Cora watched her father with new eyes ; it was like tonight was the first time she'd truly seen him for the person he was. Surprised her words came out at all "but I'm your daughter " she half whispered half sobbed as she fell to her knees at his feet. Her heart felt as if it was breaking the rest of the way when Felix Rolando her beloved father simply backed away in silence his face sneered up in disgust. " I know that its impossible to expect you to agree with everyone of my choices but..." the tears she was able to stave off began again unchallenged. "i'm your daughter you're supposed to love me anyway. Even if you envisioned something else, even if you don''t like her choice, even if you think you'd have done it better". The tears streamed down her face as she knelt there in the middle of her childhood home,her fist's balled up on either side of her knees and her eyes red, puffy, and swollen "Daddy you're supposed to love me anyway" she pleaded one last time from her heart.
Here's an old Short from an old RP Character of mine I think you may enjoy. to make your Friday go quicker.
“Muéstrame el camino a su deseo” Breccan whispered the incantation as he came across the woman’s dreams in dreamscape. Taking a moment to see through her eyes he could see her husband lying asleep beside her; the heavy weight of his arm on her stomach could be felt even in her subconscious the book she’d been reading one of those steamy vampire romance novels that he couldn't stand but couldn't deny the delightfully vivid imagination of its avid fans. It still lay open on her lap and the soft reading lamp was still lit neither having woken up to turn it off yet. Smiling Breccan liked these fantasies especially much, it gave him the chance to be himself behind the guise of a fantasy and he didn’t even have to bother with wiping her afterwards. Scanning her mind he discovered that it was one of those ménage books ‘looks like you can come out to play Fuente’ Breccan spoke to his Fuente. He stood there as a large cloud of mist filled the scape and slowly took form to his Fuente the two easily could be mistaken for identical twins.
Smiling at him ‘she might like that element, I think her Vampire heroes are brothers’ his Fuente joked with a wave of his hand he changed them to fit the descriptions in the book. Both now had medium length red hair and brown eyes they were much shorter at only 5’11 but both were now a lot bulkier.
His Fuente watched him as he cupped his crotch through his kilt with a wry grin ‘they’re not as big as us’ Breccan noted not liking being smaller in this way. Both paused shocked at their new Scottish accents and immediately broke out into laughter ‘aye this is ridiculous’.
laughing ‘you won’t mind soon’ his Fuente assured him as he took his hand and together they entered her mind together.
They entered directly into her bedroom candelabras filled with candles were lit all over the room the center of the room was a 18th century style four poster bed with steps on the side it was so huge. The walls were painted black with heavy burgundy velvet draperies on the two sets of windows in the room. A small ladies size chaise lounge sat on the far side of the right between the two windows and on it thrown carelessly was a woman’s dress and undergarments, the intricate garments fascinated Breccan and his Fuente both as they stood side by side taking in the room piece by piece. On the left side of the room stood was a large stone fireplace blazing with fire with a portable bath in front of it from the steam still rising from the water they could tell it had been used recently. Slowly they began to walk deeper into the room the scent of rose oil and woman filled their scenes arousing them ‘I guess we also missed that this was an historical romance’ Breccan spoke into his Fuente’s mind a moment before they gasped both stunned by their first look at their summoned.
They both approached the foot of the bed their strides completely in sync the woman lay across the width of the bed completely naked on her back with only a light sheet draped strategically to cover certain places. She looked like a fallen angel her beautiful chocolate skin glistened in the candlelight from the rose oil, her long black curly hair fanned out around her like a halo. Her beautiful green eyes blazed with passion and mischief, her button nose even fascinated them and her plush full mouth was the stuff dreams where made of, Breccan could think of doing nothing else but sinking his aching cock between those full moist brown lip and watching them stretch around his girth. As their eyes traveled hungrily down their body they watched as her breathing increased jiggling her chest with each exhale, her more than ample bosom being kept from their full view by a slim delicate arm draped seductively across them. Neither demon having a preference for skinny women this one sprawled out before them was a wet dream her fuller curvy figure making their mouths water. Her almost tiny waist gave way to beautifully rounded ample hips and thick thighs and a large round ass that he could see even from her position on her back. “You’re looking rather comfy in our bed Marie”.
Marie smiled broadly her entire face lighting up and dazzling the demons even more “yes I am but I’m lonely as well” shifting to her side her beautiful breast exposed to their hot gaze “won’t you two fine lads join me” she fluttered her eyelashes innocently.
Breccan and his Fuente both crawled to her from opposite sides of the bed as she watched trailing her long nails along her collarbone unconsciously. Taking her hands Breccan helped her lift up to her knees as he wrapped an arm around her tiny waist bringing her close up to him as his Fuente pressed up behind her. Groaning they both began to trialed kisses down her neck and shoulder as she used a hand to trail under each of their kilts to cup their asses and ground herself against them both. His Fuente tilted her head back and up so he could claim her mouth soft moan shoot to both their cocks as she ground herself against them harder. Breccan trailed wet openmouthed kisses down her chest to her hard nipples taking on between his teeth he bit down on it smiling as she screamed and the scent of her cream filled the bedroom. Removing his other hand from around her waist he pinched and tugged on the other nipple as he looked up at her and his Fuente watching with avid interest as the little minx sucked his tongue into her mouth before deepening the kiss.
Breccan shuddered as his Fuente’s hand brushed against his sensitive nipple on its way to Marie’s aching pussy. The relieved sigh she released when his Fuentes fingers began to play her made him tingle. As close as he was to her pussy the scent of her rising arousal was inciting his demon. He began to be less gentle biting her breasts hard enough to draw blood in various spot purposely letting it flow. As she began to shake with orgasm Breccan was unable to keep away from her pussy a moment longer he chased a long trail of blood down to her clit licking her juices her blood from his Fuente’s fingers before continuing down to her swollen wet labia. Greedily he sucked each one into his mouth snarling when she jumped his only warning for her to remain still. Slowly he lapped at her sweet pussy like a cat dipping his tongue into her opening and fucking her with it the vibrations from his steady growls made her even more wet and him ravenous. Both Marie and his Fuente held him to her with trembling hand as he ate at her, sliding two fingers in sucked her swollen little clit into her mouth relishing her piercing scream. Pulling back just a bit the bit into her clit making more blood flow and sucked hard as he slammed his fingers back in throwing her into a powerful orgasm as he took nourishment and his pleasure.
Still shaking Marie let the vampires ease her back onto the bed to lie between them reaching up for them as they came back to her she paused “wait you both have too much clothes” she pouted prettily. Laughing she clapped greatly amused when with great flourish they both removed their shirts and kilts instantly with a wave of their hands “well done, well done” she praised. “I believe a trick like that deserves a treat” she joked opening her arms to them again giggling when they fell on top of her in a heap and tickling her in jest. Marie began to roll around on the bed tickling and wrestling and laughing and having the time of her life with her two vampires the feel of their cocks rapidly filling as they wiggled and maneuvered and held each other down made her achingly aware of her emptiness. She tried to wiggle away as the teasing touches became more determined she gasped as she suddenly found her arms pinned above her head and two fingers thrusting inside of her. Throwing her head back she moaned as she let her head fall back and her body fall lax.
