“What would that be, Henri?” I whisper.
“In all my years, I have never beheld two people more in love than you and Miss Victoire, Sir. It is a force of nature. I envy you, no I am jealous of your most good fortune!” he laughs, suddenly.
“You must convince her and hold tight and never let her go! I know this is not the common advice, but you are not common people!” he says.
“She will lie to you, and try to push you away, because even she is afraid of the fantastic love you two have! It is a gift! Don’t forsake it!” Henri concludes.
He walks away, whistling tunelessly.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, and I watch as Henri returns to the restaurant.
Soon, he’s engaging another couple, and they are laughing and joking with him.
Was it all just an act, then?
When I stand up, I notice that Henri has left something behind.
It’s one of Victoire’s ear rings!
I never even saw him put it on the table next to me.
“You seem sad, Vic,” I say to her.
“Well, I sort of only really grew up with my father, so it’s not sadness. More the fact that we didn’t have a mother figure, Gracie and I,” she says.
Vic’s voice waivers for a moment.
“Why did you tell me this? You never open up to me?” I confront her, finally.
“Well, you asked a question, I figured at some point I should give you a real answer, so, there it is. A real answer,” she snaps.
Vic’s tone is snarky.
“Did I piss you off?” I ask automatically.
“No,” Vic shakes her head.
“I just don’t talk about her, all that often. I’d rather keep that chapter closed, for good. The past is of no use to me, I need to focus on the future,” Vic is suddenly sage and wise.
There’s more to her than she will tell me, but I want to prod her further, for more information.
Henri’s story sits on my mind.
“So why did you end working for Elizabeth, in I.S.A., I mean,” I ask.
“I told you, Evan, I was in New York, unwilling to crawl back to my father with my tail in-between my legs. Grace let me live with her, I tried to make it as a model, and worked in a fish market, but I didn’t get in anywhere for college,” Vic rattles this off like it’s a perfected story.
I sometimes wonder if there’s more to it.
Maybe she’s just told the story too many times?
“I didn’t mean to drudge up the past,” I apologize to her.
“Don’t apologize, Evan, it’s unbecoming,” she reminds me.
Vic swallows hard.
“What? You can’t handle it? You can’t handle that I care about you enough to keep trying, and trying, and trying to make you realize how much you need me?” I lay all my cards out on the table.
Maybe I need to back off.
Henri lost his love, didn’t he?
Maybe he’s not the best role model, here, I think.
“Evan,” Vic looks down at her shoes.
Then, she walks away and stands on the patio, overlooking the ocean.
I follow her.
She’s not going to leave the conversation again.
“Vic, I want you to say that you honestly have no real feelings for me whatsoever and that you want nothing to do with me, you’re just here for fun. I want to hear you say it,” I say, brazen.
I stare right into her eyes, boring into her soul, and will her to just tell me the truth.
At this point, I’m unsure of where she stands.
But that’s not going to stop me.
“It’s just fun Ev,” she tells me instantly.
“Just fun?” I clarify.
“Just fun,” she repeats, annoyed.
“Why does Leigha bother you?” I ask her flatly.
“Because you want more from … this!” she says, waving her hands around us.
“Yet, you slept with her, and that’s why I don’t want more,” she replies.
Every word is crystal clear to me, Vic doesn’t trust me.
“Why don’t you trust me?” I pester her.
“Because of Leigha, I just told you that,” Vic bounces back at me.
“You don’t trust me because of that, or you’re jealous?” I try to get her to clarify.
“I already told you this, Evan. I just don’t trust you, okay?” Vic starts to get defensive.
I just can’t believe that she doesn’t trust me.
She came with me to Hawaii on a whim.
I dominate her daily.
How the fuck can she not trust me?
When Victoire walks away from me this time, I don’t follow.
I’ve got a better idea.
Vic is in her room with a book, and the door closed.
Apparently, she’s mad at me, but she didn’t see me grab Grace’s number from her phone.
I have no idea where Grace is, so I'm hoping to just leave a message for Grace to call me.
Instead, I get Grace in under three rings.
“Vicky is that you? Did you lose your phone?” Grace’s bubbly voice answers.
“It’s Evan, I’m your sister’s… well actually-” I start to explain that I don’t know what Vic and I are to each other.
“You’re Evan!” Grace declares.
“I’ve heard of you,” her tone is suddenly devious.
“Out of all the men in New York, no one could possibly impress my sister, except for a Stone,” Grace laughs.
I laugh.
“Oh really? What has she said?” I try to prod further.
“Well, not much, but she’s mentioned you enough for it to make me wonder. Are you her boyfriend or what, Stone? Inquiring minds want to know over here,” Gracie laughs.
“Even I don’t know, honestly,” I say, trying to laugh it off.
I can hear Grace’s mind whirring.
“Listen, I need a favor though,” I tell her.
She pauses for a moment, before answering.
