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
Anthony:I wake up the next morning with Charlotte sleeping in my arms. I don't remember sleeping this well in ages. My eyes go to her tits and my dick stands at attention again. My eyes travel further down and see my handprint on her thigh. Her neck has one hickey. That won't do at all. I make more and caress her breasts. Her nipples harden, and at this point, my dick is painfully hard. I stripped down some time in the middle of the night. It would be so easy to just slip my dick into her right now, but I get up and look down at her beautiful face instead. Her rich dark chocolate hair, that sharp little nose, those full pink lips and that sweetheart shaped face. Angel. She opens her eyes and blinks sleepily at me. Her lips stretch into a slow, heart melting smile and it goes straight to my heart. She kisses her index and middle finger and places the same fingers on my lips. That shouldn't make me smile, but it does. Her eyes widen. "You should smile more Tony."My eyes go to her
Charlotte:I look at Anthony from my seat on the bed. Now, I'm absolutely certain that he's CK. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I glance at him, preparing to confront him. He's working on his laptop, sitting on the recliner where he fingered me last night. The memory heats up my cheeks. "Care to share your fantasy?" I look at him in shock when he pulls down his reading glasses to look at me. "I'd rather show it to you, but I have something to ask you."I love how he doesn't go back to working on his laptop, instead giving me his full attention. "What is it? If you want to ask me if I feel guilty, then my answer is no."I blush. "No, it's not that. I want you to be honest with me and if your answer to my question is a no, then we will not speak of this subject again."He nods skeptically. Good. "Are you CK?"He removes his reading glasses and sets them on the table in front of him, beside his laptop and runs his hand through his hair. "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't figured it
"I want someone to spend the night with. I know it sounds slutty, but it's a long story. I'm going to have to marry someone of my father's choosing and I want to choose who I give my virginity to. Sue me.""I don't have much interest in suing, but screwing? Now, that's something I'd rather prefer."I burst out laughing and hear him chuckling as well. "That kind of sounds like something some old pervert handyman would say.""Who says I'm not old?"I look at him again, but every inch of him looks fit and lithe. I can't see his hands because they're covered by white gloves, but his neck looks strong, without a wrinkle in sight. "Then maybe I can call you Daddy." I say coyly and hear the sharp intake of his breath. I avert my eyes from him and take a deep breath. I did not just say that. Before I can run away, his voice stops me. "There's a room upstairs."I look at his extended hand and then at his face, covered by the mask. I place my hand in his and he squeezes it, leading me throu
Anthony :The moment Sebastian greets us as we enter the house, I know something is different with him. The way he's averting his eyes when I speak to him and staring at Charlotte when he thinks no one is looking. The way I see it, he probably fucked Adeline and realized he likes Charlotte better. I narrow my eyes at him when he smiles at her. That genuine smile, how long has it been since I've seen it? "Let's put your things up."They both go upstairs and I'm left at the bottom of the stairs, thinking. When Charlotte reaches the top of the stairs, she looks down at me and blows me a kiss. I make a show of catching it and although it's got to be one of the most cheesiest acts I've ever performed, her laugh makes it worth it. Later that night, when I'm in my study, Charlotte comes in and locks the door behind her. I lean back in my chair and forget about my work because she's in the same skimpy dress she wore the first night she was here. Except this time it's a deep purple rather
Charlotte:The next morning, me and Anthony have breakfast together. I didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, but I also didn't want to risk it, so I left at dawn. "These waffles are amazing Julia." I say as I eat another bite. "You like anything I make malyshka.""That's because you're so good at it.""Good morning." All our heads turn toward Sebastian. He looks quite cheerful this morning. "Good morning Seb. You seem to be in a good mood." I say and take a sip of my coffee. "I am. Shirley Edgar is showing at the Eden Gallery tonight. I was wondering if any of you would like to join me.""I would love to." I say. Me and Sebastian both look at Anthony for his answer. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but it looks like something unspoken passes between them. "I would come, but there's a deal I have to close. You both enjoy yourselves."I try not to look at Anthony, as it would cause Sebastian to be suspicious. I decide to ask him later and leave for work. _______________
Charlotte:I dress in a casual navy blue dress for the art exhibition while Sebastian dresses in a dark red shirt tucked in grey slacks. "Looking Good Seb." I tease him as I descend the stairs. He smiles at me from the bottom and holds his hand out for me. "I could say the same mademoiselle."I chuckle and let him lead us to his car. It kind of feels like a date, but I don't point that out to him, it would make things awkward, not to mention, he's in love with Adeline. So I guess it's fine. He opens the passenger side door for me and I get in. Is this a good time to tell him Adeline asked me to plan her wedding? When he starts backing out of the garage, he looks like Anthony. With that focused look in his eyes and the slight furrowing of his brows. "This may be a bad time to tell you this, but Adeline hired me to plan her wedding.""So I've heard." He glances my way and focuses back on the road. I want to smack my forehead. Of course Adeline must have told him. "I owe you an a
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