Breccan’s Fuente lay beside Marie her blood was all over the three of them and the scent mixed with her arousal was throwing them both into a frenzy. Having lost almost all of his patience he roughly thrust two fingers inside of her clasping channel as he flicked her little nub with his thumb while he watched Breccan with unblinking eyes as he reached over to the large wood table beside the bed for the bottle of rose oil. Pouring an ample amount on his fingers he pressed in behind Marie her hot curvy body making him throb, parting her cheeks to get to the tight puckered hole he whispered in her ear “have you ever been taken here before lass” as he rubbed his oiled fingers around her the tight virgin opening teasing them both.
“No” Marie tilted her head back to look at her other vampire biting her lip, her eyes rolling up into her head when he slid a thick finger into her dark passage. Moaning she wiggled between the two trying to get more sensations “more please” she begged when the single finger wasn’t enough. She hissed at the slight burning when he slowly eased in a second finger and began to scissor them stretching her for his entry. Just when she was ready to ask for another both hands were removed from her and she found herself straddled over the other vampires lap.
Fuente grabbed Marie’s ample hips in a hold tight enough to bruise and slammed her down on his cock in one stroke. Smiling he watched enraptured as her back arched and her head fell back as she screamed out her little pussy clutching him so tight he couldn’t move. Careful of his fully extended talons he began to play with her clit as he ground her hips down on him with his other hand sighing when she began to relax enough for him to final move. Grabbing a hold of her hair he brought her down to him her soft breast flattening against his chest as she tucked her face into his neck and he tilted his hips up into her tight clasp.
Breccan watched the erotic scene as he stroked his much shorter length, watching as she lay flat down on his Fuente he got a beautiful view of her luscious ass in the air and his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy coated in her juices. Unable to take it anymore he grabbed the rose oil and coated himself liberally then made his way over to them. Resting his hand on his Fuente’s thigh he stilled his movements and placed his arm around Marie’s waist holding her still for him. “Try not to tense okay” he warned her.
Looking back at him her eyes glazed with lust her lips swollen from their kisses she nodded though she was obviously nervous.
Bending down he couldn’t now kiss her taking her mouth in a passionate kiss he could hear his Fuente groan loudly when she clamped down on him in her excitement. He let his fangs clip her tongue and moaned when her mouth filled with blood. Holding her chin when she tried to pull away he got every drop her body responding in slow increments as she became accustomed to it, humans didn’t mind blood play but they usually didn’t want to taste their own blood. Pulling away from her he pushed to fingers into her ass and sissored them quickly to be sure she was still stretched and quickly eased them out replacing them with the broad mushroom shape head of his cock “push down against me lass” he instructed.
Making slow progress he eased pass the tight ring of muscles with a pop holding still for a moment to give her time to adjust. The two of them never stopped touching her until finally she her moans rang loudly again and she began to wiggle between them. Holding her still Breccan and his Fuente began to thrust inside of her using an alternative thrust and retreat, both men gasped at the feel of their cocks rubbing against each other with only the thin membrane separating. Breccan wrapped his arm around her waist lifting her up to him nudging her hair away from her neck he dug his talon in and made a deep wound blocking her pain receptors as Fuente pinched down on her clit. Blood flowing freely down her body he latched on to the wound and glutted himself and Fuente as he fed throwing her into orgasm her body shuddering and shaking as she held on to his hair tight enough to draw tears. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as his Fuente placed his hand on her chest over her heart and sat up resting his forehead against Marie’s he consumed her desire. Her mouth opened mechanically as her body automatically synced itself to their rhythms as her pink colored chi began to flow into Fuente making them both cum as her body grew lax. Closing the wound Breccan watched as Fuente consumed her until her heart stuttered then released her.
Together they ghosted to the door of the bedroom and took form more turning to look at her where she laid awkwardly on the bed unconscious where they left her. “Let’s go see Lena now that we’ve fed” Breccan suggested with a smile as they turned and walked through the door and back into dreamscape.
Allen Whitaker woke up stretching the alarm clock blaring on his wife’s side “honey” he nudged her “honey come on get that please”. Marie normally being a light sleeper he was more than a little annoyed that she ignored him, turning over he began to reach over her and get it himself with he stopped cold. His wife looked dead.
Shaking her hard “Marie!” he almost cried with relief when she answered him just barely, but something was seriously wrong. She had purple gags under her eyes she was ghostly pale and she was ice cold and barely breathing. Reaching for the phone he called 911 and asked for and ambulance then ran back to his wife cuddling her close “oh hunny what’s wrong”.
“Oh Allen” she said so weakly she could barely hear her “I had the most amazing dream, It was so real” she smiled before passing out again.
Riding down the dark deserted road at top speed in a 44 black Cadillac with the top down, a wealth of coily collarbone length platinum blonde hair flying in a million different directions as the wind whipped through it Joyeuse Hackzell drove quietly with the lights out in the middle of the night listening to the sounds of the surrounding Forrest as he made his way to his destination. He drove for another hour satisfied when he saw no head or tail lights on either side of the road the entire time he abruptly pulled over onto the side of the rode the slam of his car door as he left the confining vehicle rang through the night. Closing his eyes as he tilted his head up to the large full moon for the first time in weeks his body began to relax as he listened to her call a siren's song calling all shape shifters to her. Joyeuse rotated his shoulders as the change came upon him, bones popped and twisted and reformed, his eyes enlarged and widened, hands and feet turned into paws larger than a man's head. His pale white skin darkened turning into a beautiful mocha as fur began to grow covering him from head to toe. He began to growl as he nose and mouth elongated and flattened, his gums burned as his teeth transformed into that of a predators. The sound of his growl a mixture of both human and animal was earrie as his spine curved forcing him to his newly formed paws as the change completed leaving behind a beautiful leporad.
Joyeuse stretched out his front paws as far as they could go his back end sticking straight into the air as he stretched in a maner only exhibited by a feline purring as he allowed enjoyed the feel and freedorm he felt within his second form. Turning he walked gracefully deeper into the forest being sure to stay well covered should a car come down the road. having no desire to be hunted and turned over into the hands of the central park zoo. Letting his lepord's instincts take over he allowed his mind to wander as he groomed himself.
