Charlotte:I go downstairs, of course, into Anthony's room. I open the door and lock it behind me. Anthony rotates his armchair to face me. He's working on his laptop at his desk, his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. He's in a soft looking grey shirt and black joggers. "You miss Daddy already sunshine?"I don't respond and simply climb into his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I always miss you."He palms the back of my head and puts my face in his neck. I inhale his scent and it's like a sort of calm settles over me. "You know, if I knew beautiful, young women would fall for me, I would have entered the dating market sooner."My head snaps up and I grip his throat with both my hands. He throws his head back and laughs. Does he think I won't strangle him? I start to apply pressure. "Easy tiger. That was a joke.""Does it look like I'm laughing?"He holds his hands up in surrender. "Point noted. I'm sorry. But anyway, it's not even true. I didn't want anyone til
Charlotte:When I wake up the next morning, I feel his morning wood against my back. We're both tangled in each other and I carefully untangle myself. Deciding to wake him up with a morning blowjob, I take him out of his pants and lick from the bottom to tip. When I get it wet enough with my saliva, I suck his balls into my mouth.I rise and put his whole length into my mouth, suctioning my lips around him. When I look at his face, I see he's awake, looking down at me with hooded eyes. God, he's so handsome. Without warning, I feel his bitter cum hit my tongue. Without removing my mouth from him, I lick around his tip. Only when he stops coming, I pull my mouth off him. "Swallow."I do. "Good girl." I blush and get off the bed. Just as I'm about to go into the bathroom, my phone rings and I pick it up. "Dad?""Good morning baby doll.""Good morning.""You know when you were a baby, you looked just like a little doll. With a head full of chocolate hair and wide green eyes that alwa
Charlotte:"Good morning Sebastian."I greet him as soon as I enter into the kitchen. "Good morning." He smiles at me. I make myself a bowl of granola with yogurt and sit down to eat it. A short while later, Anthony comes in a forest green suit with a black shirt underneath. His hair is still wet and curls behind his ears. It makes him look adorable. He catches my gaze and gives me the faintest of smiles. Even though it's small, his eyes glimmer and I just want to bite him. "Dad, you seem happy. Anything special happening?""Today's the day I acquire Daymond Diamonds. I'm still thinking about whether I should incorporate it into Crosswalk Industries or just let it be the way it is, putting some of my employees there and taking some of theirs. Either way, they'll need to have a temporary CEO.""I could do it.""I'll let the other members know. They'll have to take a vote on it."Sebastian shrugs. "That's fine with me."The rest of our breakfast goes in silence and Anthony is the fi
Charlotte:I groan aloud at the sensation. "That feels so good Tony." I moan. His thumbs press into my arch and I see heaven. "I've been told I'm a good foot masseuse." He smirks at me. My eyes start watering and my lips start wobbling. "By who?"His smirk falls right off. "Of course by you, sunshine. You've told me that almost every day.""Oh, so it's not someone else?" I sniffle. "Of course not. Why would I be giving anyone else foot massages?"I fan my face. "You're right. It's the hormones."He presses his ear against my seven month pregnant belly. "What's my little angel saying today?""She's wants to come out and she's craving a big, juicy Snickers bar.""She craves or her Mama craves?"I roll my eyes at him. "Does it make a difference? Isn't it the same?""Who knew pregnancy could make you this adorable?""Yeah, it's adorable to you. People will probably confuse me for a whale." I start sobbing. "Okay, calm down baby. No one thinks you're a whale and if anyone says tha
Sebastian:The sound of the vase crashing reverberates in my ears. My hand feels numb from hefting it and subsequently throwing it against the wall. "I told you I love Adeline! How the fuck could you do this?""Watch your tone when you talk to me, boy.""I. Am. Not. A. Boy." I seethe. "Then stop acting like one.""I'm not marrying some random bitch." The words come out through gritted teeth. "You will, and mind that language." He says calmly, with that fucking stoic face he never changes. I cross my arms across my chest and smirk. "I will do no such thing."He pulls out a sheet of paper from his thick, black folder and slides it over to me with one manicured fingernail. He makes a point to get a manicure every week. I grab the sheet and skim over the words. When I'm done, I crumple it in my fist and try to turn his table over. Stupid move on my part. The thing is made of Lignum Vitae. "When you're done embarrassing yourself, you're free to leave my office.""Threatening my inhe
Charlotte:I see something flash through Anthony Crosswalk's eyes as his son ignores him.I look away when he glances down at me. Goosebumps rise on my skin as I feel his gaze on me. He is an intimidating man."Excuse him. He's not used to not getting what he wants."I appreciate his honesty, despite his words."It's alright Mr. Crosswalk. If he loves someone else, why not get married to her?""I'm sure you of all people know how our world works, Ms. Daymond. We don't marry for love. It is a mere abstract concept. Marriage is just a tactful strategy to further improve our businesses."I shake my head vehemently, completely at odds with his words, but I know it's useless arguing with men of his power. Men like my father. They're thick headed and refuse to listen to what the other person has to say. If Sebastian's childhood was anything like mine, then I feel sorry for him.Everyone knows about Anthony Crosswalk and his ruthless reputation. I could guess having him as a father is not an
Anthony:"Charlotte's parents have invited us to lunch at their place. Clear your schedule for the weekend."He crosses his arms over his chest, an arrogant look on his face. When he does that, all I can see is Della, and I prefer not to remember her. "Who said I'm going?""Sebastian. Don't make this harder than it has to be.""I'm not going. You can drag me, but I don't think you'd succeed."I may be taller than my son, but he's buffer. I can't threaten his inheritance for every miniscule thing. That is the one card I have already used. "Why don't you get to know Charlotte? She's smart and successful." I don't say that she's beautiful, since it may not be age appropriate of me. I only want the best for Sebastian. "But she's not Adeline." He counters and I almost lose it. "So you want Charlotte to be a whore?"He smacks the wall in anger, looking like the spitting image of me. Every time I look at myself in my bathroom mirror at night. The same anger and hatred in his eyes. "Sh
Charlotte:The next morning, I brush my teeth, take a shower and pack a bag. When I finish zipping up the bag, my phone buzzes with a text. I open it and find an address to a private airport. I eat an apple and banana for breakfast and sling my bag over my shoulder, locking the door behind me. Franco, being his usual punctual self, waits for me. "Good morning Franco." I toss him an apple which he deftly catches. "Good morning Ms. Daymond.""Oh Franco, just call me Charlotte." I say over my shoulder as I get into the backseat of the car. He closes the door and gets behind the wheel. "Where to Ms. Daymond?"I sigh. "We need to go to Teterboro Airport."He nods and starts the engine. I look through my phone to check my mail and respond to the ones that say 'Immediate response required'. When I'm done, I have nothing else to do, so I decide to bother Franco. He's only been my driver from the past two weeks. "Franco, are you married?"He laughs. "For the past 25 years miss."I lean