23

The hell!

I almost spat out my champagne, and I quickly dropped the flute.

"Don't you think that's a little bit personal?" I coughed into my fist as blush crept to my face.

I stared at the other twin from the corner of my eyes.

Where was the `oh my God Peony, you can't just ask someone that?` that she had been doing since? Come on, Rose. Save me.

"Come on, spill. I swear it would be amongst us girls. Tell us the deets. Are the rumours true? Is he really a beast in bed? I heard he's so f*cking wild and gives it hard." Rose giggled, leaning forward and giving me more view of her heavy cleavage.

"I don't know because we haven't done anything like that. I swear, I haven't even kissed him." I said, biting back a bashful smile as my face reddened.

'But he did touch me, and it was amazing.' I wanted to say but held my tongue. With the way they were staring at me like hungry lions, they would squeeze me for every detail of that night.

"No, I don't believe you. With all that sexual tension in the air? Please stop lying." Peony eyed me.

"I don't think she's lying. Which lady wouldn't want to brag about spending a night with the devil? I heard Sylvia didn't stop blabbering about their first time together for weeks. You would've thought they did it more than that one time. That one is always so dramatic." Rose snorted, rolling her eyes.

Oh, Sylvia slept with him. Obviously expected since she was, well, his b*tch... At least it was only once.

I took a bite of another small cake, hoping it cleared away the bitter taste that thought left in my mouth.

"I guess you're right." Peony mused and sipped a bit of her champagne. "So when are you going to do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, playing dumb. There was only one it, and it wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Come on, you know what. When are you going to f*ck him?" She asked, and her sister nodded beside her, wearing a huge grin.

"I'm not." I replied.

"What!" Both of them gasped, their eyes almost popping out from their masks.

"You can't be serious." Peony said, shaking her head.

"It's him, not me. I want it, but he doesn't. Who cares anyway? I prefer it that way; besides, I don't go for older guys." I huffed.

"Helllloo? Did you miss the part where she said there was sexual tension between you two? Literally everyone can see he's barely holding himself from pouncing on you." Rose gushed and grabbed my hand from the other side of the table, almost knocking down the champagne glass. "You have to make a move on him. Get it while he still has interest in you. Do you know how many ladies would sacrifice their souls for him to look at them how he looks at you? Hell, I would too. Girl, seduce the hell out of him; make him want you so bad that he can't control himself."

"And with how he's acting around you, he's going to f*ck you twice." Peony added as she smirked.

"Twice! That's a f*cking big deal! No one goes to Lorenzo Raimondo's bed more than once. It's a tradition in stone. But you can set a new record. Sh*t, you're so lucky. I would kill to be in your shoes. Ugh, why do I have to have an overprotective father? I need some of that man." Rose gushed, fanning herself with her hand, and I bit back a grin.

And Lorenzo said I don't have any effect on him. He was such a terrible liar.

"You know what? I'm in. I'm going to f*ck that man." I beamed, lifting up my flute. The twins cheered and clinked their glasses against mine.

"So how are you going to do it? Do you have any idea in mind? You're going to do it tonight, right? You have to do it tonight; take advantage of this present lust." Rose bubbled and downed her entire champagne with one gulp.

"Of course it has to be tonight. This dress has to work its money." I laughed as I dropped the flute, and I cleared my throat. "But there's one teensy, tiny problem that could ruin everything."

"Girl, there’s nothing that could ruin anything. Except STDs. You don't have that, do you? He's going to kill you if you give him any sickness, no matter how much he wants you." Peony blurted, and Rose nudged her side so hard she choked.

"No, I don't have STDs." I snorted and bit my bottom lip. "But, I don't have any experience with... men. I've explored my body by myself a few times, but I've never actually done it. I—"

"You've never f*cked a guy before! B*tch, no way! With a killer body like yours? Are the guys around you blind? No, wait. You don't do cheap, do you? Honestly, as you should, because hot girls shouldn't do cheap." Peony claimed, ogling at me.

"I've had a few advances, but I wasn't really interested." I shrugged and crossed my legs. "That wouldn't be a problem, would it? Do you think he would mind being with someone inexperienced?"

"He would eat you up if he found out. Guys like Lorenzo – no, most guys – like being a girl's first. It gets them hard. If Lorenzo finds out he's going to be your first, oooo..." Rose squealed, pressing her hands to her face and almost knocking down her mask.

"I said twice before, but there's a high chance he'll f*ck you thrice. That's if he doesn't have it in mind to make you his woman." Peony grinned, and I rolled my eyes.

And I would be the queen of England. There were only two things he wanted to do to me: f*ck and kill. And I only wanted two things from him: f*ck and run.

Sleeping with him was by the way, running was the most important. I had a best friend to think about.

"Trust me, that's the farthest thing from his mind. He wants to f*ck, I want to f*ck, we just want to get each other out of our system, and I can't do that if I can't seduce him. I've tried but failed. It ended up backfiring." I lamented.

"Because you're playing the game all wrong. Men like Lorenzo like being in charge, so give him that false sense of dominance and snatch it away before it goes too far." Peony advised.

"Exactly. It shouldn't be hard since he’s already interested. Make sure he knows you want him and you know he wants you. Be classy, though, not crass, and of course, confident. Confidence is everything for a man like him. Use your body, show him what he could have, give flirting but fleeting touches, and tease the hell out of him. Lead him on. And when you're sure he's turned on and about to take control, walk off and act like nothing happened. He will be so shocked and pissed that you left him blue balled. Then tell him if he wants it, he should take it. He. Will. Fall. Flat. There's no way he would f*ck you if you do that, I swear. And from there is some amazing, hard all-night f**king." Rose grinned, throwing her hands in the air.

"Are you sure that will work?" I asked. It sounded like a good plan, but for a man like Lorenzo... And could I actually pull it off? Hell, it seemed like what he had done to me at noon.

"Trust me. Men are just that easy—"

"Really? Lorenzo said from behind me, and I almost jumped.