After his confession we went back downstairs to join everyone but on the way I needed to use the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit. Zac insisted on waiting for me, but I knew my way back from here. After going to the toilet and cleaning myself up, making sure my makeup and hair were still presentable.I left the bathroom, walking down the steps lightly. When I reached the bottom steps, two massive doors on my left caught my attention. One door was slightly ajar.I walked towards it, the large room enticing me until I reached the door and tentatively opened the door to reveal a wall to wall library."Wow," I murmur to myself. I went to the closest wall and began lightly tracing over the book spines. It smelt so nice in here. It smelt similar to Last Words, but it was more of a richer old smell of paper."Do you read, dear?" a voice called, and I jumped turned around and in the far left was a woman sitting on a throne like chair with red felt material. She wore a dark blue coat d
I watched him look around the table, making sure everyone was minding their own business and thankfully they were. His hand covered my own as I began to wank him over his pants, enjoying the feeling of his growing erection against his expensive dress pants. I could feel him lift his hips up every so sightly to meet my hand.Every now and then, I would hear his raspy voice grown softly and I would smile over my glass of wine.His own hand that rested just above my knee, make its own tail up my thigh, similar to my own, only he began to dip his hands downwards and I spread my legs open, until he met the wetness that was pooled there.He groaned again but this time, it wasn't so quiet, and he coughed to cover it up, making me laugh.I parted my hands from his groan and used that hand to rub his back.He takes his own hand away from me and used it to grab his water."Are you okay, honey?" I say to him as he takes another sip of his water and I watch his face.He nods.I look at his leftov
"I'm sorry," Zac murmurs, leaning into me. His hand went around me, and he held me close.I look at him briefly, dismissing him, but I kept my eyes on her.She looked annoyingly beautiful. She wore a one shoulder light blue dress with a slit up the hem to show off one of her thin legs. Her hair was curled, falling loosely around her shoulders. A ping of jealousy shot through me, but I maintained a broad smile."Hello, Isaac," she speaks. She wraps her arm around him and kisses his cheek quickly and fire burnt inside of my chest.Get. Your. Lips. Off. Of. Him.I clenched my teeth."Hello, Sara," he responds. He keeps his hand around me but the other wraps around her."Hello, Sara," I say when the hug has gone on for far too long.She parts from Zac, but her eyes are still on him."Hello, Alison," she murmurs and then her eyes flitter to mine. And then she does something unexpected. She wraps her arms around me and holds me tight."How are you?" she asks, when she parts from me. She smi
"Champagne?" she offers me when a butler comes past."Yes, please," I say. I have never wanted alcohol more in my life, not so that I could get drunk, but so that I could relax a little.I had spent the next half an hour in introductions to everyone at Zac's birthday party. There were so many people in his family. There was no way I was going to remember everyone's names. There was a point where there wasn't even family anymore, but friends of friends and co-workers of the parents."Isabella?" I ask."Please call me Izzy," she says, taking a tentative sip of her wine."Izzy," I corrected myself. "How many people are here?" I lean into Isabella to ask."A hundred and something," she said with a shrug. "Almost two hundred, I think, although if you want correct numbers, you'll have to ask my mother."The thought of her mother made my stomach drop. Suddenly, my mouth has gone dry and I take a large sip of my champagne, finishing it completely."Want another?" she asks."Please," I say and
I looked towards Zac; the invitation was too welcoming to resist."We ride in style, Angel," he tells me in a low and seductive voice, making me chuckle. Hi hand rested at the small of my back and he pushed me forward slightly, encouraging me to go inside the limo.I ducked my head inside."OH MY GOSH!" I squeal again, and I hear the boys chuckle behind me. The limo had leather seats and was essentially the size of my old room. Purple lights illuminated underneath the seats and there was a mini cart towards the back corner."This is sick," I say and continue to look around me in awe. "I have never been in a limo before and I don't think I ever want to leave," I say and the boys chuckle again.Emmett took a seat beside me and I looked at him with a beaming smile."Told you," he tells me, matching my smile."What the hell is this?" I ask him."It's a limo," he responds in a deadpan voice."Well, no shit! But how?""Zac's family sent it for us," he responds."What?" I ask, but before he
"Not mean, just... intense.""Wow, that's reassuring," I say sarcastically, and check my watch, noting it was time to start getting ready."Goodbye, my child," I tell Emmett and head to the bathroom.I have a quick shower. Despite washing my hair last night, I wanted everything to be perfect, so I washed it again. Once my shower was finished, I put my shower robe on and began drying my hair with the dryer, bending at the hip. Once that was done, I tried to put it up on a bun, but because my hair was too short, half of it fell out.I started my makeup. Putting the most effort ever into my face. Why is it that when you really need your makeup to look good, it doesn't? I huffed and groaned at the mirror every now and then in frustration when my eyeshadow wasn't setting properly, and a lot of fallout came out of my brush onto my cheekbones."Argh! Fuck!" I groan and wipe the bit off of my cheek.I heard a soft rasp at the door and nearly screamed at the person who knocked."Come in!""Wha