself, and if possible, have a taste of her.I knew whatever thoughts was running through my mind was forbidden.Growing up, I have never been interested in whatever belonged to Bernie, but now, I think I am.Without informing anyone and leaving an important business investment behind in LA, I returned to New Zealand.When I returned to the mansion our parents left behind, I didn't come alone, I came with a blondie.It has been a long time since I last fucked, so to throw a welcome back party for myself, I fucked a blondie in my room, which was neat and tidy as I had left it four years ago.I was so into the fucking that everything else didn't matter, not until I saw a sneaky bitch watching me fuck the blondie through the creak of the door.A smirk tugged at my lips, but I didn't turn around not until she was about leav
OCTAVIA’S POV “Girls, should we go out clubbing?” Victoria suggested on the video call. “I feel as if this might be my last time being a free bird. My fiancé, Liam, won't let me club once we get married.”Both Nana and Blanche nodded at once as if they've been thinking the same.I was silent. Lost in thoughts, and I had no idea that the girls were staring at me, waiting for my opinion.“You've been staring into spaces for a while now, Tavia. Are you sure you're okay?” Victoria asked, worry laced in her voice.I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled at them. “I'm fine girls, just facing some problems.”“What problem?” Blanche didn't even let me complete my words, before chipping in.She's in for all type of gossip.“My boyfriend’s older brother, Romania, returned from wherever he was, back to New Zealand.” I announced and the girls gasped, eyes widened.“No way!” They screamed in unison.“Yes way, and moreover, I'm uncomfortable with him around.” I heaved a sigh.“What does he look li
OCTAVIA'S POV Dare I say that I liked when Romania spanked my ass?I was being a bitch for enjoying a touch from another man who isn't my boyfriend.Guilty gnawed at my chest as I watch Bernie smiled at me, proclaim his constant love for me and also spank and fumble with the same ass his older brother had spanked few hours ago.I won't let such happen again. Even if I have to stay far away from him.He is dangerous as Bernie had earlier said.The more closer I get to him, the more fire consumes me.The fire from Romania, isn't a normal one.It's a fire of temptation and destruction, once I get closer, I would be consumed by it and there won't be an escape route for me.I will lose Bernie and the love he has for me because of a mere temptation.“Are you okay, Octavia? You've been staring into space.” Bernie kissed my exposed cleavage, his eyes filled with lust and a little part was consumed with worry.He wanted to have sex with me but since I was spacing out unnecessarily, he was wor
ROMANIA’S POV After what happened in the sitting room where myself and Octavia were fighting for the remote control, she began to avoid me due to guilt. She has a boyfriend who loves her, but she let another man spank her, of course, she was feeling guilty because of it. But I wasn't. If I was oppurtuned again, I will spank her ass once more and even do more than spanking. After Bernie returned from work, few minutes later, I was hearing Octavia’s moans. She was moaning so loud for me to hear. I could tell. It was a warning, which say; ‘Back off! I'm already satisfied with my man!’ But I know damn well that Bernie can never satisfy her. He never can. Even in college, all his girlfriends always breaks up with him because he couldn't satisfy them. But not long after, the moans stopped and I couldn't hear a thing. Either way, I felt a feeling tugged at my chest. I felt the sense of ownership. To claim Octavia and warn Bernie to stay the fuck away from her, but I can't. She i
OCTAVIA’S POV It's been a month since Romania’s return to this mansion and slowly, he was getting his way into my pants.I haven't let him in yet, but we often engage in nasty and wild pleasures.He often finger fuck me and also suck my tits during Bernie's absence, but today, I was determined to fuck him and fulfil my long wish- wet desires.I often dreamt of being fucked by Romania, and today , I was bringing that dream to reality.Dressed in a short and tank top without a bra, I made my way into the kitchen to get my usual fruit blended mix.Whatever I was doing, was intentional. It was today or never.With a cup of mixed fruit, I made my way to the sitting room where Romania was watching his usual business news.I walked past him, shaking my ass intentionally close to his face earning me a chuckle from him.“Someone is trying to seduce me.” He stated, his eyes not leaving my ass until I sat on the sofa.“Me? Seduce you?” I scoffed like it wasn't my intention after all.I opened
