"I would like you to make me feel the throes of desire"Surprised, Aaron hesitated and then eventually let her in, something he should not have done. He didn't think she was crazy but beyond coming so far, he didn't think she would get here.“Aren't you going to offer me a drink? You are very rude.”Was she the one who was talking about politeness? He couldn't believe his ears.“Don't go four ways, what can I do for you?”She saw him use a glass of Beaujolais, what a polite evil! He should have offered her at least a glass of water.She detailed it while he carried the glass to his mouth and detected some defects without being able to formulate them. His brown hair gave him an excellent presence.His impatience grew, translated into obvious signs, his watch that he was consulting, the other hand he waved inside his pocket, the jerky step, the eye looking in the distance.Hilary was staring at him. Their eyes crossed. A fraction of a second. Could he see the desire that was reflected i
You're sure everything is fineA few days later...Hilary was sitting at the self with Nana, none of them dared to say a word and it didn't happen often.Her punishment was lifted and she was back to school, even if she would have preferred to stay at home since Ganaëlsy would bring her the grades anyway.She had had her father's permission to use the latter's driver so that after what had happened the last time, all she wanted was never to see Aaron again in her whole life.There was a week left before her parents' return and at the height, her aunt Mike had come as planned to keep an eye on her.They all took her for a kid whether it was her parents who had asked the servants to watch her, the servants who took themselves for the chief of the place, her aunt who made dramas for nothing or Aaron..."Aaron" just thinking of him, she wanted to break everything in her path, a pity that she had to make a maximum effort to stay calm.She should never have gone to his house that day, not i
Hilary was more lost than ever, still unarring to understand what was happening, she decided to take a step, her heart beating, towards the lady who kept looking at her with a warm smile on her lips.“Good evening.”She launched in a small voice, her hands behind her back like a girl.Why didn't he warn her? Maybe she would be better prepared and now here is the result, she didn't know what to say or what to do. Already, she was angry with Aaron so she had better shut up so as not to say something she shouldn't have.A fifty-year-old appeared and Hilary concluded that he was Aaron's father, the resemblance was so striking.“Our son told us about you but I don't don't remember that he said you were so beautiful.”Said the latter after looking at him.It could be seen that he was very flirty in his youth.Hilary laughed and suddenly felt comfortable.She sat next to Aaron's mother since she insisted and watchedAaron with a murderous air.“Oh yes! I forgot to make the presentations. Hilary,
Oooh!"Aaron slid his boxer to his ankles, revealing his triumphant limb.He then took his time to put on the condom and suspended his gesture when he noticed the young woman's wide eyes fixed on his sex.Was she afraid of him?“Everything will be fine. I won't go quickly.”Did he try to reassure her?The fist clenched around the base of his penis, which was pulsing in his palm. He imagined the pleasure that the contact of his fingers, lips could give her... Oh yes, the young woman's language...He wanted to penetrate her now, he couldn't wait any longer.He was unable to detach his gaze from the young woman's thighs apart.Much too excited, he leaned over her. She was so beautiful and totally at his mercy.“Keep your arms above your head.”An expression of confusion painted on Hilary's face but she performed without protesting with such a docility that he felt her erection pulse violently between her thighs, both heavy and burning.When she kept her arms outstretched above her head, he
……“It is late young girl. Why are you only coming home now?”“Sorry auntie.”She says it looks falsely sorry.“I pity my cousins.”Her aunt behaved as if she were her real mother. No, but frankly, even her own mother never yelled at her every time she came back late from her best friend's house, "even if she wasn't really there but technically she should be there for her aunt. "“And who accompanied you? Please tell me that it is not your friend because she should come home to apologize for keeping you for so long.”Hilary thought for a moment that her head was going to explode, she couldn't stand it anymoreProvided that her parents come back. "These Two the" finally, two other burdens.“It was my driver who accompanied me back.”“What is his name already? Harry?Herby?”She laughed before correcting it.“It's Aaron.”I hope it won't be too late when your father realizes that he shouldn't have chosen a man as young as he is cute to be your driver. It is clear that he is inexperienced.
The limo pulled up to the familiar cobblestone driveway, its headlights illuminating the ivy-covered walls of their home. Hilaire Clinton, a man whose weathered face spoke of years spent navigating the world's complexities, looked at his wife, Jaina. Her eyes, still sparkling with the youthful spirit he'd fallen in love with all those years ago, reflected the warm glow of the porch light. "Home," he said, a smile softening his usually stern features. "It's good to be back."Jaina squeezed his hand, her touch a comforting reassurance after weeks spent on the road. "It is," she agreed, "but I do hope we can get back to a more normal routine. All this traveling is starting to wear on me."Hilaire chuckled, his deep laughter echoing in the quiet of the night. "We'll be back to our books and our gardens soon enough, my love. Promise." As they stepped out of the cab, the fragrant aroma of simmering stew wafted through the open front door, drawing them inside. The warmth of the house e
The morning light filtered through the blinds, painting the room in soft hues of gold and pink. Aaron stretched, his muscles protesting the night’s rest, and yawned, the sound echoing in the quiet of his apartment. He glanced at his phone, noticing the time: 7:30 a.m. He had a few hours before he had to pick up Hilary for school. As he reached for his coffee, his phone buzzed, the screen illuminating his face. It was his boss, Detective Miller, and a sense of unease settled in his stomach. Aaron quickly answered, his voice a touch too casual. “Hey, Miller. What’s up?”“Aaron,” Miller’s voice was gruff, laced with a hint of urgency. “We have a situation. The Clintons, Hilaire and Jaina, are back in town. Seems they were on a little “trip” together.”Aaron felt a surge of anxiety. He’d been assigned to the Clinton case months ago, tasked with gathering intelligence on the family, particularly their finances and dealings. His cover, a simple chauffeur, allowed him to observe
The question hung heavy in the air, a challenge to Aaron's carefully constructed facade. It wasn't the question itself, the inquiry about his feelings for Hilary, that had thrown him. It was the way Mr. Clinton had asked it, with a knowing glint in his eyes, a sense of implied threat. It was then that Aaron, caught off guard, felt a strange wave of relief wash over him. He wasn’t used to being questioned about his feelings, especially not by someone like Mr. Clinton. The tension of the situation, the weight of the hidden truth, it all seemed to loosen its grip for a moment. And as he looked into Mr. Clinton’s sharp eyes, a flicker of defiance arose within him."You're kidding, right?" Aaron chuckled, the sound a bit too loud in the quiet office. "Hilary's like a daughter to me. It's just… I care about her, that's all."He'd chosen the path of humor as a shield, a way to deflect the serious nature of the conversation. And as he spoke, the words resonated with a surprising amount of