Her hands fisted the silky sheets as she readied herself to feel his mouth on her in an area that was already pulsing for more attention. “You’re making me feel very good right now. But to feel you there would be the cherry on top of this very tasty cake, baby. Do with me what you want. I am yours for the taking.”
His smile was felt on her throbbing clit then his tongue ran over it, making her entire body quiver with delight. “Mine,” he whispered then he grabbed her ass and pulled her up.
Loudly, she moaned as he kissed her even better there than he had her mouth. “Yes,” was all she could say, over and over again until she was screaming, “West! West!”
His kiss didn’t stop as her body convulsed with a thousand waves of complete and utter pleasure. His tongue went inside of her, tongue fucking her into a frenzied state.
Her breathing was harsh, her body was covered in sweat and she was fantastically high from the way he treated her body. And now she wanted him to know what her intimate kiss felt like.
When he came up for air, she turned the tables on him. Quickly, she moved and had him on his back before he was fully aware of just what it was she was about to do.
He saw her dark hair covering his stomach as she ran her tongue down his stomach and pushed his underwear off his swollen appendage. “Aulora, you don’t have to…” A groan interrupted his words as her mouth, hot and wet, took his cock into it.
His head fell back and he could think no more. Up and down she went, her hands kept his long shaft covered once her mouth left it. Her head bobbed and he couldn’t stop the groaning he’d started when her mouth first touched him.
He was no stranger to sex. He’d had plenty of it. But none like what he and she were experiencing. He’d known it when he first saw her. He’d known there was something special about her. Something that would defy explanation. And he was right.
Her mouth moved in a perfect rhythm and he was about to explode. He pulled at her to stop, so he wouldn’t come in her mouth but she protested and moaned, making him unable to keep it in any longer. He jerked and shot his load down her throat, all the while she moaned and continued to stroke him.
The sounds that came from him were harsh and animal-like. He was floating on air when her mouth finally left him. All he could do was try to catch his breath as she climbed up his body and laid half her body on his. He wrapped one arm around her, kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I so love you, Aulora.”
“And I love you, Weston. Can we go to sleep now?”
“We can,” he told her and it took no time for them both to fall fast asleep.
Chapter 4
Aullie woke with her body aching from head to toe. The previous night’s activities had been a real workout for her. And the morning was the start of a new beginning for her and Weston. Or so she thought, anyway.
As she rolled over, she found he was gone. He’d left her as she slept and she found it off-putting that he’d do such a cold thing.
Her dreams had been filled with him. And her body was already prepared for what she thought would be the whole act. No more foreplay, she was ready for the whole enchilada.
When she sat up, rubbing her eyes as she did, she found her cell on the nightstand and picked it up. A text was waiting for her from him. She swiped the screen to read it. -Went to grab some breakfast, the staff is off this weekend. Shower and put on the clothes I left for you in the bathroom-
Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom. She’d hoped they’d shower together that morning after making love and cementing their relationship.
She giggled as she looked in the mirror and saw his marks all over her creamy skin. She traced the marks with her finger and felt the way he’d made her feel when he had made them.
Aullie looked at the vanity and found a fresh toothbrush and toothpaste waiting for her there. As she brushed her teeth, she saw clothes hanging from a hook on the back of the bathroom door. A deep blue dress and blue lingerie to match were there. Along with a set of shiny black pumps with six-inch spiked heels. She rinsed her mouth and went to see what was in the little bag that was hanging from the top of the hanger and found a black box inside. When she opened the box, she found a gorgeous necklace and earring set with sapphires and diamonds dripping off them. She took in a breath as she looked at the beautiful set.
And there it was, the disgust she felt for herself as she drooled over the expensive things he’d left for her. His gifts to her for a night of pleasure. His purchase of her flesh.
She went to the toilet where she gagged and dry heaved until she was spent. What was she allowing herself to turn into? A money hungry whore? Or a foolish woman who believed love could see them through all things?
Either way, she wasn’t being true to who she really was. She turned the shower on to wash away the night and filled her hand with expensive shampoo. An expensive salon brand that she’d used when she had money.
The smell of it brought back the old days. The days when she didn’t have to count pennies or worry over rent and other bills. Days when she was driven around by Dustin, the family’s driver. Days when her father still loved her, and her mother.
She wondered what had happened. Her mother had never really explained. She’d told her that her father wanted them to move out and so they did. She later said, when Aullie asked why he wasn’t coming to visit, that he wanted to be left alone to live his life.
Aullie had always thought they were the most important part of his life. But it seemed they weren’t. Even though he’d lavished gifts upon them both and made them feel as if they were special.
It was all a lie.
Her father had the money to give them those things. It wasn’t a sacrifice to him at all to bestow the things on them that he did. And it was no sacrifice for Weston to give her the things he had, either.
The dress was from a designer she’d known before. It most likely cost somewhere in the neighborhood of six hundred to a thousand dollars. A drop in the bucket for Weston. The shoes were easily worth seven hundred dollars and the jewelry was in the thousands. And all for one simple night.
