Chapter 4
Who the fuck was this lecherous asshole?
With his creepy smirk and filthy actions...did girls fall for this? I was so uncomfortable with his constant staring and now this fake Barbie on his lap and him fondling her like a blow-up doll. Geez, yuck, but if not for his horrendous actions, he looked handsome. When I walked in, he caught my eye, and that didn't happen very often; actually, it didn't happen ever!!! He wore a dark pinstripe Hugo Boss custom suit, his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, and his white dress shirt sleeves rolled up. The top two buttons of his shirt were open like he had come straight from a meeting. His flashy ( read Gaudy) Patek Philipe watch was screaming new money.
I was more of a Vacheron Condtantin Kindda girl. I couldn't shake the feeling I knew him. Did he know me? All about me? The thought made me sweat, and I took off my sweatshirt....Big fucking mistake....His eyes became dark with lust, and he kept licking his lips like I was his prey; this sent a shiver down my spine...
Excitement fluttered in my belly....what the hell was wrong with me...." get it together, Amara," I scolded myself. This was so new for me; I didn't have guys falling to my feet, and even if they did, I would trip over them, not knowing what to do because Trust didn't come easy to me, and I was out to prove myself, and that was my only focus. I would be the only 24-year-old in the Bahamas without sex on her mind, the only 24-year-old Virgin.
Eva and Arman had done it already, even though Arman's mom had warned him against" sullying her honor'... Eva's mother, however, was the definition of a cool mom; she had let Eva decide for herself; you know my body, my rules, but let's not throw the baby out with the bath water... No one was encouraging promiscuity...not that it was a bad thing... it was bad in this part of society. It's not like I've never kissed a guy; I'm no Drew Barrymore... even though we have a similar smile, my lips were more like Priyanka Chopra, but my dimples were my own. That's where the similarities ended.
The announcement for boarding jerked me out of my thoughts, and I headed toward the gate, ready to forget about this somewhat unsavory encounter. I reached the gate and realized life hated me no and always has, and a prime example was Mr creep and Miss Barbie were standing in the first-class line to board the same flight. F.M.L!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 5Of course, the Creeper was giving me a knowing smile....how did they come here before me?Did it take that long for me to get my Venti white chocolate mocha, quad shot, ten pumps of sugar-free vanilla, extra hot, no whip made with almond milk? I always ordered it, and by now, the guys at the coffee store knew me by name, face, and order. They were the only ones who missed me when I was out with the flu. Felt nice when they said, ", Hey, where have you been, long time...or I was starting to get worried you moved".Coming back....why is he still staring, and why is she shooting daggers at me? Not like I'll touch that with a 10-foot stick.....Maybe he had a 10-foot shaft, with the bulge that was so apparent.....FOCUS AMARA and not on his stick but on something else like who do you think is the murderer... I have a little game where I write who the murderer is once I know the main characters. In this case, I think it's the
Chapter 6What the fuck just happened? I was so damn Horny ever since I caught Amara's sight when she saw me and the society girl at the boarding gates. She was like a bit of a faun caught in the headlights.As luck would have it, we were seated in the same row in first class, She was sitting on the aisle seat, and the seat next to her was empty, and society girl and I were in the center two seats; she created quite a fuss for us to sit together, and the seats next to us were empty too. When she cupped my dick before walking into the bathroom next to Amara on purpose, thinking my hard-on was for her, I still followed. I had to get off because looking at the Innocent little beauty in the next seat made it painful for me to sit. The door was ajar, probably society girl's doing, laying claim on me, so childish...she didn't realize that Amara had already claimed my mind without even laying a finger on me, without saying a wor
Chapter 7I woke up to the flight attendant gently nudging me awake; apparently, I had missed dinner, and even the breakfast service was about to be missed.I took my breakfast and some coffee. Instinctively I looked over and saw Creeper and Barbie had moved to a cozier setting, laughing and being playful. His gaze barely noticed me," I should be relieved," I said to myself instead; I missed his attention. Was I that shallow?I tuned them out, but my gaze drifted towards Creeper; where did I know him from....did he know me?? Panic gripped my nerves, and I looked at him again, this time catching his gaze while he was leaning toward Barbie; he frowned a bit, trying to decipher my gaze, and then suddenly, he was kissing Barbie, and he winked at me. I felt heat creeping up my face. You have got to be kidding me; this had to stop. This weird push and pull we had going on.Finally, the pilot announced the landing, and I had been a little ner
