Once Elena finished her speech and announced the name of her book, the fundraising began. She got off the podium and went over to sign autographs, everyone cat calling, excited to have her so close. It was as though she was a goddess. Two women were crying as they told her about how her works had changed their lives. They were crying so hard that Elena began crying too. It was so beautiful to watch.“Mr. Delmonte! So glad you were able to make it.” I forced a smile onto my face as I reluctantly walked over to Jude Bellingham, the event's organizer, prepping myself mentally for the unnecessary small talk. As long as you were famous, gracing events like this had people treat you with so much pretentiousness. Too much ass-kissing from people who didn't give two fucks about who you were, but what your fame and wealth brought them. It was sickening to watch, let alone be an active participant.“Thank you once again for your generosity in letting us use this beautiful, spacious event center
My palms turned sweaty as I parked my car in front of the Williams mansion. It was Sarah and Elena's birthday today, and while I was happy to see Elena and celebrate with her, I couldn't say the same about Sarah. Things had not been the same between us for a while, and I was tired of ignoring it. I couldn't keep up with the pretense anymore.With barely three weeks to our wedding, every issue we'd ever had seemed amplified. Perhaps I'd lost interest, call it cold feet, but it felt bigger than that. There was a part of me that kept wondering if the only reason she and I even started dating was the knowledge that we'd end up eventually, through our arranged marriage.But the catch was... would we have? The woman my parents had chosen was Elena. If I hadn't...if that night hadn't happened, would I have been married to Elena now?I ran a hand through my hair and drew a shaky breath. It didn't matter now, did it? There was no going back in time to change anything, and loss of interest or n
“Guess what, Ponyo? I've got something for you too. You honestly didn't think I forgot that did you?”She pouted at me. “You know you didn't have to.”“I wanted to,” I said firmly, holding up a second paper bag I'd brought along with me. “What sort of best friend would I be if I don't get a birthday present for my best friend?”“Richy — ”“See what's inside first. Please.”She exhaled, taking the bag from me. “You're so sweet, it hurts,” she murmured. I watched her carefully as she unwrapped the box inside the bag, her eyes widening, my heart beating erratically. When was the last time I was nervous about something as simple as a gift?“Oh, Richard,” she gasped, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Richard, this book isn't out yet! I got it on pre-order, but it won't be released till another six months gone by. How did you ever — ” she flipped it open, tears escaping her eyes when she saw the personally written note inside. It was from Nina Simone, her favorite romance author. “Is this...
“Are you home right now, babe?” The phone line rustled with Talia's yawn as she replied lazily. “I'm at Grandmother's place, Elena. She wanted us to have lunch together.”I bit my bottom lip, feeling a flash of guilt because it had been a while since I visited Grandmother Willow. I had been wallowing in my own sorrows too damn much lately.“Want to come over?” Talia asked in a singsong, that knowing stretch on the last word. I chuckled. “Is Richard there too?” He was the main reason why I had been avoiding Grandmother Willow's place. He went there a lot to seek her counsel, and due to the fact that I wanted to ensure we spent as little time as possible with each other as the wedding date drew closer, I had no choice but to stop visiting Grandmother altogether.Talia tsked. “If I told you the truth, you wouldn't want to come anymore.”That confirmed things for me. I exhaled as I glanced around my office, feeling so lonely. I needed someone to talk to. To share my pain with. “Alright
“You're a jerk, through and through!” Talia yelled at me from the backseat, before turning to Elena. “You think so too, right babe. He's a jerk, right?”Elena nodded. “A hundred percent,” she said before looking up, our gazes colliding in the rearview mirror, her eyes however unfocused. She belched, scrunching up her face at the putrid smell that left her mouth. “You're a fucking jerk. I hate you,” she whispered the last part, but I caught it anyway.Something about the way she said it hit me hard, and a dull ache I couldn't make sense out of rippled across my chest. I knew they were both drunk, and I shouldn't take what they were saying to heart, but I'd never seen Elena look at me with so much...so much disregard.“Ponyo? Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”She looked away, resting her head against Talia, the two if them snuggling close in the backseat. I sighed as I kept my attention forward, on the road, as I drove us home. I didn't understand a thing. Elena and Tali
I groaned softly at the feel of her ass on my thighs and wrapped my hands around her waist. "W-What do you think you're doing, Ponyo?"She laughed. "What does it look like I'm doing, Richard? I want to sit here. On your thighs.""You can't. It's... it's not — ""I don't care what it's not. I want to sit here, and I'll do it anyway.""Tell me the truth, Elena. How much did you drink today? You don't sound like yourself."She moved, pulling herself closer and I gritted my teeth, blood rushing to my cock and making it even harder. She was sitting right on top of it, wiggling that arse right on top of it, and though I was trying my hardest not to, the thing I wanted most was to rip her panties off, drag down my sweatpants and fuck her real good.Disappointing? I knew. But this was probably every man's weakness. Every straight man's weakness."I did think I took a lot earlier," she whispered, her beautiful emerald eyes darkening. "But now I realize I didn't take enough. I've never had the
She took a step back, crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes. “Now you're making things up. I asked you for your shirt. I didn't ask you to fuck me... though, judging from the way you're hard, I already suspect that you want to. So quit the responsible man act and do what your body wants.”I ignore her rant. “Let's make a deal. Would you go to sleep if I give you my t-shirt?”She nodded. “That'll be fair.”“Fine, Fine, babe. I'll give you the t-shirt, but this ends here, okay? Stop pushing me. I don't know what's gotten into you, I don't know what you have in mind, but this is wrong in every sense of the word. Knowing you, you're going to be pulling your hairs in regret tomorrow morning.”“Oh yeah?” she flipped her hair back and grabbed her dress, pulling it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. My jaw went slack. “Damn, you're... you're naked. You didn't wear any underwear to the club. Elena, God, this is...this is foolishness. What if you'd been raped? You'd nev
“Elena?”I groaned at the sound of Grandmother Willow's voice and snuggled a bit closer to the oddly warm pillow, not wanting to wake up. “Ugh, is it seven AM already?”“R-Richard?”My eyes snapped open, every trace of sleep instantly disappearing as my mind began to clear. Turned out that the warm pillow I was lying on was infact a broad chest, and a strong hand held me down to it.What the hell was going on?To add to my agony, fragments of last night's embarrassment flashed through my mind. Fuck. Oh no, I was so fucked.I blinked twice and twisted in Richard's arms, waking him up in the process. He grunted, blinking slowly, his eyes finding mine as he beamed lazily. “Morning, club girl,” he greeted. “How was your night?”The smile on his face faded as he looked past me, and I let my eyes fall close, shame overwhelming me. All I'd ever done lately was make stupid decisions because how else could I explain this mess I was currently in?“Shit — Grandma,” he blurted helplessly, his voi