What would he try to give her if and when she really did commit to him? A house? A car? The moon?
She rinsed out the shampoo and put a dollop of conditioner into her palm. It was thicker than what she could afford and she knew her hair would look a thousand times better after using the products. She’d stroll out of that bathroom looking just as regal as Weston did.
But it would be temporary, just like before. It would be fake and unreal, just like before. What was she doing?
After rinsing her hair and the soap off her body, she turned off the water and got out of the shower with so many jets that it would boggle the mind of someone who’d never seen so many before. But she had and she knew it was one of the many customs that were built in when making mansions.
She dried off and looked under the cabinet of the vanity to see if there was a blow dryer. There were several styling tools, a flat iron, a curling iron, and a styling wand. And then she saw a black box and her name was written across the top of it in white marker.
“What the hell?” she asked herself as she pulled it out. When she opened it, she found it was filled with very expensive makeup and in her shade as well. “What was he thinking? Did he always know he’d get me here someday? Should I be running?”
A quick knock, three light taps and then she heard him say, “Peach, did you find everything?”
Wrapping the towel around her to cover herself, she threw the door open. “Weston! How in the world did you know I’d be here?” She poked him in the chest. A chest covered in a soft sweater made out of cashmere in the color of vanilla ice cream. His dark blue slacks matched the color of her dress and she found herself going light headed. Was she to be the Barbie to his Ken?
His smile was genuine as he said, “I just did. Call me psychic, if you will.”
“How about psychotic?” she replied with a high tone to her voice. “Thi
s is more than highly unusual. This is bordering, no this is not bordering…, this is what a stalker would do. Who goes out and buys things for a person they’re not even talking to most of the time?”
“I knew you’d come around.” He reached out and pulled her into his arms. She knew she should protest but he held her in a way that took her mind to other places. His lips pressed against hers and the fight in her was extinguished, immediately.
How could he make a complete change in her so damn quickly?
When he ended the kiss, he rested his forehead to hers. “I want to take you out today. A real date with flowers and candy. I’ve made some great plans for you and I. And I wanted you to feel comfortable, so I bought you clothes to make you feel like you fit in because you do.”
“May I ask where it is you’re taking me?” she asked as she ran her fingers over the soft material of his sweater.
“To the club, I’m a member of. I’d like to introduce you to my family and friends. I want them all to know you’re my girl. You are my girl, aren’t you?” One small kiss ended his sentence and melted her heart.
“West, you know that’s something we should talk about before you go announcing anything…”
“I thought we already had talked about it last night. Are you going to tell me that you’ve changed your mind?” His hold on her tightened as if he wasn’t going to let her go if she did say it was all just drunk talk.
“In the light of day, I can see how the way you live will affect me. I don’t think it’s a good idea…”
“I love you. Do you love me?” His question weighed heavily on her.
In the end, she had to admit, “I do love you. But I’m afraid of how this will end.”
“Don’t worry about the damn future. Think about now and what we mean to one another. Don’t stop this for what might happen. I’m not about to love you and know you love me and just keep letting things happen the way they have been. So, what do you say, Aulora? Would you like to be my girl?”
“Can I still be me, if that happens? Can I be the person I’ve always been?”
“I’d have it no other way. I’m not trying to change you in any way. You’re amazing! Why would I even want to change you?”
“The clothes, the jewels,” she said.
“Only to make you feel at ease when I take you places where things like that matter. Other than that, I love the casual way you dress. I never want you to feel out of place. I care about how you feel, peach. So, for today, please wear what I bought for you, so I can introduce you to the people who are special to me. I’ve talked so much about you. They’ve been itching to meet you. And you could make some new fans of your art. Now, wouldn’t that be lovely?”
It would, she thought. It’s rich people who buy art, after all. And it’s not as if she’d never hobnobbed with the super-rich before. She knew how to act at the expensive clubs they all belonged to. Why not go for it?
Weston was the person who brought out more in her where her art was concerned, anyway. Why not let him help her to become the best artist and person she could?
“I’ll be your girl, Weston. That sounds pretty amazing to me.”
“And I’m your guy, Aulora Greene.”
Chapter 5
Glitz, glamor, and flash were everywhere once they were inside the prestigious club, Weston and his family belonged to. At times, she felt as if she was a show pony when he introduced her to people.
Aulora knew they were looking at her bone structure to determine if she came from good stock. That’s what wealthy people did, they determined things about people based on their appearances. But it was her art that reeled them all in.
“Oh, my!” an older woman, West had introduced her to, by the name of Emily Snodgrass, proclaimed in surprise when he told her Aulora Green was an artist with her own collection at one of the most prestigious galleries in New York state. “The entire state?” she asked.