“What’s the favor? It depends because we’re in Japan, we haven’t decided if we’re going to come home or not yet, but we’ll know by tomorrow, right Isaac?” Grace says.
I hear her fiancé reply, but it’s unintelligible to me.
“Why don’t you two come to Hawaii?” I suggest.
“Hawaii?” Grace asks confused.
“Spend the holidays with your sister, and we can get to know your fiancé. I’ll cover everything,” I offer automatically.
“Hold on,” Grace says, and I hear them speak in the background.
“Well,” she says, as she gets back on the phone, “How can we say no to that offer?”
“Great, I’ll set everything up and text you when to be at the airport. Where are you flying out of?” I ask
“Tokyo,” Grace answers with a giggle.
“Alright, I’ll call. I can’t wait to meet you, Grace,” I say.
She laughs and hangs up.
Then, I make a call to my Travel Agent, give her instructions, and let my master plan fall into place.
Vic will have to trust me now.
8
Victoire
December 26, 2017
Evan won’t stop with his phone as we have lunch on the terrace of our suite.
He checks it every couple of minutes until it rings.
“Hi Dad, yes, Merry Christmas. Yeah, sorry I didn’t call, I forgot,” Evan laughs into the phone before he puts it on speaker.
“Say hi, Vic,” he tells me jovially.
“Hi, Noah,” I try to keep my voice light.
“Victoire, Evan, Merry Christmas! Tinsley and I have some news,” Noah sounds deliriously happy.
“You’re finally engaged?” Evan and I ask in unison.
Evan grins at me, and I can’t help but return his smile.
“Yes!” Tinsley squeals into the phone.
“So, hurry up and come home! So we can celebrate!” she tells us both.
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�Congratulations, finally!” Evan bellows.
“Congratulations!” I repeat with a laugh.
Evan takes the phone off speaker and wishes them both a belated Merry Christmas again before he hangs up.
“I knew they were going to get engaged,” he tells me in a matter-of-fact voice.
“Really?” I ask.
“My dad told me as much,” Evan explains.
“Weren’t they engaged already?” I ask.
“Yeah but, you know, Connor, and then crazy Olivia, both of them attempted to kill my father and then-” Evan cuts himself off.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
The color has drained from my face.
“What do you mean they tried to kill him? Really?” I ask as I clutch the table.
Oh! My God!!
“I guess I shouldn’t really tell you this, but when everything happened with Connor, Tinsley caught the whole thing on tape. Connor admitted that he and Olivia had something to do with the fire,” Evan reports.
“No,” I protest.
“Seriously?” I ask.
“Seriously,” Evan nods soberly.
“It’s wild, isn’t it? Can you believe they did that?” he asks.
“I actually can’t- that’s insane!” I tell Evan.
My attempt to keep my voice level fails, I’m just in shock they went that far.
“Olivia fled to England, or so my dad believes, that’s why we couldn’t take his jet. Lucius and Aidan went to England to see what they could find out before Olivia disappears entirely, but I don’t think my dad has heard anything,” Evan offers further information.
“So, she was working with-” I pause.
“Elizabeth? Who was supposed to be in jail,” Evan confirms.
“What is she doing out of prison?” I ask stunned.
“A brain tumor, or so they believed, and Lauren was in on everything the whole time-” Evan continues to explain, but my mind has gone blank.
Jesus Christ.
“Are you okay?” Evan’s voice jogs me back into the present.
“I’m fine,” I tell him.
“Just a little… I don’t even know what to say, this is like a soap opera. Who’s going to betray who next, you know?” I ask.
“Right?” Evan almost laughs.
“I know I shouldn’t laugh, but fuck, my mother likes to drag everyone else into all her bullshit. I used to really like my Aunt Lauren, and then it turns out she’s involved with all these messy bits and pieces of my mother’s plans. She’s always got something up her sleeve. I thought that once my mother was in jail, that would be the end of it,” Evan admits.
“But there’s never an end to anything with her,” he scowls.
He stews there, for a moment, and my heart breaks for him.
“Would a blow job make you feel better?” I offer.
“Do it, and-” Evan commands.
We’re out on the open patio, anyone could walk by on the beach and see, but I don’t care.
Being in public is such a turn on.
I’m already under the table, with his cock in my hand before he can fully finish his demand.
“Vic,” he growls.
I slide the tip of his cock between my mouth.
On my hands and knees, his thick shaft slides in and out of my mouth.
I pause to suck on the tip, swirling my tongue around the head and then I fully swallow his shaft, sucking it deep into my throat full force.
Evan’s hands creep into my hair as he grabs hold of the strands roughly and forces me to take even more of his cock.
I am bottomed out, his balls under my chin, his meat filling my mouth and slamming the back of my throat.
I love how he takes control, how the his cock hits my throat with every hard, brutal thrust, cramming into my mouth.
I am soaked, my pussy is throbbing and on fire, and Evan’s working me causes me to moan.
This sets up vibrations along his cock, and he gets rougher with me, as I let out a long, languid moan.