Since he'd come to America from sweadon two months ago everything had been a whirlwind, this felt like the first real moment he had to himself in ages. He felt a tiredness that went beyond his physical body and creaped into his soul, at over a hundred years old for the first time in his long life he was beginning to resent his solitary life. Sure he had people around him, a wealth of them but no one that he really knew or could say the same about him. Yawning he stretched out on the cool grass looking up at the moon, even the summoning something every shifter looked forward to on the fullmoon held little meaning to him now if it wasn't engrained in his very makeup to answer the moon's call every full turn... He had no friends, no pack, nothing but his fame. The need for something more was what finally made him agree to coming to America but he wasn't so sure allowing his fame to get to this level was wise espically when it came time to go into hiding once more. But more importantly he had a sense of impending doom, and anticipation....
Chloe stormed into their house like a tidal wave startling Brooklyn awake who’d unknowingly fallen asleep on the couch. Turning back to the door she leaned out and yelling at the top of her lungs “bye guys’ great job today” with a final wave she slammed the door shut and walked into the house her Dior platform heels clomping on their hardwood floor. Taking off her expensive crush velvet blazer she dropped it on the floor heading to the kitchen she stopped when she saw Brooklyn draped across her chocolate brown with cream accented six thousand dollar contemporary Italian leather sofa-sectional like it was that cheap tacky lazy boy she threw out to make room for her dream sofa. Walking to him she ignored his outstretched arms and hopeful eyes and walked to the end of the sofa and slapped his feet off of it “Jeez Brook you don’t put your feet on Italian leather, could you at least pretend to have some class” huffing she rolled her eyes as she straightened up turning back to the kitchen. Pausing she suddenly realized he didn’t say anything to her, she normally at least got a ‘yes dear’ even though they both knew it was bull. Turning her head her brows scrunched up in concern to see him sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands and his shoulders slumped. The posture was so symbolic of defeat that she almost went to him, in fact the sounds of her heels clicking made her realize that she’d in fact taken a few steps toward him before she stopped herself. What did he have to be upset for, they were richer then they’d ever been thanks to her, she’d moved them into this house in the richest neighborhood in the area and his wife was making her way to the top. Snorting Chloe rolled her eyes and turned back to the kitchen having worked out the problem to her satisfactory, turning on the Kuriq she got her coffee mug out and the cream and made herself a cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee while she took her script out for tomorrow’s episode of ‘Passions’ the soap she worked on. Firmly she put all thoughts of Brooklyn out of her mind, he and whatever was wrong could wait, the producers of ‘Passions’ however wouldn’t. It took a lot of hard work and scamming to make herself the star of NBC’s number one soap opera, and it would take just as much hard work and sacrifice to stay there. She had no time to coddle a jealous husband. Her mind made up she put her cream in her coffee and sat down to do her memorizing.
Brooklyn knew the minute she walked through the door without a care in the world that he wouldn’t be able to pretend anymore. For the past few years he’d been doing nothing but giving in, his entire life centered around Chloe’s whims and desires, he’d put his own aspirations on hold because she had her dreams and for what. Chloe was born with this sense of entitlement that you only see in the extremely wealthy it was the reason he threw his inheritance in his father’s face and made his own fortune. That sense that the world owes rather than you should work for never sat well with him, and though Chloe worked hard she wasn’t above using if it was a means to an end. She thought he didn’t know but she used his family’s name to get her job at ‘Passions’, sighing he shook his head. She wouldn’t even go to his family home for dinner, or God forbid a holiday. It was always her family, her friends, anything he suggested or wanted to do was quickly shot down. But he simply grinned and bared it because she was his wife and he loved her, he knew she didn’t appreciate him but he thought he at least had her respect. He could live with respect, lesser marriages were established on merely that, but today he discovered she didn’t have neither and that he couldn’t live with.
Getting up he started to head to the bedroom to get the backpack he’d packed earlier when he’d first gotten home. He hadn’t realized what he was doing at the time but now he knew his subconscious already knew what needed to be done. Passing the hallway coo-coo clock he gave it a sad half smile, it was the only thing in the new house that represented him and he had to fight tooth and nail to have his childhood clock brought over with them. Suddenly the clock began to chime the new hour shocking Brooklyn when he realized he’d sat on the couch trapped in his thoughts for over two hours, hurrying on to the bedroom he forced himself not to look around simply grabbed his bag and walked back out. Looking back towards the kitchen as he headed for the door to leave, Brooklyn longed for those days when things were happier, and she loved him. He’d give anything for her to tell him what he did wrong, if he could just fix what was wrong. Make her love him again…but she didn’t seem to want to love him, only his money and her fame.
Needing to take a break from all the words jumbling together Chloe walked out of the kitchen massaging the back of her neck just as Brooklyn was opening the front door. “Oh good you’re going out, stop and bring me some dinner on your way back. And don’t take long I have some things I need you to do” she never looked at him longer than a second, groaning Chloe talked to him with her back turned as she bent over to unbuckle the strap of her shoes to slip them off.
Brooklyn had it dropping his bad he raked his hands through his hair “no Chloe” his deep voice was so low it sounded like a growl, for once he didn’t look at her as he spoke he couldn’t. His eyes were closed shut as he used all the self-control he’d ever learned to contain his anger.
“What? Why?” Chloe answered shocked to hear him say no but quickly dismissed it “look don’t be stupid Brook you’re going out just do as I say. I have more important things to do than to be dealing with this” shaking her head she started to walk off but the tone of his voice stopped her cold making a chill go down her spine.
“I’m sorry I forgot” Brooklyn spat out the tone of his voice so out of character for once if shut her up and stopped her cold. Pacing back and forth with barely restrained anger he kept his eyes on the floor “I should be trained well enough by now to know not to rebel against a direct order right Chloe” he asked mockingly laughing at her shocked gasp.
Shaking her head Chloe laughed nervously “what in the hell is wrong with you?” crossing her arms over her chest “what are you talking about? You never make sense Brooklyn that’s why I never let you talk” she said condescendingly. Normally a comment like that would have made him back off but not tonight and the surprise was in her face when he spoke again.
“Oh I make perfect sense” he growled “it’s you that’s clueless and I’m tired of it, I’m tired of you. A person can only take so much before they leave and look at you” finally he looked up at her. He had no idea what his expression was like but whatever she saw it made her clutch her chest and back up a few steps her face suddenly very serious. “You’re so self-absorbed, so wrapped up in yourself, your own world, and your own needs. You haven’t even noticed that I’M LEAVING!” he screamed the last part.
Chloe seemed to go absolutely still breathing shallowly she blinked a few times looking down at the floor flinching at his words. Looking up finally she seemed to really look at him, her eyes traveled the length of his body as the fake persona she’d built the past few years began to chip away and for the first time in years Brooklyn could see a glimpse of the Chloe he’d fallen for and married. Her eyes finally made her way to his feet and took in the bag lying there and an involuntary sob left her as she took a few large steps forward stopping when Brooklyn help up a hand and shook his head “Brooklyn” she whispered her eyes wide, she looked like a child faced with an unwanted harsh reality. “What is this how could you do this to me? Why now?” suddenly her arms narrowed “you won’t get any of my money when it comes it’s mine I did the work. Me” she said arrogantly thrusting her chin up in the air even though it was quivering.
