I wake up the next morning and find myself in Anthony's bed. I'm still in the same dress as the night before. I get off the bed and look around the room. It's meticulous, without a single thing out of place. Well, except for my shirt and jeans folded on top of an armchair. Am I supposed to shower in here? The dress is irritating my skin and there are a set of my fresh clothes, but there may be a chance Anthony will have something to say about it, for sure. He doesn't seem like the type to like sharing his space. Speaking of Anthony, how did he know I was at that club yesterday? No one knew except Linda and Harper. I doubt any of them told him, let alone have his number. Either he's been following me or he's tracking me. He doesn't strike me as the type of person to follow someone, but then again, I wouldn't put it past him.I decide to take a shower after all, but continue to think about it, still lingering on his bed. My thoughts halt when the door opens and Anthony comes in. "Yo
"I see a whole lot of space over there." I point to the other end of the couch and look at Anthony pointedly. He spreads his legs and eats from his plate, as if he has no care in the world, completely ignoring what I just said. Just like how we're both ignoring the fact that he groped me. That shouldn't have felt as good as it did. I watch how he meticulously stabs a pelmeni, which is basically a dumpling and chews it a certain number of times. The same way he had done at my parents' house. His jaw works as he chews and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. After he finishes his plate, he loosens his tie with deft fingers and I press my thighs together. "I'm going to Chicago on Saturday." I inform him. "And you're telling me now?"I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "Is that a problem or would you have preferred me not telling you? I'm telling you three days in advance.""That bratty attitude of yours is pissing me off." The way his eyes darken signifies a threat. I
On Saturday morning, I find Anthony already seated in the jet. I'm not going to lie, I contemplated flying commercial this morning due to Anthony's asshole behavior that night, but Anthony's jet is much more comfortable. Sebastian had still been awake when I went to our room that night, and he apologized for snapping at me. After that, we talked about our respective days until I started a pillow fight. If I couldn't hit the elder Crosswalk, I could settle for hitting the younger one with a pillow. I look at Anthony's pissed face and smirk. I was late on purpose. I decide to sit in a different row from him. It's better for me that way. When I go to sit in the aisle beside him, my heel snags on a bump in the carpet and I catch hold of Anthony's arm rests before I fall and embarrass myself. God knows I've done it enough in front of this man. When I look up, my face is mere inches from his. He remains as still as a statue as usual. Sometimes, I wonder if he really groped my breasts that
Anthony takes a water bottle and I watch as his tatted hand flexes when he cracks open the bottle and Adam's apple bob as he gulps. He downs the entire thing and crushes the bottle after the water is gone. I imagine what that hand would look like circling my throat. My hand involuntarily goes to my throat and I blush. Anthony's nostrils flare and his fists clench. "I can smell your cunt."I gasp. "You're crazy."I can't believe his audacity. He's not wrong, but still. He doesn't have to point it out. I glance at his slacks and my eyes widen. His erection looks obscene. How would it be if I just straddled his hips and gyrated against that? I cross my legs and immediately slam my thoughts to a halt. This perverted woman isn't who I am. I've never been so desperate for a man and I'm not going to start now. Thankfully, the car stops in front of my hotel and I waste no time in getting out, but to my dismay, Anthony gets out too. "I'm fine now. You can go on your way."He buttons up hi
I wait at Clover Cafe for Clara, Warren's sister. It's a fairly big internet cafe. Most of the patrons are college students and a few businessmen scattered here and there. I go over my budget and select the wedding venue for Adeline's marriage, whilst waiting for Clara. A few minutes later, a tall brunette enters the cafe. She must be Clara, as I'm assuming the 'C' pendant dangling from her neck stands for her name. I wave at her and she heads to my table. "Charlotte Daymond?""Yes, you must be Clara." I get up to hug her. "I'm so sorry for running late. My boss wouldn't let me go." She chuckles."Oh, seems demanding."I open an itinerary on my laptop. "He is, ever since he put this ring on my finger. Won't let me out of his sight."I laugh and look at her diamond ring. Her smile looks blissful. "Seems like a story I'd like to hear." She giggles and I show her my laptop screen. "You want the wedding held here, yes?""That's right."I set the dates for her venue check, cake tast
It's a surprise that Anthony drives us to the restaurant. Honestly, I didn't even know which one I wanted to go to when I was heading out, but it looks like he's picked one out, because he looks like he's sure as to where he's driving. I watch his profile as he drives. His tatted hands clutch the steering wheel and his watch glints from the streetlights' refraction. The way he drives is so smooth as the car glides under his handling. His hair is perfectly styled, his beard is neatly trimmed and his build is lean and athletic. There's not even a hint of a beer gut to be found. His biceps bulge as he turns the steering wheel. He's a man who takes care of himself and that's undeniably hot. We finally come to a stop in front a big building. Le Petit-Italie. The valet opens my door and Anthony hands over the keys. Anthony walks in and is immediately greeted by a man who reminds me of Santa Claus. "Anthony!" The man pulls him into a hug, before turning to me. "Bella! Who is this beauti
