I wake up the next morning because of Brian’s annoying alarm in the bedroom. It’s probably extremely early and I feel like shit. I have the worst hangover I’ve had in a long, long time. I groan and try to go back to sleep, but I can’t, so a couple of minutes later I decide to go cure my awful hangover. With a strong Bloody Mary, of course. As soon as I start drinking it, the door to our room opens and Brian comes out with Chocolate running behind him, straight towards me. “Hey…” he says, giving me a tentative look as I pet my dog’s big head, “Are you feeling better today?” “Yeah, just hungover,” I admit, taking a long sip of my recovery drink, “You have to go to work, right?” “Yeah,” he replies, buttoning his shirt, “What about you? You haven’t been to Horizon in days.” “Lucia has everything under control, she hired more people. For some reason, we’re selling Altamira merch like crazy,” I murmur, “I’ll just stay here… maybe I’ll call Roger later so he can just drive me arou
“Oh, my God. Stop!” I shout and I finally move to grab his leash again and pull him, but he’s not listening, and he’s too heavy for me, “Stop!” I try and try, but my dog is not budging. He’s still biting William. “Move!” someone orders, running toward me and pushing me aside to grab Chocolate’s harness and pull him back. It’s Brian, “Down, boy! Down!” Chocolate reacts to Brian’s orders and stops. He’s panting like crazy, but at least he’s not attacking William anymore. He is still lying on the floor, looking at his bitten, bloody arms and crying in pain. I’m just in shock, I can’t believe everything went to hell in five seconds, but thank god Brian came to help. However… I know what happens when a dog like Choky attacks someone. They put him down. “Oh, God,” I gasp when that thought hits me, and my heart starts racing in fear… but I’m not a Carrington for nothing. I look around to make sure no one is watching us and I react in the way my family would want me to, “Bria
“Yeah, I fully understand. You’re within your rights to do what you think is best,” Aiden says with a sigh, “I just… I’m very fucking sorry. The only thing I’m going to ask is that we handle this quietly. You can talk about the situation once everything is resolved. You can even upload a video about it. And by the way… I’m a big fan of your videos.” The guy frowns and looks at him in shock. “What? Really?” he asks, unable to believe it. Aiden smiles and nods, which makes the guy relax a bit, “What’s your favorite video?” “I recently watched the Portofino Case, I couldn’t stop listening to it,” Aiden replies without missing a beat, “I loved your commentary at the end, you have a unique point of view and I think you’re right, the neighbor did it. They should re-open the case.” “Man, I appreciate that so much,” William says, his eyes bright, his anger not so evident now. I don’t understand why Aiden is not offering money to silence him. And how does he actually know him? Does A
“Let me go,” he orders again, pushing my shoulders with the strength of a kindergartener, “Seriously, Lily. I have to go negotiate with that idiot.” “I’ll only let you go if you promise to come back and take a nap here with me,” I offer, lifting my head to look at him. Aiden rolls his eyes and growls as if he’s annoyed, “If you say no, we’ll just stay here all day.” Because apparently, he’s lost all of his strength, even though I know he could lift me and throw me three states away if he wanted to. I guess he doesn’t want to. “Fine,” he finally agrees in a groan, like I’m holding a gun to his head, “I’ll come back when it’s done.” I release my grip on him, studying his face. He’s completely open to me today. His desire is written in there very clearly, along with a bunch of mixed feelings that I understand perfectly. Aiden sighs a couple of seconds later and shakes his head at himself before leaving. As soon as my door closes behind him, I let out a stupid excited squeal an
"Well, he hid it very well. Even from me," I spit out with annoyance, mostly at her for being so clearly happy about that, "The story with those girls almost always went the same way... Damon would cut to the chase, asking them what they wanted from him. Some girls would try to trick him, a few other girls were honest, but all of them wanted a better pay or a big gig. Damon would always say yes and he only asked for one night in return, but then he would be a fucking weirdo. Like, he made two girls just have a threesome in front of him, he never even touched them, but somehow they had to literally run away from him. He made another girl fuck his buddy instead of him, just because this other guy was ugly so he thought that would be funny. He made another girl be his naked maid, she did nothing but clean his house while he taunted her... Damon only had actual sex with one of the girls suing him right now, she's saying he was too rough and said some fucked up stuff as he was doing it. Sh