Fists clenched Brooklyn felt the overwhelming need to throttle her and hand to close his eyes and breathe for a few minutes before speaking “You think this is about money? How dare you, it’s like you never knew me at all, there is only one person in this relationship that can answer that question and it’s not you. Especially if you’re honest with yourself. But we both know how hard that is for you”.
Chloe looked as if he’d slapped her in the face but quickly like the actress she was she pulled herself back together and blanked her face “Sss..so then what it is about” she stuttered as stray tears came down despite her best efforts. Her fingers clenched with the need to go to him as she starred at the back of his long brown wavy hair, his normally easy going stance was now rigid and cold, but still she felt confused.
“This is about us Cloe” his voice choked as his emotions rose. “about how I feel invisible, how I can count on one hand the amount of kind words you’ve said to me this year, it’s about we never say more than three words to one another, how when you come home I hide so that I don’t have to see or hear you, how I don’t remember what if feels like to hold you in my arms…”.
“Stop!” Chloe was breathing heavily now her face flushed red and her hands shaking, she brought her hands up to her face to cover her trembling lips. “Why now? Everyone will know? Ask questions” she looked as if she wanted to plead but they both knew her pride wouldn’t let her.
“I’m telling you I’m leaving and you’re worried about your fake little friends finding out?” Brooklyn shook his head in amazement and leaned down picking up the backpack and draping it over his shoulder. “I heard you” he confessed, when her face looked even more perplexed he elaborated “remember you asked me to watch you film today, which you never even noticed I was there or not. But anyway they asked me to leave cause I was apparently in the way, I didn’t want you to think I didn’t come at all in case you looked for me so I waited outside and my phone rang”. He met her eyes and could see she finally caught on, her face turned white as a ghost as she realized what happened, the tears suddenly falling down her face unheeded as she called his name over and over repeatedly “you must have been sitting on it or something cause I could hear your whole conversation and you didn’t know I was there”. He backed up when she walked forward again this time her arms outstretched he thought he might have heard a whispered I’m sorry “would you like to know what I heard?” he asked meanly.
“Please let’s talk about this” she begged now “you know I didn’t mean any of that it was just Hollywood talk. Please Brooklyn, you can’t leave like this. Where are you going to go?” her thoughts going on million different directions she went on as her mind continued to fight what was happening. “You can’t listen to anything that I say you know I do things I don’t mean, what am I supposed to do if you’re not here” she was almost incoherent now as she babbled tears streamed down her face as she felt on the verge of a panic attack.
“You learn that people aren’t there for you to just toy with. You learn that some things you can’t take back” turning way he opened the door and started to walk out. “Bye Cloe don’t worry about the rest of my things this is all I need”.
“Wait!” she screamed finally she ran forward clutching his arm her long nails digging into his forearm painfully “please tell me where you’re going, can we talk about this please” she met his eyes making sure he saw everything. It’s funny how you don’t appreciate a person until they have one foot out the door… literally, but her husband was right she had been horrible to him why he hadn’t had an affair or left her before now she didn’t know. She talked all time to her Hollywood friends about how horrible he was to her, and even divorce, but the truth was none of it was true. Her husband was a good man and he didn’t deserve her, she acted like he was invisible but she suddenly realized that she couldn’t let him walk through that door. She loved him. “I love you” she said the words she’d just thought aloud.
Brooklyn’s face was stricken as he forcibly shook off her death grip and walked through the threshold and turned back to her with tears in his own eyes. “I’ve been starving to hear you say those words for two years. I told myself if she just said them things would be okay. If she just said them I know we can work and make things better cause that’s all we need.” Sighing he took a shaky breath and shifted his backpack “but I know what it means now when people say love isn’t enough” blinking the tears fell down his cheeks in large dollops blending in his 5 o’clock shadow. “You said the words I needed to hear but it’s too little too late” his entire body all six foot two inches of him seemed to slump Chloe had never seen anything like it he looked like a broken man. “Go…”he clamped shut as if saying goodbye was too much even for him “later Cloe, I’ll…later” turning away he walked down their driveway he got in his BMW and drove off.
Chloe fell to her knees completely hysterical right there in the doorway as she rocked herself back and forth watching his taillights disappear around the corner. “He really left” she said to herself over and over as she wailed inconsolably the coldness of the night was nothing compared to the numbness seeping into her heart, “oh God he really left”
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"Provisions In the Contract"
As a beautiful onyx colored luxury 1940 Packard pulled into the large drive way and pulled to a stop in front of the entrance to the infamous Grand Hotel the waiting press hurriedly pulled out their notepads, pens and cameras as they all ran to the designated press line. “Miss Fair! Miss Fair! Over here! Over here answer a question for the New York Journal-American” one of the many reporters standing around the entrance to the Grand Hotel screamed out, hoping like all the others to be the one to get the exclusive on the stunning international performer Chestiny Fair… and her historic arrival at the Grand Hotel. With the Grand’s 14th Annual Summer’s End Gala one the biggest events of the season scheduled to happen at the end of the week reporters from newspapers all over the country flock every year to Highmount, New York, and this year seemed to be the year to top it all. They all waited with baited breath to get their first look at the first, only, and likely last Colored performer asked to perform let alone stay at the prestigious luxurious hotel.
Smiling Miss Chestiny Fair the most celebrated performer in the industry was brimming with excitement as waited for Frank her manager to walk around to her side of the car where she sat with barely contained glee and open up the door for her. Taking his outstretched hand she allowed him to gently pull her out of the limo, giving him a small smile “thanks Frank. We’re here can you believe it?” not able to keep her excitement in another moment she asked him looking into his smiling face even though five foot seven was considered rather tall for a woman on the other hand for a man he was considered to be extremely short and constantly teased for it especially by her.
Laughing “you’ve gotta pace yourself Ches, if your excited now what are you going to do on Sunday?” he asked smiling at her indulgently. Their relationship was more than that of a business one through the years it had grown into a paternal one. Frank had been there for Chestiny from the beginning and had seen her through some hard times this week was just as exciting for him as well, he just covered it up better.
Patting him on the shoulder as she stepped past him “you’ll bring me back to earth” and truer words had never been spoken, Frank who had slowly taken on the role of a doting father through the years and her solace in a world often both cruel and mad. She had no idea where her life would be without him. Turning to the reporters she started to walk over intending to answer a few questions before going into the hotel but Frank’s gentle but firm hand on her elbow quickly leading her away had her looking up at him silently in confusion.
Looking down at her with an odd expression “sorry Ches but we can’t do any press while here, the Hotel management put it as one of the conditions of your contract”. Pausing he waited for the three porters to make their way through the crowd and to them “her trunks are in the back” he gestured to where their driver was already unloading their trunks and other luggage from the trunk of the limo.
