Proserpina'Having a good time, eh?' growled Lucien and I sat up, suddenly bolt upright as though I had been zapped by a Taser. My husband had been drinking but his face was cold, eyes sharp as they took in my flushed face. They slid over my body and I shivered.How could I ever get over this man? He was like a drug.Schwartz however, was unmoved. Swivelling, he stood up easily, hands in his pockets, mirroring Lucien's stance on the grass and smiled lazily. He seemed to be weighing up the situation and choosing his words before answering. When he drawled, there was an easy look on his face:"Mate, I see a despondent-looking lady, I make her laugh. My good deed for the day has been done.'He turned to look at me and then winked outrageously and I dimpled in return, unable to resist.He was such an incorrigible flirt! And a harmless one at that.Behind us, I felt Lucien stiffen.From the corner of my vision. I also sensed Sita shift restlessly.***Ria appeared before Lucien could respo
Lucien knew that he would smash his friend's face if he stayed and he had no intention of scaring the children. He turned and strode towards the house, determined to take it out on his wife. But she was in the kitchen, her hair in a messy bun, tendrils curling around her flushed cheeks and long neck, with her arms deep in the dough as she prepared dinner. She was surrounded by the kitchen staff, who stood around, watching her with interest. Beatrice stood close, talking rapidly, watching over Proserpina with pride.He stood in the doorway, studying the cosy atmosphere.Suddenly conversation in the room stilled as the staff became aware of the Boss lurking in the doorway, his men behind him.Proserpina turned and her cheerful expression melted away. A shutter came down on her face and she stood silently, the bowl of dough before her, waiting for him to speak." I need to talk to you,’ he said grimly.To his astonishment, she looked mutinous as she tipped her chin and said, quietly,'I'
ProserpinaDinner that evening was a strange affair.For one thing, Schwartz had left without a word of goodbye. Normally he would wander into the kitchen and spend some time teasing Beatrice although she pretended to get annoyed; he would then fool around with the kids, wink and joke with the maids and Sita. Ignoring him for the major part, Sita would look at him stonily but it was obvious where her heart was. This was a routine we had every alternate day of the week and I knew that the twins looked forward to it. As for me, I enjoyed the light-hearted banter of this handsome man who was a dear friend. But only that.That evening, the twins looked around for him before settling down meekly as Lucien sat, glowering at them like an angel of darkness from the head of the table, his large thick arms bunched under the jacket he still wore.. The tumbler of whiskey, positioned effectively at his elbow, gleamed rosily in the light of the chandeliers. One of his men, Ted Brister, was doubling
ProserpinaTrue to her inimitable nature, Ria had begun to call him Pappa. I guessed that she had been asking questions and speaking to the young sons of the head gardener. The little boys, Jose and Phillipe, came in the afternoons and sometimes played with my children. Watching them interact with their father, Jean Louise, had probably ignited the curiosity in her to find out about her own father.Piers refused to have anything to do with Lucien and slid off the chair after he was done. As the nurse took Ria away to brush her teeth, she stopped at the door, her small paw in the woman's hand.Turning, she tugged at the woman’s hand and broke free. Trotting up to her father's seat, she placed a tiny hand on his dark sleeve and dimpled up at him, imploringly'Papa, read Tia stoyy.' She urged and gave him a toothless smile to add to the statement. Translated to mean, Pappa, read Ria a story.'No, Ria..." I began as her small face crumpled when Lucien remained silent, looking at her, bro
LucienHe lay spread out on the large bed, his skin still damp from the bath that had not succeeded in quelling the fire that raged in his loins. The fresh white towel had fallen open at his waist, providing a striking contrast to his tanned dark skin. Fisting his hand around his large manhood, he thought again of the sensations that had overcome him as he had briefly held her in his arms a while ago.The soft body that used to melt against him; the willing woman who used to surrender to his every demand, unconditionally; the very thought of using her in bed made his muscles flex in anticipation.F*ck, but he wanted her, his entire being ached with the desire to plunge himself, balls deep in her wetness as she panted, her nails raking his back helplessly as he pleasured himself and her.He grunted as his other hand reached out to cup his heavy balls which had grown tight.F*ck, but he had wanted to take her there, right there. The fragrance of her hair, that damned vanilla which seeme
ProserpinaThis pregnancy was not a joyful one. I constantly felt drained and angry, snapping at the startled twins for no reason, weeping when no one was round to see, and totally unable to eat any kind of food except for dry biscuits.Doing the math roughly, I had worked out that I now was in my fifth month of pregnancy. But I had yet to meet a doctor. Luckily, my baby bump was not very prominent. the child within me seemed to sense that it was unwanted, I deduced grimly as I stood, looking at myself critically after stepping out of the shower.I had resumed my work but the enthusiasm and the drive were lacking. My dear Professor was flabbergasted at first with my lackluster attitude but when I told him that I was expecting a baby, he was delirious with joy. He was now on the last leg of his teaching tour and beamed at me, assuring me that I should take things easy when we had our video conferencing call.Rachel scolded me on the video calls that were as frequent as ever but I was t
ProserpinaMatters came to a head when a truck rolled up the drive one evening. I had been inside, resting in the coolness of my room, my feet on a stool. This pregnancy was draining me and the environment I was in only made me feel worse.The truth was that I felt threatened, insecure.Would I be forced to leave?Without my children?The sight and smell of food made me sick, and I ate sparsely. I opted to eat separately after my children had had dinner with Gaston. Although he must have noticed, he never asked about it. He had probably put it down to my reluctance to share the same room with him, even if it was for a meal.***Now, leaning back in the huge armchair that I had got the men to shift into my room, I watched in mild consternation as a large truck rolled down the driveway purposefully. Soon, the driver leaped down and a couple of husky young men began to unload something onto the lawn. A few of the ever-present security men were standing by, watching closely.I sat up, puz
Lucien He stared in shock as Proserpina glided to the floor, grabbing her before she fell and hit her head against the small tables that had been artlessly thrown around the large den. "Schwartz! Shark!' he bellowed, lifting her tiny, prone figure and striding over to the couch. Proserpina's head hung over his arm, her arms flapping as he moved. Her face was sallow, almost bloodless and he felt his heartbeat race as he noticed the dark shadows under her closed eyes. The soft lips were parted and she seemed totally unconscious. Her breathing was strained and loud and Lucien felt himself break out in a sweat as he felt the anxiety build up in him. She barely weighed more than her daughter, he thought in amazement as he laid her down. "Fuck!' he said it aloud, as he carried her easily, 'she hardly weighs anything!' The men came tearing into the room, alarmed by the urgency in his voice. Taking in the scene and imagining the worst, Schwartz bellowed, ' Mate, what have you don