“What do you think Harry would have done?” Lily asks, nervously biting her lip, “If I had told him what Damon did?” “My dad would’ve had a full-on nervous breakdown,” I say, because I can almost see it clearly in my head. Him crumbling down because he doesn’t know how to deal with difficult situations like that, “He probably would’ve bought another house for you, split his time between our house and yours so you wouldn’t feel displaced, and then he would’ve bought you a million things, showering you with money in hopes that it would make you feel better and forget what happened.” Lily’s eyes are teary again, but she chuckles and nods because she knows I’m right. “And as for Damon, of course, he would’ve protected him at all costs, but I think there would have been a drastic change between them,” I continue, considering it. It could still happen, “Your mother is going to tell him everything, did you know that? About our relationship and what Damon did. Before you two leave, she
Aiden decides to just shake his head and walk out without saying anything else. And then I'm alone with my boyfriend... and the knowledge than I'm one hundred percent a cheater. Two hundred percent a cheater, because I already had sex with Aiden and I would have it again, no questions asked. Three hundred percent a cheater, because Damon. Just his existence in general. "So, what the hell?" Brian asks, looking at me with a hurt, very confused face. Oh, no, not the hurt. It makes me feel like the biggest asshole, "That wasn't innocent, Lily." "I know," I admit, closing my eyes in shame, "But Aiden was right, we didn't do anything. We didn't kiss or touch at all, we just cuddled a little bit and we talked for a long time before I got on top of him. I know it wasn't a 'sibling' thing, because we're not." "You just called him a brother," he states, with a grimace, "Was it a flirty thing? It's... so weird, Lily, I won't lie, it made me feel sick." "It was a joke, because he's
"Bee," Harry says in a tiny voice, "I haven't been with anyone but you in almost two months. I thought I had this issue under control but I don't. I need someone else." What the fuck is going on? "And I said yes. I said go and get her," she repeats, slower this time, "But you can't force me to stay here and let you fuck someone else in our house, too. You've cheated on me in every other corner of this earth, except here. I can’t believe you’re even stooping this low." "Shh," Aiden says and puts a hand over my mouth because, apparently, I'm crying. I don't even know why, don't ask. "I hear what I’m saying and I fucking hate myself too, but I'm losing my mind. I have a problem," Harry admits in a raw voice, "I can't fuck you as much as I need or in the way that I need right now, you wouldn't like it. I wouldn't like it, either." Agh, fuck, I really don't want to hear this. I think Aiden knows, because he moves both of his hands to cover my ears. Uselessly, though, because
{ Lily } Aiden never came back yesterday, so I spent the rest of the day crying my ass off while hugging my mom as we watched people in the news talking shit about Damon while they showed how incredibly handsome he looked, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes. To be completely honest, it was a bittersweet day. My mom was being the nicest she’s ever been with me, Harry stayed home with us until the afternoon when my mom finally had enough of his presence and kicked him out. And Dean was there, being Dean and cheering me up a bit. It was a nice family day. Like, real family. So I enjoyed that part, but I hated the part where Aiden was away all day. And I was missing the fuck out of Damon, worried about him... until he texted me. Yeah, the guy who's in prison, he texted me out of nowhere and told me Aiden actually helped him out. So now we'll be able to talk as much as we want. Then Aiden called me and said he wouldn't be leaving Altamira yet because he has some ‘new issues’ t
"What’s going on?" I ask, completely confused, but a smile is growing on my face. "Hey, Damon, this is my buddy Darren," Aiden says with a different voice. He's playing a character for this guy, so I just nod and wait for more information, "He knows you don't deserve to be here, he wants to help us out while we figure out how to get you out.” "Oh," I say, blinking my confusion away. This is definitely not a set-up then, it's Aiden fixing my life again, "Hi, man. It’s nice to meet you.” "Come here," he says and comes to fucking hug me, so hard he lifts me up. I find Aiden's eyes over this guy shoulder and he gives me a pointed look, so I respond to the hug, patting the guy's back, "Any brother of Aiden's is my brother. I'm sorry those bitches put you on this position." "Thanks, man," I hug him harder, for real this time, "Ungrateful pieces of shit, they couldn't even look into my eyes during the trial. They knew they were blowing shit way out of proportion." "That's women fo
"I'm going to take you to Berenice's house. I need to make sure Lily's okay... and then I'm going to make sure nothing happens to Damon," I say, almost to myself, and my words make my father look at me with intense eyes, "I have a plan and a connection inside the prison. I'm going to buy him protection." "What? You have a connection inside the prison, like... an inmate?" "No. Someone in the administration," I reply, taking a deep breath. "He's a good friend... and his father is the prison warden." That lights him up. "Yes! Use him!," my dad says with renewed hope in his eyes, "If you don't, Damon will be stabbed to death with a made-up knife, only after being someone's girlfriend in there." That makes me laugh because it’s never going to happen, at least not like that. Damon isn't the victim, he would find a way to get out of the situation. And if someone is getting a girlfriend and raping someone in there, is him. I don't doubt he could rape a man, not for a second.