Sebastian:I should feel happy that they're both gone and that I have the house to myself, but I'm not. It just feels...empty.I call Addy and tell her to come to my house. Ten minutes later, she's at my doorstep. Blonde hair left loose in waves, a short sundress to showcase her long legs and red fuck me heels. I grin and kiss her. I pull her inside and close the door. After minutes of making out with her, my dick still won't stand up. "Let's watch a movie." I take her hand and lead her to the hall, but she stops me and cups my dick. "Isn't he up for it today?""I just want to spend some time with you today."She gets down on her knees and gives me a coy smile. If anything, her blowjob does make me hard. "Where does that bitch sleep?"I swallow down my retort and take her upstairs. When we reach our room, I stop. Half her clothes fill the closet, with mine filling the other half. Her dreamcatchers line the bed above the wall. She had asked me what bedsheet I liked and I picked out
After the dinner/date that I thoroughly enjoyed, we go back to our suite. To my disappointment, Anthony goes into his room, so I have no choice but to go into mine. Not even a kiss. The thought makes me angry and frustrated. I should be thinking about Sebastian, but Sebastian has made it clear that there are no feelings between us. More importantly, I want his father, not him. I plop down on my bed and close my eyes. Anthony's scent drifts into my nose and my panties become damp again. The way he smells, the way his forearm flexes when he drives, that stoic and angry face that only he can make look so sexy and his dick that was hard for me. The last thought is the final straw. I slip my hand underneath my dress and touch myself, both surprised and disgusted at how wet I am. When my fingers touch my clit, a moan escapes. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Anthony's voice makes me gasp and get up. He's doused in the shadows, casually sitting in an armchair. A dim lamp casts shadow
Charlotte:I groan aloud at the sensation. "That feels so good Tony." I moan. His thumbs press into my arch and I see heaven. "I've been told I'm a good foot masseuse." He smirks at me. My eyes start watering and my lips start wobbling. "By who?"His smirk falls right off. "Of course by you, sunshine. You've told me that almost every day.""Oh, so it's not someone else?" I sniffle. "Of course not. Why would I be giving anyone else foot massages?"I fan my face. "You're right. It's the hormones."He presses his ear against my seven month pregnant belly. "What's my little angel saying today?""She's wants to come out and she's craving a big, juicy Snickers bar.""She craves or her Mama craves?"I roll my eyes at him. "Does it make a difference? Isn't it the same?""Who knew pregnancy could make you this adorable?""Yeah, it's adorable to you. People will probably confuse me for a whale." I start sobbing. "Okay, calm down baby. No one thinks you're a whale and if anyone says tha
Charlotte:"Good morning Sebastian."I greet him as soon as I enter into the kitchen. "Good morning." He smiles at me. I make myself a bowl of granola with yogurt and sit down to eat it. A short while later, Anthony comes in a forest green suit with a black shirt underneath. His hair is still wet and curls behind his ears. It makes him look adorable. He catches my gaze and gives me the faintest of smiles. Even though it's small, his eyes glimmer and I just want to bite him. "Dad, you seem happy. Anything special happening?""Today's the day I acquire Daymond Diamonds. I'm still thinking about whether I should incorporate it into Crosswalk Industries or just let it be the way it is, putting some of my employees there and taking some of theirs. Either way, they'll need to have a temporary CEO.""I could do it.""I'll let the other members know. They'll have to take a vote on it."Sebastian shrugs. "That's fine with me."The rest of our breakfast goes in silence and Anthony is the fi
Charlotte:When I wake up the next morning, I feel his morning wood against my back. We're both tangled in each other and I carefully untangle myself. Deciding to wake him up with a morning blowjob, I take him out of his pants and lick from the bottom to tip. When I get it wet enough with my saliva, I suck his balls into my mouth.I rise and put his whole length into my mouth, suctioning my lips around him. When I look at his face, I see he's awake, looking down at me with hooded eyes. God, he's so handsome. Without warning, I feel his bitter cum hit my tongue. Without removing my mouth from him, I lick around his tip. Only when he stops coming, I pull my mouth off him. "Swallow."I do. "Good girl." I blush and get off the bed. Just as I'm about to go into the bathroom, my phone rings and I pick it up. "Dad?""Good morning baby doll.""Good morning.""You know when you were a baby, you looked just like a little doll. With a head full of chocolate hair and wide green eyes that alwa
