OliviaAfter a quick lunch with my parents, I headed to the estate, anxious to see how my belongings would look in my new home. The gates swung open as the car approached, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. This was really my life now. Alfred met me at the door, his expression as impassive as ever. "Mrs. Carter, the movers have delivered your items. I've directed them to place the boxes in the designated areas as Mr. Carter instructed." "Thank you, Alfred," I said, still uncomfortable with being waited on. "I can take it from here." "Very good, ma'am. Chef will serve dinner at seven, unless you'd prefer a different time?" "Seven is fine," I assured him, already heading for the stairs. "I'll just start unpacking." I found my clothes already hanging in the enormous walk-in closet, taking up maybe a tenth of the available space. My books had been arranged on shelves in the library, and my toiletries were placed neatly in the bathroom cabinets. It was like magic,
OliviaI arched my back as his thumb continued working my clit while his fingers pumped steadily. "Oh god, right there." "You like that? Like my fingers inside you?" "Yes," I hissed, rocking against his hand. "But I want more." "Greedy girl. Always wanting more." "Can you blame me?" I reached behind, finding his cock hard and ready. I stroked him under the water, enjoying his sharp intake of breath. "When you've got this to offer?" "Fuck, Liv," he groaned as I ran my thumb over his sensitive tip. "Keep that up, and we won't make it to the bedroom." "Who says we need to?" I turned in the tub, water cascading around us as I faced him. I straddled his lap, his cock pressing against my entrance. "Why wait?" His hands gripped my hips, holding me just above where I wanted to be. "Because I want to fuck you properly. On our bed." I leaned forward to kiss him again, slower this time, my breasts pressing against his chest. "Then what are we waiting for?" We barely dried off before Ale
OliviaAlexander's phone rang, interrupting whatever he was about to say next. He glanced at the screen and frowned. "I need to take this," he said, already walking toward the door. I turned back to the drawer and continued to sort through my underwear. Alexander's voice drifted from the living room, his tone shifting from casual to commanding in an instant. After a few minutes, he returned, looking agitated. "I have to go. There's an emergency meeting with the board that I can't miss." "Now? But we just started packing." "I know, and I'm sorry. Corporate bullshit waits for no man, not even on his honeymoon comedown." "It's fine," I said, trying not to sound disappointed. "I can handle this." Alexander checked his watch. "I'll send some movers tomorrow. Just focus on packing your personal items today." "I can call Emilia to help," I suggested. "Good idea." He leaned down and kissed me quickly. "I'll make it up to you tonight." "Is that a promise or a threat?" I teased. His
OliviaAfter Victoria's unexpected visit, Alexander and I continued the tour of the estate. By the time we reached the massive garage housing his collection of luxury vehicles, I was mentally exhausted from trying to memorize the layout of my new home. "Jesus Christ," I muttered as Alexander flipped on the lights, revealing a gleaming row of cars that would make any collector weep. "This is obscene." Alexander grinned, clearly pleased by my reaction. "Which one's your favorite?" I walked slowly along the line, passing a Ferrari, two Bentleys, the Aston Martin we'd arrived in, and several other vehicles I couldn't even name. "I don't know anything about cars except that these probably cost more than my entire education." "True," he conceded. "But you must have a preference." I stopped in front of a sleek silver Porsche. "This one's pretty." "The 911 Turbo S," Alexander nodded approvingly. "Good choice. Want to drive it sometime?" I laughed. "I'm afraid I'd crash it and end up ow
OliviaI followed Alexander to the front of the house, my curiosity piqued. We hadn't expected visitors, especially since we'd only just arrived at the estate. The massive double doors swung open before we reached them, revealing a sleek black car parked in the circular driveway. Victoria stepped out, dressed in a tailored cream pantsuit that was undoubtedly expensive. Her hair was pulled into a perfect chignon, not a strand out of place despite the light breeze. She looked like she was heading to a board meeting rather than making a casual visit. "Alexander! Olivia!" she called, waving as she approached. Her smile was picture-perfect, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I heard you were moving in today and thought I'd stop by to see if you needed anything." Alexander stiffened beside me. "Victoria. What a surprise." "The good kind, I hope," she replied, air-kissing his cheek before turning to me. "Olivia, darling. That outfit is... practical." Her gaze swept over my jeans and sweater
OliviaWe turned onto a private road that curved through manicured grounds. As we approached, a wrought-iron gate swung open automatically, and I caught a glimpse of the security camera tracking our movement. "Welcome to home sweet home," Alexander said, guiding the Aston Martin up the winding driveway. My jaw literally dropped when the Carter estate came into full view. It wasn't just a mansion; it was practically a palace, sprawling across what must have been at least three acres of land, with modern architecture that somehow managed to look both imposing and inviting. "Holy shit," I breathed. "People actually live like this?" "We do now." "How many rooms does this place have?" I asked as we pulled up to the circular driveway. "Twenty-two bedrooms, seventeen bathrooms, a home theater, indoor and outdoor pools, a tennis court, a wine cellar, and a few other amenities." He parked the car in front of massive double doors. "Nothing too excessive." I shot him a look. "Nothing too