Weston nodded and Aulora blushed a bit as he went on to tell the woman more about her than she was used to hearing herself talked about. “She’s already sold an entire collection and she hasn’t even graduated yet. I dare say, she’s destined for greatness, my little peach.”
“And where did you find such a treasure, Weston?” Emily Snodgrass asked, sending a frown over Aulora’s beautifully made-up face.
A dingy pub isn’t a thing an upper-class citizen is supposed to work at. But she found herself staring up at Weston with adoration as he said, “A pub on the outskirts of Queens is where I found my heart. Being an artist, she’s taken the role to heart and took a modest job and flat to help her gain the insight she needs to become a great artist. You know, the pains and tribulations that all great art is created from.”
It was kind of true, after all!
“So, intelligent and how true,” Emily Snodgrass replied with a wide smile. “You’ve either made your parents very proud or they’re very disappointed right now. I know how parents can be. When I went to finishing school, and came out with the wild idea that I wanted to be a reporter, I was met with criticism. Unfortunately, I caved into it and went on to become the wife of Seville Snodgrass the Fourth, instead of pursuing a path my parents deemed unfit for my station in life.”
“Pity,” Weston said and looked at Aulora with a wide smile on his handsome face. “My Aulora would walk through fire to get where she needs to get in the art world. Isn’t that right, Aulora?”
She nodded and watched a tray of alcoholic beverages pass by. “My mother is proud of me. My father, not so much.” How she wanted to reach out and grab a glass of numbing juice but Weston wanted no alcohol to pass through her lips, lest she would get no taste of him on that day.
And she wanted a taste of him more than she’d ever wanted anything!
The day passed by and she managed to keep her cool and make new acquaintances. With so many promises to stop by the gallery to view and perhaps make purchases of her work, she knew she was going to need to get to work ASAP and with Weston as her muse, she was pretty sure things were beginning to look up for her.
The ride in his Mercedes as they went back to his place, had her dreamily looking out the window at the darkening sky. Perhaps she could make her own wealth one day as a real artist. Maybe she could make it all happen for herself.
She glanced at Weston as he took her hand and kissed it.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
“I was just thinking about things. Thank you, West. I think you might be my golden ticket.”
His smile made her heart flutter and she found herself smiling too. He lifted her hand once more and turned it over, leaving a trail of kisses over her palm. “When we get home, I want to get you out of that pretty dress and into my arms. What do you think about that?”
With a shiver of pure lust, she said, “I think I want to kiss you all over and I’d love it if you’d do the same for me.”
She couldn’t wait to get back to his mansion and find out what made him tick. And when they pulled into the garage and he sighed as he looked at another car that was parked there, he looked over at her with a frown.
“Father’s home. We can’t get right to the good stuff.”
“Want to go to my place?” she asked him with hopes of hightailing it out of there before she had to be introduced to another person. And this one, the most important person in Weston’s life.
“No, I want you in my bed.” His eyes roamed over her with sheer lust. “I want to make you mine in my home and in my bedroom, Aulora.”
His voice was deep and demanding. And she was on fire.
“’K,” came her simple reply. She could hardly think, let alone form a whole sentence.
He came around and opened her door then took her hand and led her into the house. Laughter is what they heard and when they followed the sound, they found his father, a man who looked very similar to Weston, only his hair had gone silver. On his father’s lap sat a tall, willowy blonde with long red nails and dollar signs in her light green eyes
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“Weston, son! And who is on your arm?” his father called out and stood up, unseating the woman who now looked annoyed.
“This is my girl, Father. The one I’ve been telling you about. This is Aulora Greene. Aulora, this is my father, Joshua Calloway.”
“Call me Josh,” he said as he extended his hand and shook Aulora’s.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Josh. And your lady friend is?” Aullie asked.
“I’m Stephanie,” the woman said as she stepped up and held her hand out. Aulora shook it and found Josh not looking too enthused.
“Steph, how about you bring some drinks for the kids? Name your poison, Aulora.”
Weston was quick with the answer to that. “She and I are heading upstairs. There’s a movie we want to see and it’s about to start. We don’t want to get in your way. Night, Father.”
With a smile and a nod, Josh waved them away and Aulora felt relief at ending the day of meeting so many new people. As they headed up the stairs, she caught sight of the other woman looking up at them. A sadness was in her eyes and she knew why that was.
That woman wanted what Aulora had. A commitment. But Aulora knew something that woman didn’t. When dealing with rich men, one never knew when that commitment could end.
But she was going to ride this thing out with Weston and try very hard not to worry about that!
His eyes narrowed as he took her into his very masculine bedroom. “Strip.” He closed the door, ticking the lock, then stepped back a few steps until his enormous bed stopped him and he took a seat on it. Aulora felt like she was on display and when he grabbed a remote and music began to play, she felt like a stripper, there to please him.
It should’ve infuriated her. But it had the opposite effect. Instead, she was turned on. He’d taken her out and introduced her to his people. He wasn’t ashamed of his little waitress slash art student. He was proud of her.
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