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:"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: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
Sebastian:The sound of the vase crashing reverberates in my ears. My hand feels numb from hefting it and subsequently throwing it against the wall. "I told you I love Adeline! How the fuck could you do this?""Watch your tone when you talk to me, boy.""I. Am. Not. A. Boy." I seethe. "Then stop acting like one.""I'm not marrying some random bitch." The words come out through gritted teeth. "You will, and mind that language." He says calmly, with that fucking stoic face he never changes. I cross my arms across my chest and smirk. "I will do no such thing."He pulls out a sheet of paper from his thick, black folder and slides it over to me with one manicured fingernail. He makes a point to get a manicure every week. I grab the sheet and skim over the words. When I'm done, I crumple it in my fist and try to turn his table over. Stupid move on my part. The thing is made of Lignum Vitae. "When you're done embarrassing yourself, you're free to leave my office.""Threatening my inhe
Charlotte:I see something flash through Anthony Crosswalk's eyes as his son ignores him.I look away when he glances down at me. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel his gaze on me. He is an intimidating man."Excuse him. He's not used to not getting what he wants."I appreciate his honesty, despite his words."It's alright Mr. Crosswalk. If he loves someone else, why not get married to her?""I'm sure you of all people know how our world works, Ms. Daymond. We don't marry for love. It is a mere abstract concept. Marriage is just a tactful strategy to further improve our businesses."I shake my head vehemently, completely at odds with his words, but I know it's useless arguing with men of his power. Men like my father. They're thick headed and refuse to listen to what the other person has to say. If Sebastian's childhood was anything like mine, then I feel sorry for him.Everyone knows about Anthony Crosswalk and his ruthless reputation. I could guess having him as a father is not an
Anthony:"Charlotte's parents have invited us to lunch at their place. Clear your schedule for the weekend."He crosses his arms over his chest, an arrogant look on his face. When he does that, all I can see is Della, and I prefer not to remember her. "Who said I'm going?""Sebastian. Don't make this harder than it has to be.""I'm not going. You can drag me, but I don't think you'd succeed."I may be taller than my son, but he's buffer. I can't threaten his inheritance for every miniscule thing. That is the one card I have already used. "Why don't you get to know Charlotte? She's smart and successful." I don't say that she's beautiful, since it may not be age appropriate of me. I only want the best for Sebastian. "But she's not Adeline." He counters and I almost lose it. "So you want Charlotte to be a whore?"He smacks the wall in anger, looking like the spitting image of me. Every time I look at myself in my bathroom mirror at night. The same anger and hatred in his eyes. "Sh
Charlotte:The next morning, I brush my teeth, take a shower and pack a bag. When I finish zipping up the bag, my phone buzzes with a text. I open it and find an address to a private airport. I eat an apple and banana for breakfast and sling my bag over my shoulder, locking the door behind me. Franco, being his usual punctual self, waits for me. "Good morning Franco." I toss him an apple which he deftly catches. "Good morning Ms. Daymond.""Oh Franco, just call me Charlotte." I say over my shoulder as I get into the backseat of the car. He closes the door and gets behind the wheel. "Where to Ms. Daymond?"I sigh. "We need to go to Teterboro Airport."He nods and starts the engine. I look through my phone to check my mail and respond to the ones that say 'Immediate response required'. When I'm done, I have nothing else to do, so I decide to bother Franco. He's only been my driver from the past two weeks. "Franco, are you married?"He laughs. "For the past 25 years miss."I lean
Charlotte:Anthony Crosswalk is meticulous in everything he does. From what he eats, to the way he chews, to choosing a wife for his son. I watch him cut his food into neat little cubes. As I chew my own food, I count the number of times he chews the food. I'm not surprised to count thirty two. Of course he chews his food thirty two times. "Charlotte, how's business going?" My father snaps me out of my counting. "Business is going great, father." I put some roasted carrots into my mouth, hoping he doesn't berate me. "She doesn't want my diamond business, Anthony. Can you believe that? My billion dollar business.""Charles..." My mother tries to stop him. "No, Elise. She has everything handed to her on a silver plate, and yet she just doesn't want it. She goes and opens a boutique, something that's only good as a hobby."I put some mashed potatoes in my mouth and find it hard to swallow. Well, there goes my appetite. I sip some water and remove the handkerchief from my collar, wip
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