Charlotte:I go downstairs, of course, into Anthony's room. I open the door and lock it behind me. Anthony rotates his armchair to face me. He's working on his laptop at his desk, his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He's in a soft looking grey shirt and black joggers. "You miss Daddy already sunshine?"I don't respond and simply climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I always miss you."He palms the back of my head and puts my face in his neck. I inhale his scent and it's like a sort of calm settles over me. "You know, if I knew beautiful, young women would fall for me, I would have entered the dating market sooner."My head snaps up and I grip his throat with both my hands. He throws his head back and laughs. Does he think I won't strangle him? I start to apply pressure. "Easy tiger. That was a joke.""Does it look like I'm laughing?"He holds his hands up in surrender. "Point noted. I'm sorry. But anyway, it's not even true. I didn't want anyone til
Charlotte:"Daddy, could you please pass the gravy?" It's a classic misconception. Anthony and my father reach for it at the same time. I manage to hide my snicker, but tense silence ensues, with both their hands suspended over the gravy bowl. I never call my father Daddy, but he assumed it was him I was addressing. With everyone at the table staring at them and both of them staring down one another, Anthony regains control of the situation, like he usually does. "Apologies. Sebastian used to call me that often. Took me back to those times."My father, seemingly satisfied with the answer, leaves it be. It's Anthony who passes the gravy in the end. When he does, he squeezes my thigh from underneath the table and I cover my gasp with a cough. I clench my thighs, trapping his hand between them. That squeeze might leave a handprint, but it made me so wet, that my thighs stick together when I unclench them. Anthony's nostrils flare, as if he can smell my arousal. I'm just waiting for
Anthony:"It would take me mere minutes to dismantle your business James."I hear his sharp intake of air. "I've dealt with your daughter's misdeeds for long enough, but she's crossed so far the line today.""W-what do you mean?" He stutters. "You cross Charlotte, you cross me. You don't want to cross a Crosswalk, do you James?" The shit I can manage to say and get away with makes me laugh sometimes. Young Anthony could have never. We reap what we sow, and damn, am I enjoying the fruits. "Not at all.""Too bad. You already did.""No! Wait! Please. Adeline will issue a public apology. I'll make sure of it."I think it over. She ought to be punished, and Lance Harrington will put her in her place, I'm sure. There's no way she can escape embarrassing him. He may look docile and weak on the outside, but even I don't want to know the shit that goes on in that head. Those rumors about him killing his foster parents and setting fire to his aunt's home are not just gossip. "Next time she
Charlotte:By the time I reach Meadow Cross, the venue of the wedding, Stacy rushes toward me, her eyes frantic. I get out and enter the room assigned for Adeline's wedding. It's. A. Total. Mess. The sheer curtains are in tatters, the bouquets of flowers are slimed and blackened, the carpet on the floor is completely torn up, and all the chairs are overturned and some of them are destroyed, and the altar is spray painted. Who would even do such a thing? I take a deep breath and call Franklin, the manager, to ask him if we can have another room. "I'm sorry Ms. Daymond. I'm afraid they're all booked."After hanging up, I dial my cleanup crew and tell Stacy to call all the vendors of the decorations she's used. My cleanup crew arrives in five minutes and the arrangements come ten minutes later. I needed to pull some strings for that. As soon as the cleaning crew removes a destroyed item, we replace it with a new one. Just short of two hours, we're done. The cleanup crew leaves and
Charlotte:I can't believe the audacity of this man. I shove him and go for the door, but his arm wraps around my abdomen from behind, pulling me into his body. "I'm sorry Charlotte. I don't care if I have to say this for the rest of my life. I'm never letting you go again, I promise.""I know the drill Anthony. Once I fall back into your arms, you'll let me go again. This time it was Sebastian. Next time, it may be some other man you want me to be with."His fingers wrap around my throat and squeeze. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."I laugh despite the heat that shoots down to my core. "Ah, now he's angry.""You think I wanted to do it? I was dying inside. I'm admitting it's my fault for not thinking about you."I turn around to face him. "You think I was a bitch to Sebastian in the starting of our marriage? All he had were chances Anthony. I didn't want him. I wanted you. Only you.""Fuck, don't use the past tense baby.""I will. It's what you deserve." I still only want him, but he does
Anthony:"Get out of my room." I don't need to see her face to know who those long legs, wearing red heels belong to. It's not the first time she's had me cornered. "You didn't even look at me." She laughs, her blonde hair bouncing against her shoulders. Her blue dress clings to her body and to my utter dismay, she starts swiping her finger back and forth on her bottom lip. She takes slow, deliberate steps toward me, dragging her fingernails across all the furniture on her way. It grates on my nerves. She comes to a stop when the tips of her red stilettos touch my leather loafers. She tilts her head to put her lips near my ear. "Oh Anthony, how I've missed you."She drags that same damned fingernail across my neck and I remove myself from her touch. "Shame, Adeline. I didn't miss you one bit."She smirks. Her red lips stretching over her white teeth. "I think you're lying. Your dick says otherwise."I look down at her with furrowed eyebrows. What is she going on about now? Befo