ETHANThe last forty-eight hours had been hell. The kind that made me wish I wasn't inside my own mind. The idea that Jack wanted to introduce a friend to Miss Brown had initially bothered me like a slight itch. But in the past twenty-four hours, that itch had turned into a mix of frustration and anger.Yesterday afternoon, when my brother made a point of informing me that Ellie had agreed to meet this so-called friend and that they would be introduced tonight, I felt my mood completely spiral out of control. In a way that all my attempts to make the anger dissipate had been futile. Spending nearly three hours at the gym last night and running almost ten kilometers this morning had amounted to nothing.Standing in front of Zara and Jack's door, I was wondering whether I should turn around and leave. But I couldn't do that because if I did, I would be letting another man take what I believed was mine. It wasn't easy to admit, but the fact was that I felt possessive about Miss Brown. An
ETHAN"What did you say?" Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion."Polite people usually say 'good evening'.""Can we skip these provocations and get to the part where I tell you to fuck off?" She smiled sarcastically, making it clear that my goal of provoking her had been achieved. The red lipstick on her lips captured my full attention. It made me imagine how they would feel around my cock; that memory was still fresh in my mind. And it was enough to awaken my cock.I took a step towards her, and she stood still, hesitating in the face of my attitude. I stopped in front of her, her breasts just a few inches away from my chest. I noticed how her breathing became heavy."You look beautiful," I said, smiling and staring into her eyes, making her blink in confusion. "I can't wait to rip that dress off you," I whispered. She remained silent, not breaking eye contact as her breathing quickened. Then the doorbell rang. Damn, Anthony."In your dreams," she gritted her teeth before walking away
ETHANShe swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. "I'll check my schedule," she said before nudging my ankle with the tip of her shoe. "But I think I'm free."I felt fury surge within me, causing me to tighten my fingers on her thigh. I wanted to drag her away and show her that was the wrong answer. So I decided to do it with my fingers, but when I got close enough to the fabric of her panties and realized they were wet, she stood up, pulling her dress down."Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she said, turning her back to me. I wanted to follow her and show her that she couldn't flirt with another man in front of me, but it was impossible with everyone aware of our involvement. Finding out that she was wet didn't help my state either.We gathered in the living room again after finishing dinner. I couldn't take my eyes off her for a second, feeling like I would explode at any moment as I watched them talking in a corner, away from everyone else. Sophia had gone to sleep, and there
ETHANWhen the car pulled away, she turned to me with anger shining in her eyes. If she thought she had the right to be upset, how should I feel? Anger didn't even come close to what I was feeling."What do you want?" she asked through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest, assuming her usual defensive stance."What do I want?" A nervous laugh escaped my lips. I took a deep breath before approaching her and grabbing her wrist, pulling her towards my car."But what the hell do you think you're doing?" She tried to free herself from my grip, but I didn't allow it, forcing her to keep walking. "Stop! Are you going crazy?""We're going to talk," I said through clenched teeth."We have nothing to talk about.""Oh, yes, we do.""No!"As we approached my car, I opened the back door."Get in," I commanded, staring at her shocked expression. I was completely out of control, driven solely by my anger."No! Let go of me. What do you think you're doing?""Get in!" I demanded."You don't
ELLIE I was the last one to board; the boarding agent almost stopped me, informing me that the final call had been made ten minutes ago. I had to plead with them to let me on the plane, and I might have even been forced to invent a lie, saying that my grandfather was very ill and that this might be my only chance to see him alive. Breathless, I carried my carry-on luggage, searching for my seat. I encountered some familiar faces as I walked down the first-class aisle. Anna waved at me, seated next to Will. I also saw Zara and Jack a little further ahead. When I found my seat, my entire body froze, and I felt my irritation explode. No. No. This can't be. "This must be a joke," I grumbled, catching his attention, trying to ignore how delicious he looked, casually dressed in dark blue jeans and a white shirt with the top buttons undone and that damn rebellious hair, so damn sexy. His eyes moved from the papers in his hand to my face. He seemed only slightly surprised before returning
ELLIE Bastard! I felt my cheeks grow warm, so I turned my face to the other side. I settled into my seat, determined not to utter another word to him until the end of the flight. How could I be attracted to someone like him? So arrogant and ? That was the problem with guys with huge dicks, they felt like they owned the world. My theory was that since they had big dicks, they acted more arrogantly and confidently, and confident men tended to attract me more. So, big dick usually meant arrogant asshole, like Mr. Morgan." Somehow, I managed to survive the flight, and surprisingly, I didn't speak or curse at Mr. Morgan for the rest of the time. Although I sometimes felt his gaze on me or that he wanted to say something to me, he didn't, assuming a surprisingly austere attitude for the rest of the trip. I noticed him distancing himself even more since we disembarked. After a few more hours of driving, we arrived at the country house Zoe had rented in the Burgundy region, near the city o
ELLIE The plan for our first afternoon was to take a full tour of the nearest winery, but before that, we were going to have lunch at the restaurant. Mr. Morgan and I were assigned a room on the second floor, and he followed closely behind me with his things, even offering to help with mine. I told him he didn't need to pretend to be a gentleman. The room's decor was simple, with not much besides the bed, a few old wooden furnishings, a fireplace, and curtains adorning the French windows. We both placed our suitcases on the bed. I didn't feel entirely comfortable rummaging through my suitcase in his presence. His eyes moved to me, catching me staring. "Any problem?" He raised an eyebrow. I shook my head. A smile appeared on his face when he noticed my hesitation. "What are you trying to hide?" "Nothing." "Although I highly doubt that, even if you have a twenty-centimeter pink vibrator in your suitcase, I still wouldn't be surprised, Brown. Or maybe I should be surprised, conside
ELLIEThe music was slow, and I had no idea what I was doing, but I let the blond lead me. He placed both hands on my waist, automatically making me place mine on his shoulders before we started moving slowly."Are you American?" He asked in my language, with a strong French accent, relieving me because I knew no more than five words in French."I'm glad you speak my language," I smiled. "I thought we'd have to use Google Translate or something. Yes, I'm American.""And what brought you to France?" He asked with a smile, genuinely curious."I'm on a vacation trip with my friends. I just realized I don't know your name yet.""Valentin, a pleasure, miss?""Ellie.""It's a pleasure, Ellie.""The pleasure is mine. And I apologize if I end up stepping on your foot, dancing is not my strong suit, especially after drinking so much wine.""If I can keep looking at your face, I won't complain, I promise," he said, making me smile.After a few minutes of conversation, I noticed that besides bei