Paris didn't sleep that night.Perhaps, he half expected she'd want to call him and ask for an explanation but he knew by now that she'd not even bother to hear his side.Besides, Hermes?Hermes was the god of trickery. It sounded like she already knew he didn't exactly have the best intentions in the beginning but he didn't think she'd just let him go so easily.Sunday passed and he didn't get a call or text.Monday for him was practically busy, considering how his teammates suddenly became friendly all over again, sending him thumbs up whenever they could and pats on his back that both irritated and frustrated him at the same time.Eventually, when the competition with the other school began, he fucked up the first half. Wrong passes, horrible shots, half assed dribbles.They were already behind fifty points."Holmes," His Coach looked liked he was ready to explode with how red his face was. "Is there something wrong? Mommy and Daddy problems perhaps?"Paris felt like punching him.
Paris tried to ignore the fact his cheeks were hitting up as he stared at her now. She had on thigh high black stockings, a big blue and black checkered shirt with her hair in her signature bun, except the braids were gone and it was her natural hair looking like a rabbit tail on her head while she let some strands dance around her face.And some makeup.She looked completely the same, and yet she managed to take his breath every single time. "Have you seen my phone? I can't find it,""Oh," He walked to her and placed it in her hand. "Here."He waited for her to ask what he was doing with it but she said nothing, pocketing the device before looking at him. "Would you like to go to a party, Hermes?""A party?"She nodded."I—" There was only one party she could be talking about, and with the way she was acting so calm, he wasn't sure he should go anywhere with her. "Well, you see, my Father doesn't like me going out much —""Its alright, he won't say no."He stared at her. "You do not
Alex woke first.The first thing she felt were the arms around her, keeping her pressed to a chest. Her head hurting until she remembered where she was.What happened last night.Sighing, she took his hands off her body carefully before sitting up and looking at him. Her eyes counting the freckles on his face and chuckling when she realized how stupid it was.Alex let her hand move to his hair. It was soft, and not as wavy as Marcos', but it tickled her fingers. Made her... Relax.Last night, after she brought him back home, she had wanted to leave. She still couldn't leave Adriana alone. It was one rule she wouldn't ever break, and even if she tried, Marcos wouldn't let her.Yet, she knew Paris had no idea about her Mother and had promised him that she'd talk to his Father, so she did.When she was sure he was asleep, she slipped out the room and walked to Sebastian's study. It had been late, but she knew he'd still be seated, waiting for her.She had sent a maid to him before she me
An hour later, Alex pushed an Elise in her wheelchair, both laughing loudly at something before they spotted Paris who looked unhinged as he walked around the grounds.Elise saw him first, waving. "Paris!"He turned first, the panic in his eyes giving way to relief as he jogged to them. "What the actual fuck? Two of you going fucking missing at the same time. I thought Dad had—" Then he paused. "Where have you been?""Garden," Elise giggled. She had on a blue sun dress with her hair braided. There was also some hint of make-up on her face. Paris could swear she looked livelier than he had ever seen her. "Alex is allergic to flowers!""Mrs Holmes," Alex said, laughing now. "It's supposed to be our secret.""But I told you he's allergic to cats even though you call him Kitten,""That too, was a secret."Elise giggled this time, a hand over her mouth. "Sorry."She did not look sorry.Paris' face had morphed to that of confusion as he stared at his Mother before he got closer, sniffing th
There's nothing holding me back- Shawn Mendes~Abuela loved Elise, for some reason. Perhaps it was the way his Mother stared at her, awed at how much she cooked. Or how the older woman treated Marcos. Whatever it was, they had bonded.Which meant she eventually loved Paris as well.They had all spent that Tuesday evening laughing at Marcos' baby pictures. His mother adding quite embarrassing things about him, before Maria Gomez came in.It didn't take much for him to know the woman wasn't comfortable with Alex, even though she seemed to adore him, but unlike the Alex he knew, she didn't seem to mind, acting oblivious to it.They spent their weeks that way. Paris driving Elise over to stay with Abuela, all three of them holed up in Marcos' room with Paris reading, and both of them listening quietly.There were times of course, when Alex stayed with Marcos. This times, Paris noticed, were more than his, but he understood that the other male needed a lot of attention. Besides, wheneve
"Wow. She is a horrible gift giver,"Alex's driving abilities were topnotch, though it didn't surprise him too much, and she'd been right because they had gotten Marcos who also had his collar on.It was the opposite of his. White, with the word 'PUPPY' and a dog bone tab dangling from it that had the word 'Eros' on it.When he had noticed Paris', his eyes widened, "I like his!"Alex had ruffled his hair and said in a gentle tone, "Puppies don't share the same collars with Kittens, darling."He pouted, and Paris couldn't help it when he stuck out a tongue, at him which Marcos did in return and got a hit on his head by Alex for being 'mean'.That made Paris smile.Now, she drove them to Allure, and once again, they walked in, the receptionist there now a man who acted like Alex was an idol of his for some reason before sending them off to the elevator.This time anyway, they had headed down, instead of up, reaching a place that looked like an underground club, with the dark lights and
Marcos had no problems in staying naked even though Paris did. He seemed to want this, enjoy this, like he wanted to have something like this all along.Did it make Paris uncomfortable? It did. He wanted to ask the male if he knew what was going to happen, but it was also obvious Marcos didn't.He just seemed excited.Both males had stripped off their clothes, worn their respective headbands and pushed the tail up their asses, (for Paris it hurt like hell, but Marcos did it like he had done it many times. He hated it.)Now, they both knelt on all fours, their heads bent while vibrations went through every single nerve cell on their body.Their lips lingered on the high heeled boots of Alex who now had dark makeup on with her hair in an upright ponytail, a bust corset top and a leather skirt that brought out all the curves in her body they rarely ever saw.She was like a walking wet dream.They both knew not to speak, or make a sound. Each moan was muffled and each plea for them to org
momitchAre you up for a date, Sunshine?It had been an hour since he agreed to going on a date with her. Since she told him to come over. At first, Paris had been shocked at the question. She had gone radio silent for three days, and suddenly texted him, asking him out on a date?A part of him felt that she wanted to compensate for not being there for him, but the other part knew she wouldn't do that. Alex survived on pissing him off.Still, he had gotten a little excited and told Elise, who had gotten more excited than him. "So that means you're together now?"Paris had stared at his Mother, confusion on his face. "Together?"She nodded. "I'm aware it's only sexual."She had not been lying when she said those words. It was true. They were just... Pet and Owner with slight benefits. She hadn't asked him out, and he hadn't asked her either, but that was soon going to change.When both of them were alone during their date, he would ask out, and he was sure she wouldn't say no.Paris