ERONSeeing her again after exactly three years and eight months was a magnificent surprise, excellent, to say the least. She had always been gorgeous. Always been extremely sexy. But seeing her again, she was even more womanly. I found myself wondering if she had a man in her life now. At the thought, I felt anger build up and I picked up my cellphone. "Liam." I spoke when he answered the call. "Yes, Eron? Problems?""We need to talk." I said briefly and he sighed. "What's so important that I have to fly down there all the way from Russia and-""I found her." I cut him off, knowing this would get his attention. He'd always cared about my girl. "Fuck. Tell me it's not Frem-Frem." He babbled with the nonsensical nickname and I frowned, "It's her. I need you here because I'm fucking it up already and I think I'm losing her to another man." I told him and he laughed. "Hold up, man, I thought you were going there for revenge." He said and I closed my eyes slightly. "And for her."
FREMAIt was funny how I was now kissing the same man who just recently saved me from being kissed by another man. But it was worth the comedy. It was wrong, my brain was constantly reminding me but my heart.. Which was mostly what I ever listened to, told me that fisting his shirt and wrapping my limbs around his waist while letting his teeth mark my sensitive flesh was in fact, the 'most right' feeling in the world. He finally ended his sweet assault, but insisted my legs stayed wrapped around his lower abdomen. "Who was he?" His voice came, thick with his reckless Italian accent and sexual frustration. I bit my lip, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment as I realized I'd have to talk to him about Manuel. "He.. He's just a friend," I whispered in response, which was partly true, except, he was a friend but with.. benefits. We had agreed that we would be at each other's beck and call whenever, aside from in the public, but Manuel had started displaying affection which was why he t
FREMAMy phone rang just as I got out of our mansion and I checked the caller ID, slamming the phone to my right ear almost too fast. "Hello? Liam?" No, I didn't have his cell number but Truecaller was doing its usual trick. "Frem-Frem! What a pleasure to finally hear from you again." He told me and I almost cried, my emotions getting the better of me. "Are you better now? Still taking meds? How was your brother's funeral? God, it's been so long, I missed you so much."A chuckle. "I didn't expect less, buttercup. I missed you more." He responded and it was my turn to chuckle now. He still hadn't relented from calling me those two ridiculous nicknames. "I'm not playing that game with you.""I'll win." He answered, cockily as always and I laughed. "How have you been?" He asked and it felt as if I'd been reminded of my current predicament. "Been better. You?" I answered nonetheless. "I'm good. What do you mean by that answer, though? Something I could help with?" He asked me and I
ERONFocusing on her last two words, I didn't think twice as I ripped off her lace panties, shoving it into my back pocket. For later."Eron, my--" She started but I didn't let her finish before delving into her wet core, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. She moaned quietly, her hands latching on the sheets to keep her from being any louder. I wouldn't let her do that. She was all mine and I wanted her to scream it. I tugged her clit not so gently and she jerked up, shrieking. I smirked. Just what I needed. I ate her out generously, my tongue reaching out to all her insides. "Eron!!!" She screamed madly as her orgasm rippled through her. I licked her juices clean and lifted my head to look at her. The view of her pink, wet pussy ready for me turned me on more than ever. And when I eventually looked up at her, the beads of sweat that started to form on her forehead, I couldn't foreplay any longer. In a matter of seconds, our clothes were scattered across the room and m
FREMAI couldn't believe what I was turning myself into. Eron Sunsetto Castile's whore, and what for? To save the life of a woman I wasn't sure was so innocent anymore. She was my mother, though, so I couldn't blame myself for still loving her so much. "Frema? Is that you?" Riley asked, just as I opened the door to my room. I sighed. So much for trying to avoid her or anyone else in particular. "And what's with the limp?" She added and I almost died of embarrassment. "Um.. Look, Riley, I'm really tired and I need to rest. I'll talk later, yeah?" I rushed and turned to open the door but her voice stopped me, "Really now? You're fucking Eron again, right? The same guy who abducted my fiance and your parents! That's his shirt and that limp.. It's because he did it good, right? He did you so good that you forgot your family and--" Whack! I had never slapped anyone so hard before and my palm stung harshly but I couldn't care less as I stared at my best friend in shock, anger, betrayal,
FREMACruel. He was so fucking cruel that it made me want to tear off all the hair on his empty head. How could he do this? He used my naivety against me, tricked me into having sex with him. Eron Castile was really bent on being my enemy, he was playing his part so well. When I dialed his number after talking to Liam, he ordered that those filthy people be brought closer to him. Soon, I was redirected to a video call. I picked up and there, was my family. Each gagged, tied and tortured. They looked so hungry and I wondered if he bothered to feed them. "What is this, Eron? You promised to let me see them." I asked him, tears brimming in my eyes. He smirked. "And here they are. You asked to see and talk to your family, I was kind enough to consider your request but I'm not so stupid, princess. I know your limits." He answered me before adding finally, "Go on."I blinked and the tears fell, making me wipe at them frantically. No, no, he's not supposed to see how hurt I was. "I-- Um
ERONMy phone beeped, signalling a text. It was from Levi Apollo, CEO of Apollo Interiors Ltd. She'll be there by Thursday, it read. I grinned. It looked like she was running away from me the past few days. Almost like she had forgotten about her family, but I was not going to allow that. I was a selfish man, and I wanted her to understand that. Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her. _Thursday came by pretty slow. But now that it was here, I found myself getting nervous like a thirteen year old boy. Fremantle Michealson succeeded in turning a Mafia Lord, into a whipped pussy. That would serve a marvelously pathetic news headline. "They're here, boss. The designers." Jojo, my right hand man after Liam told me. I nodded and told him off, turning to the mirror to fix myself before mentally cursing and heading to the door. When have I ever had to dress up for a woman? "Is he li
FREMAIt was now a week since I got Arsen and dad back. Arsen hadn't also known about the baby and was blown when he heard. But the house still seemed empty, mom was not here. And also, we had to sell some stuff to pay some bills. Believe it or not, Eron had rendered the entire Michealson empire penniless. That was almost impossible, considering my both parents' influence in the country but somehow he just managed to do it. Arsen asked me to resign from my job because I was being used like a messenger and not a Michealson, and the company was poor compared to where I was supposed to work. Well, I was rejected there because dad's money supply ended, everyone in the country now seemed against us. It was going to be okay, though. I had a plan in progress, which was going to knock big boy off his royal balance. "Frema! Your dad has a lead on your mother's whereabouts!" Riley screamed excitedly and I scrambled off my bed, rushing to the family lounge. "Dad, Riley said.." My remaining wor