“Yes Sir, right away Sir” the oldest of the three Porters said to them as they rushed past them and to their task making quick work of distributing the trunks and bags between the three of them.
Chestiny sighed mentally counting out ten relaxing breaths in her head, clearly Frank had decided not to tell her beforehand about these terms and conditions and in and of itself made her suspicious. Taking another deep breath she knew her manager probly did the right thing because if she’d known this beforehand she wouldn’t have come not that doing press was so wonderful but the implication that even though they needed her fame they still wanted to hide her away. Looking at the hotel building she had to admit this was a great moment, it wasn’t very often a girl got to stay in a real life castle, especially since there weren’t very many in the Americas. Chestiny suppressed the urge to grin like a loon as she looked at what she could of the building through the dark “it would have been better if we got to see this place during the day, why’d we have to check in so late” she fussed at Frank but he wasn’t really listening to her. Taking the small opportunity to explore a bit while no one was paying attention to her, she walked to the side of the building where no people were, she’d read about the history of The Grand years ago having always had a fascination with the opulent hotel. It still felt surreal that she was here as a guest and performer and not as a maid, or cook.
From what she’d read the Grand was formerly a castle owned by a very rich family here in Highmount, New York. No one knows for sure what ever happened to the family but it was rumored that the very same family of the original castle are also the owners of the hotel. She loved that they’d kept the originally architecture intact, the enormous stone castle was imposing and looming even in the dark casting intimidating shadows in spots that lacked lighting. The grounds was tended by some of the best gardeners and landscape artist in the country that worked tirelessly all year to keep beautiful the Grand Hotel’s four public gardens, two private gardens, the labyrinths and koi fish ponds not to mention then endless acres of flawless green grass, the shade of green so bright Chestiny could even make it out in the dark. Looking around she could see romantic candle lit lanterns lit throughout the gardens and lighting the way to cobblestone pathways meant to guide patrons throughout the hotel grounds across from where she stood to the side of the building. The entrance doors which were thrown open for the night air to cool the lobby were imported Indian wood so heavy they took five men to carry each one and attach them to the frames.
Chestiny smiled taking a deep breath of the New York State air, this was the type a place a girl like her dreamed of, never once had she thought she’d one day perform here let alone be asked to stay as a guest. She was just a little Colored girl from Phoenix, Arizona, but since then she’d defied all odds. She’d traveled all around the world, throughout the country, she’d even been asked to be in a movie and not to play anyone’s maid…but somehow this moment standing here in front of the Grand Hotel waiting for Frank her manager to her their arrangements together made her finally feel like she’d made it, like she was equal. All the doors shut in her face, not being able to walk in the front door where she was performing, having to get ready in her car cause dressing rooms where ‘WHITES ONLY’… Chestiny could feel the beginnings of a few tears threatening to come down. All of her white counterparts that’d hated her, or blackballed her because they refused to perform on the same stage as a Colored girl, now she was performing at the Grand. She smiled ear to ear her chest puffing out with pride, the Grand was one of the most prestigious hotels in the world they not only didn’t’ let just anyone perform at their ‘Summer’s End Gala’ but the only Colored people allowed in the building were cooks and maids. She was making history and couldn’t be prouder.
“Ches” Frank yelled for her to come on “where are you girl come on” the tiredness of the trip was clear in his voice.
Shaking her head a bit to clear it Chestiny lifted her dress a few scarce inches so she wouldn’t trip and using a mix between a jog and a shuffle hurried over to where her manager stood with a group of hotel employees. “sorry here I am” she apologized to Frank not wanting im to look bad in front of the Grand’s Managers, she knew how people treated him for representing a Colored person for talent and she promised herself she would never give him cause to be embarrassed with her.
Frank turned to her as she slowed down and stood by his side “good Miss Fair I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Clark Johns” he gave her a subtle shake of the head their code telling her the person in front of her would find it offensive if she were to extend her hand for a shake. “Mr. Johns here has come to check us in personally and make sure we get settled in, nodding politely to the women standing slight Mr. Johns left “This is Ms. Elody Martinique she’s of the maids in the hotel, she’ll be seeing personally to your comfort as well” he finished not bothering with introducing her to the other two people with the group so she assumed they mustn’t be important.
“Ms. Martinique, Mr. Johns” Chestiny gave each one a polite nod “it’s very nice to meet you both. Thank you for having me here the hotel is beautiful…” she complimented intending to ask him a question about the hotel but the manager cut her off.
“Yes I know it is, we all work very hard” he said smugly, looking at her with thinly veiled contempt “please call me Clark Miss Fair” he asked as if the very question was like pulling teeth. Waving a nonchalant hand behind him “and call Ms. Martinique Elody, now please come with us and we’ll get you checked in and settled in you suite” he said in loud slow tones as if one was talking to a dumb animal. Without another word and rather rudely he did a military style turn swiveling on the ball of his foot and started walking towards the entrance not bothering to see if his guest followed.
When the group made a curve to the right and began walking towards the side of the building Chestiny stood a few feet away from the main entrance looking completely perplexed “excuse me?” she called out just loudly enough for the entire party to hear her and stop walking, turning to look back at her. Pointing to the main doors “I know I haven’t been here before but isn’t this the main entrance? Why are we going down there?” she looked back and forth between Frank and the Clark the hotel manager.
Clark looked between Chestiny and Frank a few times before a look of annoyance crossed his features “she wasn’t informed” he asked Frank clearly he would rather Chestiny not be there at all.
Frank walked back to Chestiny and took her hands in his and she knew he was going to say something she wouldn’t like “well you see the condition of you staying at the Grand during the duration of your performances is that you are not to be seen by the other guests. The Grand still maintains its stance as a segregated hotel and doesn’t want to offend or loose the patron of its more prestigious guests, therefore the agreement is while you are not making an appearance at one of the social events you have been booked for while here or performing for one of the shows you are to stay in you suite where you have the entire floor to yourself so that there is no risk of you being seen” he recited now memorized first paragraph of the conditions of Chestiny’s contract, the guilt he felt at keeping this information from her before she signed the agreement was clear but the prestige performing at the Summer’s End Gala would add to her career for Frank outweighed all of the grief she would get from these prejudice pricks. For him his kid’s future was more important than anything, especially with the secret she carried in the end she needed all the power she could get if ever suspicion clouded her.
Chestiny felt the tick starting in her jaw, it always went off when she was aggravated and lately it seemed to be happening more times than not. Deep within her she felt her Leopard spirit stirring with irritation as well and quickly put her arms behind her back when she saw the skin on her arms literally crawling out the corner of her eyes the telltale sign that her inner Leopard was close to the surface than usual. She’d never have to worry about losing control actually shifting being a Therian but she could still do some freaky things humans would put her away for and knew she had to get it together. She could feel her pacing back and forth her rage mixed with her own anger mingling until neither of them could tell one from the other, a growling sound snapped her out of her inner thoughts and had her looking around.