“Why?” My mom asks, unable to hide her true feelings about the situation, “Really, why? Tell me one good thing about him.”I stay blank. One good thing about Damon? “There aren’t palpable good things about Damon,” I finally admit, looking down, “He is mostly a bad person, but at least he’s open about it. He doesn’t hide what he is. And when you get to know him, you see he’s… just a little crazy, but not ambitious enough to actually be evil. Even with those girls, you can ask them personally. He didn’t rape anyone, he’s just a big bully. And he can be very scary, I know that firsthand… but he’s not a monster. Just like Harry promised you anything you asked for, Damon gave those girls something in exchange for a scene with him. He likes random kinks and he has these girls do them, but since he doesn’t explain, everything feels so bizarre.”My mom takes a deep breath and thinks about it for a second. “I know everyone thinks I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid, okay? So, just trust me w
"Yeah, he’s leaving," I repeat in a whisper, my stomach twists just thinking about it. I clear my throat, "Let's not talk about it, yeah? Please." "Okay," she relents, then looks down to her hands for a second, "Uh, I've had a lot of time to think about our dispute the other day and… I want to apologize to you. For a multitude of reasons. Even if you don't want to forgive me, can I please just tell you how sorry I am?” I just nod. Dean mumbles something and grabs Choky's harness to take him away from us and give us privacy. My mom walks to her brand new living room and I follow her, sitting next to her on the big white couch and looking directly at her belly as she grabs my hand. My only biological sibling is in there, it’s kind of weird to think about it. "I was so young when I had you. A young, poor girl with lots of ambition," she starts, squeezing my hand, "I resented you a lot. I lost my freedom and my dreams because I was forced to have you by my idiotic religious fami
Oh, dear lord… I think I trust Damon now. Or at least I do right this second, with his big dick inside of me and his gorgeousness clouding my view of the universe. He won. I mean, of course I don’t trust him one hundred percent, but definitely a lot more than before. I think I got to know him a lot better these past few days. He's obviously not a saint, at all, but I also think he's not absolutely evil I thought he was. He's just a little deranged, but it hasn’t been that bad. So far. "You're the only person that brings this out of me," he says in a gentle tone, touching his nose to mine like a cat showing love, "You turn off the bad thoughts inside my head and make me want to be better. You make me want to be a normal man." "I like this calm, softer version of you," I whisper, stroking the smooth skin of his back, "You used to show me just the worst parts of you before. You were always so mean, so evil. You bullied me so much, I really thought you were the worst person t
As soon as Aiden is done with Lily and has left her a whimpering mess, he helps me get my turn by lifting her body and positioning her so she can ride me, cowgirl style. In the water she doesn't have much power to actually ride me, so I lift my hips to fuck her. Her pussy feels even tighter than normal in this position, so it doesn't take too long for me to spill inside of her. Then I suck on her neck and rub her clit until she’s coming, squeezing my dick like crazy. But even when we're all satisfied, we don't leave the tub. Lily stays in my lap with her legs over Aiden's lap and we talk about everything except our imminent separation tomorrow. But the thoughts are there. Every time I look at the hour in my phone I get a little more worried. This is it, this is fucking it. There is no denying it anymore. When we’re all ready for bed after a quick shower, I lean against the headboard and look at Aiden drying Lily’s body with the towel. He doesn’t need to do that, but he can
I cross my arms and just observe the way Aiden approaches the guy with tense shoulders and tells him to fuck off, forgetting all about his need to always be polite. I can’t really hear what he’s saying, but I can tell it’s definitely a ‘fuck off’ situation. And Lily looks confused the whole time, even when Aiden grabs her arm and pulls her back here. I try to hide my pleased smile as they approach by themselves because Hector is still standing in the same place, as if he's confused. The dog is running behind them. "Aiden, seriously. Let go," Lily groans, trying to set herself free, "What is even happening? What was that about? You were so rude to Hector, why the hell would you fire him?” "Because he wants to fuck you, we can't let that happen," I explain, making Lily shut up and give me a confused look, then she moves it to Aiden, "What, are you sad about it? Do you want to fuck him too?” "Why are we even talking about fucking? Hector is just Chocolate's trainer. I’ve only be
"Lily..." I can see Aiden take a deep breath and control the rant he'll have if it was me the one cutting onions so horrendously. He'd be beating my ass for daring to do something not perfectly like he would. Luckily for him, Lily is too busy trying to wipe her tears without touching her face with her hands. “Yeah?” She asks, distracted. Aiden sighs and decides not to ruin this morning even more. "Good job, but that's enough. Just go sit with Damon and let me finish here,” he ends up saying. "Alright," she murmurs and wipes her onion-tears with the back of her hands again, "I hope this tears are worth it." "They won't be," I say, watching her as she goes to wash her hands for a good five minutes. And all I do for those full five minutes is watch her wash those hands, because that's my favorite thing. Watching her do anything, especially if she doesn’t know I’m there. Although… no, actually, I prefer when she’s giving me all her attention too, "Come here, babe. Aiden is really m