OCTAVIA’S POV I never thought that my relationship with Romania would affect my relationship with Bernie.I never knew that one day, I would have to chose between the two men.My love life or my sexual life?Bernie treated me like a princess but sometimes he made it known that he was the man who earns and house me, but Romania never made me feel so.He carried my like an egg and also made me wet with his dirty obscene words.We've been fucking constantly.In the sofa, in the kitchen, in me and Bernie’s room, his room, corridor, swimming pools.Fuck! I felt so satisfied.He would go several rounds without getting tired and we both explored different kind of sex life.With him around, I felt wanted, needed.But as the saying goes; ‘Nothing is hidden under the sun.’We were bound to get caught by Bernie or something other person and that day came faster than I thought.I thought I had prepared myself for what was coming, but I wasn't.It was a Friday morning and Bernie left for work as
NICOLE’S POV Waking up the next morning, a pang of headache hit me so hard that I rose from the bed with my head in my hands.I could barely see as the headache turned out to be the aftermath of last night drinking. Hangover.Looking around the room which I slept last night, my brows furrowed and my eyes narrowed.The room was nothing like my room, so whose room or rather, whose house was this?I looked around, trying to find my phone only to find out that I was in a total different clothes from what I wore to the club for my birthday party.Shit!My hands immediately flew to my mouth and my eyes widened like that of the moon.My jaw dropped to the ground that it was impossible to pick it up at that moment.Trying to ravage through my memories to find every pieces of last night sage, put them in order and find out what happened after I passed out.It was taking longer than expected to remember it all, but after what seems like forever, the memories came flooding in like a river.PREV
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As I walked out of my room, stretching my arms. Today is a free day, no classes, no test, no assignments. I had the whole day to myself. I grabbed my cellphone and headed downstairs to start my morning with a good meal and maybe another meal after that.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I caught sight of my mom sitting in the living room, talking away on her phone. She had a big smile plastered on her face, and I wondered who she was conversing with over the phone But I didn't intend to listen to her conversation but as I did unknowningly, the smile plastered on my face turned to disgust. "You're free to come and check up on your wife," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.My stomach twisted as I realized who she must be talking to. It was him - the guy I had met at the party last night, the one I had somehow gotten betrothed to without even realizing it.My mom had pushed me into this situation, trying to play matchmaker without even considering my feelings. And now,
I rested my right arm on the rail, looking interested. "You're pretty." I forced a smile onto my face, feeling a bit uncomfortable at his presence."I know I'm pretty, thanks for the compliment," I replied, still maintaining the fake smile as I glanced over at my stepfather.He was smiling and laughing with some people, with my mom cozied up in his arms. I felt my tummy tightening and pang of jealousy, wishing I was the one cozied up in his arms receiving all the adoration and attention but instead I'm stuck up with a stranger, forced to converse with him and made it look like I have interesting in his bullshit.My mom had introduced us just a little while ago, bragging about my academic excellence and trying to impress him.I don't know what kind of game my mom is trying to play but could it be she's trying to play the game of a matchmaker with the hope that things might hit off and a relationship will kickstart. If that's her game, I'm not going to participate in it because I'm not
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As I sat in front of the dining chair, I lazily held my fork, my eyes drifting towards Remington, who was eating his meal with a look of innocence. My mom was seated beside him, beaming with a bright smile as she gently kissed his lips, cleaning off the stain on his lips.At that moment I felt my throat drying up,my hands holding onto the fork tighter, slumping onto the chair further.Luna control yourself, "Fuck what's wrong with me?" Why is my throat getting dried, having the desires to be banged right now on the table screaming his name just because my mom had touched Remington's lips? I don't want this to make any sense . I quickly dropped my fork and reached for a glass of water, gulping it down in an attempt to shake off the sudden horniness I was feeling.Just then, my mom spoke up, "That reminds me, Luna." I coughed, almost choking on the water, and hastily set the glass down on the table. I turned my attention to my mom, trying to composed myself. "Anything, mom?" I asked,
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