“Was that you” Clark looked at her his eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he shook it in confusion, ‘was that an honest to God growl that came out of her mouth?’ he mumbled under his breath.
Frank pressed up close to her back and mumbled under his breath so quietly no one else could hear but her “get it together Kid” he rubbed the back of her neck briefly in a soothing manner her cat instantly responded “you can’t afford to lose it here, not this weekend too much is at stake” he warned stepping back just as quickly.
Giving him a barely perceptible nod that she understood Chestiny felt her leopard settling as she turned back to the hotel manager, clearing her throat a few times “sorry I have a frog in my throat. Now why are we going this way”.
Clark was quiet for a few moments looking her over suspiciously as if he instinctively knew something about her was off but couldn’t place what, as if coming to some inner decision he finally answered her “well to be frank Miss Fair The Grand has never allowed a Colored person through the front doors, we are already breaking precedence having you here management has no intention of prancing you through the front door” the resentment in his voice was palpable. His eyes traveled down her body again this time with hate as he took in her floral half hat piece placed expertly in her pin-curled red hair, the navy and white silk dress by Mme. Eta Hentz and her black geometric shaped corde purse with the Lucite handle that hung in the crook of her arm, her nude expensive silk stockings with black roses embroidered at the ankles and her expensive Chanel heels. Everything about Chestiny screamed success and she knew in the very moment his eyes finally met hers once more and widened in surprise at being caught before the disdain returned that she would have to watch Mr. Clark Johns.
“Very well” Chestiny nodded letting it go, the contracts were signed she couldn’t put up a fuss now, besides this was her dream wasn’t it. Pulling herself up with all the poise of a queen just like her mama taught her she held her head high dispite their nasty looks “fine then let’s go” she said waving her hand as if granting them permission, she could tell she’d pissed them off more but who cared…she knew no matter what she did they would hate her, so she mine as well have some fun. ....
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...Smiling back “thank you Miss” the Stewardess said back.
“Be careful as you go down the steps and someone will be there at the bottom
with your luggage…have a good vacation” with that she turned to the next
Nodding Lois continued down the steps squinting from the
bright sun of the afternoon, unable to keep in the silly grin she smiled ear to
ear as she made her way carefully down the steps. She couldn’t believe it after
a full year of saving she was in Paris, France…and by herself for that matter,
all her other friends had only gone on their honeymoons or with their parents.
Paris this place, she’d dreamed about it since she was a child. As her feet
finally touched the ground for the first time she felt as if she could have
cried. Lois experienced that rare overwhelming sensation one goes through when
discovering a second home, she followed the porter with her luggage across the
airport runway towards the exit gate feeling as if she were in a
“Okay Mademoiselle here’s a taxi for you” the Porter
loaded her bags into the trunk his accent making his voice sound musically
Excited beyond belief Lois got in the taxi that would
take her to the bed and breakfast in the heart of Paris that she’d arranged to
stay at. She listened avidly as the two Frenchmen spoke to one another in their
native tongue, the beauty of their words seemed to flow over her even though
she wasn’t completely fluent and couldn’t comprehend all of the conversation.
The beauty of the French language was truly something to behold.
Finally the driver ran around to his door and got in and
with a final nod to the porter they were off. The only thing keeping Lois from
literally bouncing in her seat was chapter five of Mrs. Lillian Reid’s
Personality and Etiquette Book, which clearly stated that a lady will remain
calm and subdued at all times. But as they pulled through the gates and onto
the road she could feel her excitement
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Blinking Rosalie slowly came out of her daze as the ding from
the computer indicated she had a message. Frantic and not thinking straight she
automatically assumed it was Robert her hand trembling uncontrollably as she
clicked on her AOL messenger. Cursing she jumped out of her seat when the phone
rang almost giving her a heart attack. Twisting in her chair she grabbed her
cell pressing the answer button without looking at the caller ID.
“Hey there Rosalie I know it’s late but we both know you’re up.
I just messaged you on AOL but I figured it’d be better to call” Bishop Wright’s
deep soothing voice spoke through the phone disappointing her and soothing her
at the same time.
Smiling sadly she’d been stupid she thought to herself as she
clicked on the blinking message confirming it was indeed Bishop Wright that had
just IM’d her. “Hi Bishop Chucky” she greeted him finally not able to quite
cover up the disappointment in her voice but she hopped anyway that he wouldn’t
be able to hear it.
Chuckling for a few seconds “Don’t be so happy to hear from me
Rosalie it’s great for my ego” he laughed again much to her dismay. Getting
serious “you know why I called you seemed really bad today at church I want to
know how you’re doing and no lies” he said
Sighing Bishop Wright always seemed to know exactly when to call
her and it always seemed to be when she broke down while checking to see if
Robert got in touch with her finally. She’d known the Bishop for longer then she
could count and he knew her like the back of his hand no, she could never lie to
him. “I don’t know how much more I can take” she said in a quiet voice fresh
tears springing down “it’s been almost three years in a few weeks and nothing. I
haven’t heard from him since the first month he was gone he doesn’t even know he
has a child. When we got married we were supposed to be a team, he tried to
convince me that he did this for us but the truth is he just left me to take
care of everything by myself” her voice turning
“No I refuse to let you think like that we both know that Robert
is a good man. I don’t agree with how he did it but everyman understands the
desire to take care of his family. You are a strong woman the Lord has gotten
you this far and he will get you further. I believe in my heart that he will
bring your husband back to and you have to believe that too. No doubts we both
know you’re a woman of faith these are the key moments when you call on them”
Bishop Wright’s words of encouragement made her feel marginally better. “I know
it’s tempting but you can’t torture yourself with checking the computer every
night you can’t handle it Rosalie. This ritual you have going every night isn’t
healthy and you’re not healthy you’re no good to that little boy that needs you”
the compassion in his voice brought even more tears to her
“I just fell so alone” she began crying into the phone “and I
miss him so much” she went on allowing herself to finally break down for the
first time since he’d left. “And I’m so damn angry with him it’s always with me
festering and I don’t know what to do with it. It’s so hard being a single
parent and that wasn’t my plan it wasn’t our plan. I get no breaks, no moments
to just exhale to many people count on me…Little Robert, my Mother, even
Robert’s mother needs help these days. Thank god I at least get his checks every
month or we would all be on the street. The only chance I get to try to get a
moment is on Sundays when we go to church and that’s become a dread. No
disrespect to you Bishop…but it’s the stares and whispers people don’t know why
he’s been gone for so long without contact they’ve gossiped, and the ones that
know the whole story give me no peace. You say I’m a woman of faith but Bishop I
think I lost it and I don’t even know when. I’ve cried and prayed and meditated
to God and have gotten no answer. I’m a good person, I follow rules, I honor my
mother, I go to church what did I do that he thought I deserved to go through
this…” her heartbreaking sobs cut off the rest of what she was going to say as
she put her head down on the desk with the phone still to her ear.