Chapter 8Amara slept throughout our flight, fueling the little fire simmering in my mind because of her constant arrogance and dismissal towards me. She was obviously attracted to me, I wasn't thinking about marrying her, but we could have fun at this boring family event, only if she'll let up and put out. I decided to concentrate on Nat; she was sure shot and would be fun at the wedding. She didn't seem so insufferable after all.Mom at least chose her for her body, I guess. Fake tits and all, but still banging. I could have fun with Amara and still Marry Nat. The plan might come to fruition when Nat asked if I wanted to make out; why the fuck not.... my gaze landed on Amara and her pensive expression, Almost as if she was thinking about me and my lack of attention towards her, was bothering her. I couldn't help but smirk and wink at her....while Nat kissed and tugged on my lips, all I could think about was Amara and th
Chapter 9 The moment we entered the town car, The color from Amara's face drained, and she looked like the world had ended for her...I might just have because Nat being the bitch ignored her, and I sat there smirking. I added fuel to the fire when Nat suddenly straddled me as the car pulled out from the VIP parking and made its way toward the hotel. " Yes babe, god, you are so perfect," was all I could say when Nat sat on me, and her cunt swallowed up my cock to the hilt. The girl had talent. My eyes locked on Amara, looking everywhere but at us, blushing profusely like a little prude. My fingers dug into Nat's meaty ass; it felt jiggly like silicone but not like the real deal that Amara hid beneath those shorts. Yeah, she had changed into this cute little beachy resort-y outfit, the fuck if I knew what it was called, but I could imagine all the easy access points it provided to Amara for a quickie. She looked fuck
Chapter 10All my excitement drained the moment Creeper and Barbie waltzed inside the Town car. My mood was suddenly sullen, so much so that even wearing my limited edition Dior halter top with shorts from their resort wear line that I managed to get my hands on our trip to Dubai- didn't cheer me up. I was so excited and had almost forgotten about these two.Next thing I know, Barbie is straddling Creeper, and suddenly his dick is out and inside her....I guess underwear is optional for some people, especially Barbie. I can feel his gaze on my burning a hole in me, my own need starting to pool between my legs...Was I a voyeur? Did people having sex in public places turn me on? Was I a bigger pervert than these two? Was he gonna spank her? The way his fingers dug into her Ass cheeks, I was almost waiting for the silicone to leak out...I knew Natasha from the SFO society pages, not that I read them; I did a paper on social m
Chapter 11Before I could shut up and gain control of my sassy mouth, I replied, "Someone who doesn't need to watch your sex life in the open. I prefer my pron in my room and with better-looking actors". Barbie saw red, her eyes were wide with anger, and she gritted her teeth to answer... I said," Careful now, don't grit them harder, or you might pop a veneer or maybe puncture your fake tits with all the grouping and squeezing he has been doing." again, shut the fuck, Amara, but it was like the flood gates opened and all the pent-up frustration came out. She almost lunged at me like a feral animal if it wasn't for Creeper's arms snaking around her waist.Suddenly the car stopped, and the door opened...Creeper and Barbie started fixing their clothes, and I took it as my queue to step out, grabbing my Dior Large Dior book tote with my name customized. I was barely on my feet when I was pulled into a hug by this petite little thing, Eva. She was glowin
Chapter 12I was still reeling in from Amara's answer to Nat; the girl had spunk and balls; I'd give her that. Dishing it out to a vulture-like Nat took some serious guts. I was still enjoying the banter when the car door opened, and I instinctively looked down to see if my junk was covered and if I was decent.Amara took this opportunity to slip past us, and I could see her genuine smile and her to-die-for dimples when she greeted Eva and Arman. I was looking at them through the tinted car window, and Nat was busy applying makeup, like a layer, unlike Amara, who was glowing naturally like a goddess.I caught sight of Arman asking Amara to call her..." Interesting, little brother, not so little after all," I thought. I was fixed on Amar's face when she saw Eva's security detail. All the women in our family had security detail with them. I couldn't read Amara's expression when she met the Bodyguard; maybe she thought it was unnec