Charlotte:I look at Anthony from my seat on the bed. Now, I'm absolutely certain that he's CK. Rubbing my hands on my thighs, I glance at him, preparing to confront him. He's working on his laptop, sitting on the recliner where he fingered me last night. The memory heats up my cheeks. "Care to share your fantasy?" I look at him in shock when he pulls down his reading glasses to look at me. "I'd rather show it to you, but I have something to ask you."I love how he doesn't go back to working on his laptop, instead giving me his full attention. "What is it? If you want to ask me if I feel guilty, then my answer is no."I blush. "No, it's not that. I want you to be honest with me and if your answer to my question is a no, then we will not speak of this subject again."He nods skeptically. Good. "Are you CK?"He removes his reading glasses and sets them on the table in front of him, beside his laptop and runs his hand through his hair. "I'd be disappointed if you hadn't figured it
"I want someone to spend the night with. I know it sounds slutty, but it's a long story. I'm going to have to marry someone of my father's choosing and I want to choose who I give my virginity to. Sue me.""I don't have much interest in suing, but screwing? Now, that's something I'd rather prefer."I burst out laughing and hear him chuckling as well. "That kind of sounds like something some old pervert handyman would say.""Who says I'm not old?"I look at him again, but every inch of him looks fit and lithe. I can't see his hands because they're covered by white gloves, but his neck looks strong, without a wrinkle in sight. "Then maybe I can call you Daddy." I say coyly and hear the sharp intake of his breath. I avert my eyes from him and take a deep breath. I did not just say that. Before I can run away, his voice stops me. "There's a room upstairs."I look at his extended hand and then at his face, covered by the mask. I place my hand in his and he squeezes it, leading me throu
Anthony :The moment Sebastian greets us as we enter the house, I know something is different with him. The way he's averting his eyes when I speak to him and staring at Charlotte when he thinks no one is looking. The way I see it, he probably fucked Adeline and realized he likes Charlotte better. I narrow my eyes at him when he smiles at her. That genuine smile, how long has it been since I've seen it? "Let's put your things up."They both go upstairs and I'm left at the bottom of the stairs, thinking. When Charlotte reaches the top of the stairs, she looks down at me and blows me a kiss. I make a show of catching it and although it's got to be one of the most cheesiest acts I've ever performed, her laugh makes it worth it. Later that night, when I'm in my study, Charlotte comes in and locks the door behind her. I lean back in my chair and forget about my work because she's in the same skimpy dress she wore the first night she was here. Except this time it's a deep purple rather
Charlotte:The next morning, me and Anthony have breakfast together. I didn't want to leave the comfort of his arms, but I also didn't want to risk it, so I left at dawn. "These waffles are amazing Julia." I say as I eat another bite. "You like anything I make malyshka.""That's because you're so good at it.""Good morning." All our heads turn toward Sebastian. He looks quite cheerful this morning. "Good morning Seb. You seem to be in a good mood." I say and take a sip of my coffee. "I am. Shirley Edgar is showing at the Eden Gallery tonight. I was wondering if any of you would like to join me.""I would love to." I say. Me and Sebastian both look at Anthony for his answer. I don't know if I'm imagining it, but it looks like something unspoken passes between them. "I would come, but there's a deal I have to close. You both enjoy yourselves."I try not to look at Anthony, as it would cause Sebastian to be suspicious. I decide to ask him later and leave for work. _______________
Charlotte:I dress in a casual navy blue dress for the art exhibition while Sebastian dresses in a dark red shirt tucked in grey slacks. "Looking Good Seb." I tease him as I descend the stairs. He smiles at me from the bottom and holds his hand out for me. "I could say the same mademoiselle."I chuckle and let him lead us to his car. It kind of feels like a date, but I don't point that out to him, it would make things awkward, not to mention, he's in love with Adeline. So I guess it's fine. He opens the passenger side door for me and I get in. Is this a good time to tell him Adeline asked me to plan her wedding? When he starts backing out of the garage, he looks like Anthony. With that focused look in his eyes and the slight furrowing of his brows. "This may be a bad time to tell you this, but Adeline hired me to plan her wedding.""So I've heard." He glances my way and focuses back on the road. I want to smack my forehead. Of course Adeline must have told him. "I owe you an a
Anthony :I don't sleep the whole night and I have no one to blame but myself. I just kept staring at the painting Julia arranged in my room. I knew Charlotte had bought it. It called to something inside me and I couldn't take my eyes off it while I couldn't keep my mind off the things I'd said to her. I felt myself cracking in her presence and needed her to get out. Each cruel word to her was a bulldozer to me. I just wish she'd slapped me harder. I deserved much worse for the pain and hurt I put into her beautiful eyes. I get dressed for the day and as soon as I step out of the room, the door bell rings. I hold my hand to stop Julia and open the door myself. Instantaneous rage fills me up. "Hello Anthony. Miss me?"What is this fucking cunt doing here and who the fuck let her in?"Even if I was burning in the depths of Hell for all of eternity and you were my only salvation, I'd spit in your face." Bitch. She tsks. "I'll take that as a yes.""Get off my property Della." The ang
Charlotte:I try not to remember the words Anthony said to me last night, but I can't help it. They're always there. He thinks he can get me and push me away whenever he wants, like my feelings don't matter. Bastard. I call Adeline to tell her all the arrangements are done for her wedding next week and work on Clara's wedding arrangements. After a few meetings with my other coordinators, I finally get the time to eat lunch. Right about at this time, I'd usually go to Anthony's office and have lunch with him, but that's not happening anymore, because I've had enough of his asshole behavior. After I eat a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, brought to me by Harper, bless her soul, Della walks into my boutique with her nose in the air. It's not like me to not like a person before actually talking to them, but I definitely do not like Della. I could see the way she was using Sebastian, and not to mention what she did to Anthony. She comes right into my office and I look away from my cam
Charlotte :The next day passes by in a similar fashion. No signs of Della and Anthony tried to talk to me again, but I ignored him. It was hard, but necessary. He needs to know that his hot and cold behavior is not okay. I sent Harper home an hour ago. Julia told me about the Annual Crosswalk Charity Ball, which is two days from today. Sebastian mentioned it in conversation weeks ago, but I guess I forgot. I pack up for the day and step out to lock the boutique. Before I can figure out who's in the car idling at the curb, a hand covers my mouth from behind. ______________________________________Anthony:I immediately unlock my door when some bastard puts his hands on Charlotte, covering her mouth with it. But she slams her head back into his nose and he immediately releases her while another one comes up in front of her, trying to punch her, but she catches his fist and twists his arm behind his back while the other one still clutches his nose. She throws a punch into his alread