Sighing wearily it was in moments like these that broke his
heart that he wished he had all the answers that he wished he could just
magically fix it… but alas that wasn’t the way of the world if it was people
like him wouldn’t be needed. “Child I want you listen to me okay” he tried to
talk over her sobs wishing either he or his wife where there to comfort her this
moment was a long time coming he hated that she was alone when it happened. “Are
you listening?” he asked again after a few minutes when her sobs subsided a bit
to a manageable level.
“Y…yes I’m listening Bis…Bishop” she answered through her
“YOU ARE NOT ALONE! I want you to understand that. You have
family, friends, and more importantly you have God. God doesn’t allow good or
bad things to happen he’s given us free will to decide that all on our own. But
sometimes you have to go through tests and trails and no one knows the reason
and while you’re going through things can sure look bleak but I’ll tell you
this. If you just trust God a show some faith there’s a major blessing for you
on the other end…cause that’s really the true test within ourselves if you can
trust him when everything is dark and nothing in life makes sense. He wouldn’t
put more on you then you can handle even if that’s what it seems right now and
when you are feeling that way you come to me or someone you trust and we’ll talk
just like we’re doing now”.
Sniffling as she wiped her tears a smile finally broke out on
her face as she listened to Bishop Wright’s words and began to feel a little
better. “Your right I’ll do just that. Thank you for calling me. You always seem
to know just when I need you” she confessed.
“No God knows that I just follow his orders child” he answered
“It’s getting late now and you need your rest. Get away from the computer and go
to bed okay”
“Yes sir I will”.
“Good, good I love you more then you love me Rosalie” he told
her softly hanging up the phone.
you too Bishop” Rosalie spoke to the phone softly putting it back on its cradle
as she shut the computer off forcing herself not to check her three
The scent of her shame as is suddenly hit the air was
bitter and sharp as she mumbled incoherently she was clearly uncomfortable and
he didn’t like it. Crawling across the short to distance to sit beside her
making sure their legs touched he took her hand quickly finding himself utterly
fascinated with it as he fiddled with her fingers. Pleased she hadn’t pulled
away with his other hand he began to undo his bowtie “don’t you hate these
things? Rather ridiculous if you ask me I feel like a penguin with that white
jacket and this black bowtie” he joked wanting to make her laugh.
Throwing her head back she laughed a revealing single
dimple in her left cheek and the most charming gap in her teeth. “I’ve never
heard anyone say that before you’re funny” she continued to chuckle lightly.
Sighing her laughter abruptly ended making him sad to see her beautiful smile go
“I’m wearing the apron because I’m one of the maids here at the Grand Hotel” she
confessed sure that he would back away from her and back across the elevator as
she twisted the trimming of her apron in nervousness yet lifting her head up
high she wouldn’t show him any emotion if this went bad. Never let them know
there’re getting to you.
Luke was shocked speechless but also proud at how tough
she was, his little mate was full of surprises he would have never thought that
was her profession, but above all he was shocked that she would think he’d care
about something of so little consequence. He knew more than anyone that a
person was most often more than they seemed it was usually the other parties
fault and problem for underestimating them.
Looking at his exotic mate he was saddened that there was
no one to give her the things that she deserved. Then he felt pure rage as
image of what her life must be like popped in his head, he was not oblivious to
the way Blacks were treated especially maids. Snapping out of it he could feel
the anxiety coming off of her in waves and knew that his reaction to this
revelation would be the defining moment for their future. Lifting their joined
hands he kissed her knuckles “well I’ve never seen one more beautiful” he said
with sincerity letting her see the truth of his words in her eyes. He ignored
the niggling of hurt that she thought him her mate so shallow.
you have to say?” she asked so stunned her voice rose uncharacteristically.
Mouth hanging open it couldn’t be that simple either that or he didn’t
understand what she was…
Tapping her chin Luke laughed he couldn’t help it, he
could literally see her thoughts running through her head laughing again when
she blushed and closed her mouth. “My darling I’m interested in who you are not
what you are” he stated simply and softly leaning in closer with each word.
Still holding her chin he tilted her head gently to the side as he brought his
lips down softly on hers.
Luke felt like he’d finally come home as Cloris
immediately melted into him her lips were soft and plush under his as he gently
nudged them apart. Licking the seam of her mouth his hand slid around to cup the
back of her head, groaning when her arms came up tentatively to wrap around his
neck. “that’s it my darling open for me” he commanded enticingly against her
moist lips drawing out the moment he nibbled on the plump bottom lip not
bothering to conceal his fangs as they lengthened just a bit…she would know
about him soon anyway.
Nervous as a schoolboy Jet almost forgot about the wine on his way back to
Zuradia and had to go back deciding to bring strawberries too.
Looking down at his
hand he wasn’t surprised to see it shaking it was absolute torture listening to
Zuradia all night and not being able to be with her but now that the moment was
finally here he found himself quite a bit intimidated she was an amazing woman
to say the least.
Stealing up his nerve and hoping like hell this all worked out
he mentally put on his big boy pants and walked into the living room where she
sat reclined on the loveseat like an African goddess.
“Ah hey you” he croaked
out completely tongue-tied and kicking himself the minute the lame greeting came
Z giggled secretly delighted in Rebel’s sudden nervousness “hey you back”
Rebel’s obvious nerves putting her own at ease. As he busied himself pouring the
wine for them she took the time to study his profile he really was a beautiful
man. He had the sexiest mole at the lower right corner of his mouth that she
hadn’t noticed all night until that moment and the compulsion to lick and nibble
on it was almost too much to resist.
Starring into her eyes Jet passed her one of the glasses “To us” he murmured
while softly clinking her glass against his.
“Rebel I have to be honest I really like you” she told him pausing looking at
him oddly when he visibly tensed.
Jet forced his body to remain calm he was quickly coming to realize how bad
of an idea this whole charade truly was. He was dying to hear his name on her
lips not his Twin’s he also truly hated lying to her but neither he nor Rebel
could come up with anything better. As much as he loved being here with her it
still felt something was missing without his hermano. He just hoped she
understood everything when they finally told her the truth. “I really like you
too” he confessed to her cutting off his own train of thought. “I’ve liked you
for a long time” he told her speaking for both Rebel and
Zuradia gulped down the rest of her wine and set down the empty glass happy
for the liquid courage “so what are we doing here? I don’t want to be hurt” for
brief moment letting her guard down.
Jet set his drink down and cupped her face in his hands hurting to see such
vulnerability in her eyes and touched his forehead to hers determined right
there that he would never lie to her again. As soon as the moment was right he
would tell her everything. He didn’t like how he felt in this moment or that he
was betraying her “Cariño I can’t give you promises or guarantees about what
will happen in the future” he told her his lips brushing against hers as he
whispered. “But I can promise that I will do my best not to let that happen. I
know this is all new and I don’t want to come on too strong but for me you’re
the one. I just want to love you, make you happy” he reveled nudging her lips
with his before he went on. “There are a lot of things I want to do with you
Zuradia and I can assure you that hurting you is not even on the list” he said
to her and then gave her a slow tender kiss that had both of their bodies on
fire for more.
Zuradia moaned into Jet’s mouth feeling as if she was being completely
consumed. Briefly in the back of her mind she wondered at his ability to kiss
like he was two completely different people but as one of his large hands began
a path up her ribcage to her swollen aching breast it cut off that thought as
quickly as it came.
Jet chuckled darkly at the needy whimper his cariño let out when he ended the
kiss. Scoping her up into his arms he gave her another quick kiss before
standing up and walking her to their bedroom as if she weighed no more than a
child. Stamping down the temptation to slam her up against the wall and ram his
straining cock into tight, wet heat as she began to place sweet shy little
kisses along his neck he groaned and tightened
his grip exercising strength he didn’t know he had walking them into the
large master suite.
Zuradia gasped as Rebel set her down her body sliding sinuously against his
the electricity between them was unlike anything she’d ever experienced or
expected. They were unable to take their eyes away from each other. She’d never
had a man make her feel so desired.
It seemed that words were no longer needed as he left her standing in the
middle of the room while he went to his dresser to take off his cufflinks.
Shivering with need she was unable to remove her gaze from his as he stalked
back towards her towering over her so tall she had to tilt her head back.
“Take down your hair” he issued the command gruffly sending more moisture to
pool between her thighs.
Silently she began to take the pins out her arms purposefully brushing up
against his chest as her hands worked efficiently. The tension between them
began to string tighter and tighter as she shook her dreads out and they
cascaded around the both of them falling to her waist like a dark, exotic
curtain. The monoi oil she’d used in her hair wafted through the air as he
kneaded his fingers through the thick mass to massage her scalp drawing a moan
from her as she leaned back against him trusting him to hold up her weight.
Jet was astounded by how soft her hair was he couldn’t get enough of it.
Burying his nose in her hair he took a big whiff as let his fingers trail
lightly to her shoulders hooking them under her straps. “You’re so beautiful
cariño may I see you” he whispered as he nuzzled down to her ear unhooking her
collar and letting it fall forgotten to the floor before taking a
few minutes to chew and nibble on the small sexy lobe. Taking her needy moan as
permission to continued dragging the tight dress down her body at an achingly
slow pace helping her step out of it when he dropped it to pool down at her
Stepping around her he took in the stunning vision she made. Her eyes heavy
and glazed over with lust, her luscious lips even more swollen from both his and
Rebel’s kisses that alone made his already aching erection twitch painfully. The
subtle blush over across her cheeks was utterly fascinating he wanted to nibble
and see how much deeper he could make them. Looking down he hissed “dios mío”
taking in the sight of her like a starving man “let me just look at you for a
moment” his accent thickening with his increased arousal.
Zuradia never felt more sexy or desired then in this moment standing in the
center of Rebel’s bedroom half naked while he was still fully dressed shivering
with need and biting her lip to cut off her moan as she watched his hot gaze
travel her body. The corset she’d decided to wear under her dress was a spare of
the moment thing… she hadn’t expected anything to happen tonight but now as she
watched the pure lust in his eyes she was glad she followed her
As he stepped back leaving her in the center of the room his gaze darkening
as he took in the cream lace under-bust corset with rhinestones snap down the
center the effect against her chocolate skin was beyond stunning. She didn’t
need a bra the corset pushed her breast up unbelievably high and presented them
up for his pleasure like a present. Her handful size bosom looked swollen and
needy her nipples tight and hard with little Goosebumps around them evidence of
both her excitement and arousal. Wanting nothing more than to throw her down and
ravish her Jet tramped down his baser urges as he eyes traveled hotly down her
body once more having to fight another wave of near violent lust when he took in
her lack of panties. “That’s real sexy cariño” he croaked clearing his
Jet stood there not knowing where to start she was like an exquisite treat
laid out just for him. He could feel himself growing more aroused than he’d ever
been in his life as she stood there shivering with lust, little goose bumps
popping up everywhere and waiting for him with such trust in her eyes. It
floored him and suddenly made him feel like an absolute ass. Meeting her
expression turned wary as if she’d sensed the sudden change in his
“Wh...What is it Rebel” she asked her voice shaking and her arms going up to
Feeling even more horrible “I’m sorry cariño I just I don’t think you’re
going to want to do this” he told her know instantly he was doing this
“Huh don’t you think I should be the judge of that?” she asked laughing a bit
but the worried look still hadn’t left her eyes.
“Wait until I explain okay” he said nervously gesturing for her to sit down
on the bed
Becoming alarmed now “Explain what Rebel? Are you married? Gay? Is Rebel not
really you name?”
“I’m not doing this well” he mumbled as he began pacing back in forth in
front of her as she watched on her anxiety spiking.
“Rebel!” she yelled to get his attention wanting to get to the bottom of this
her body still thrumming with intense arousal so it was also making it hard to
focus as she watched all that powerful muscle move. To focus she cupped her head
in her hands slowly massaging her temples with her thumbs.
Stopping he turned to her a look she could only describe as shame or guilt on
his face “I’m sorry cariño. No I am not gay” he smiled briefly. “Nor am I
married or anything else. Rebel however is not my name. My name is Jet” he said
searching her eyes, for what she didn’t know.
Not wanting to jump to conclusions “oh well you go by your middle name I
assume? I don’t see why you thought that was such a bomb to drop lots of people
do that honey” she informed him sighing with relief. But when she looked back up
at him and saw his face she knew it was something more. “ That’s it isn’t it?
Jet’s your middle name?”
Shaking his head no “I am no good with words it is much better to show you.
Please don’t leave wait here and I promise you will get your answers” he said
not moving until she nodded her acceptance.
Half terrified she would leave while he was gone Jet jogged out of the room
not stopping until he reached the den. Without knocking he opened the door where
he found Rebel pacing in front of the window fists clenched and shoulders tight.
He didn’t need to say anything his hermano already knew. Neither one of them
would ever have been able to go through with it. There is no way they could have
started their relationship off this way. It would forever stain the relationship
and the way Zuradia say them.
Meeting his eyes Rebel took a deep calming breath to gather his courage “okay
let’s go tell her and pray she forgives us”.
With nothing else left to say Jet followed behind his twin as they walked
back to the room with purposeful strides.
They both looked at the closed door with dread each hoping like hell this was
going to go well neither wanting
open up to the possibility that she wouldn’t be so understanding. Looking
at each other one last time for support they let their fears show for that one
“Aquí va nada” Jet whispered.
“Si, here goes nothing” Rebel agreed as he bit the bullet and opened the door
stepping through first his twin a breath behind.