The intensity drives Evan over the edge, and his cock pulses into my mouth.
I can feel it as it oozes and spurts inside.
The head swells and contracts, his cum flowing copiously into me.
I suck down every drop of his seed, then lick the shaft clean.
I suckle it, as it goes flaccid, purring with delight.
Evan breathes heavily to gain his bearings.
I know what I do to him; it’s always apparent.
“Jesus!” Evan exclaims.
I look up at him from between his legs.
“Morning,” I smirk.
“Morning,” he growls.
Then, I find myself kissing Evan’s lips as he pulls me up and into his lap.
Fierce, needy and hot kisses make me forget whatever it was I was about to say.
Evan’s lips go from mine, to my neck, and collarbone, and then he bites and sucks at my skin.
I don’t care if he leaves marks, and I return the favor with fervor.
It’s natural to press my lips against his neck, take his skin between my teeth and bite him hard.
Evan loves it, he growls and picks me up, and I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist.
“Where are you taking me!” I yell in that sassy voice.
Evan doesn’t answer.
Instead, he takes me to the kitchen, deposits me on the floor and forcibly bends me over the counter before he pulls my bikini bottoms down.
“Oh!” I gasp.
Evan’s fingers are between my slick pussy lips without hesitation.
I burn for his touch.
I grip the edge of the counter to brace myself as he fingers me insensate.
His rapidly moving fingers make me squirt, the juices soaking his hand, running down my legs, and pooling on the floor.
Evan doesn’t stop.
And, I don’t want him to…
Evan knows every move, down pat, he knows how to edge me towards orgasm, and then make me dive deep into one delicious orgasm after another.
That is precisely what he does, as he slides his thumb along my clit, his fingers still inside me, penetrating me.
My legs begin to shake.
“Oh, my God!” I scream.
The sensation just overwhelms me as I grip the counter, every single inch of my body on fire as the wave crashes over me and the relief of the tension is gone.
It’s like a bolt of lightning.
Before I can recover, Evan’s cock is buried deep inside me.
“Master…” I whine out of breath.
“God, you’re wet, princess,” he mutters.
He pauses to let me adjust, my swollen pussy practically begging for more of him as he flexes his cock inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so big!” I pant.
Evan bends over my body, his dick sinking into me and he places a single kiss on my neck.
“Who fills you like I do?” he demands.
“No one!” I say desperately.
“No one’s ever-” I must pause as he pulls his cock out slightly before he rams it back into me.
I gasp for breath!
“Oh, God! Evan! No one fills me like you. Please!” I beg him.
My voice is twisted with lust and desperation.
Evan starts to pound away at my throbbing, wet pussy.
Pressed between his gorgeous body and the counter, I am simply at his mercy.
I am his, to do whatever he wants to me.
I can’t fathom being anyone else’s but his.
He can take from me everything I have.
And, I would willingly give it…
“Fuck!” Evan growls.
His hands grip my hips so tightly, I moan louder than ever before.
I don’t care if he leaves bruises, I want him to mark me as his.
“Evan!” I scream his name.
His grunts and groans join my gasps and whines as I beg for more.
I moan his name repeatedly, an
d Evan drives into me harder every time until my pussy clenches on his cock and my entire body writhes with an orgasm that’s blinds me.
“Evan! Evan! Evan!” my scream is long, loud, and full of pleasure as I cum.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear him call my name, and then his hot seed spills inside me.
Evan’s massive member twitches and pulses until every bit of his cum drips inside me.
“Holy shit!” he gasps.
I lay on the counter, a shaky mess.
I feel like the womanliest woman in the history of ever.
“That was…” I didn’t have words for it.
The sex just kept getting better.
I had no idea.
“Let’s clean you up,” Evan says, his voice relaxed.
He pulls my bikini bottoms back up and leads me into the shower where we strip each other down under the steaming spray nozzles.
Idly I think about how much I love the rain, and I love rain showers.
There’s something about the water that makes me feel pure and clean; as if I’ve never been hurt before.
Not by anyone.
Not by my father, my ex, or anyone else.
“Are we still zip-lining today, or do you want to do something else?” Evan jogs me out of thought.
He takes the soap and lathers it before he begins to wash my body.
The foam feels delicious against my raw skin.
“Sure,” I say in a dreamy voice.
I’m pretty sure I’m in sub-space right now.
He takes care to run his hands along every curve of my body: my ass, my breasts, and everything in-between.
Especially the in-between places.
Evan’s hands on me are all I suddenly crave.
There’s a realization that hits as I run my soapy hands over Evan’s body in return: I really do not want to lose this man.
He is impossible, selfish, and he drives me insane!
But, he challenges me, he stands up to me, and he isn’t afraid to say what he wants.
Somehow, we manage to complement each other.
I’ve never had that before, never let myself feel anything before.
When I worked for Isa, I was numb.
I married a man I didn’t love to help my father.
And now?
This just isn’t any of the above.
It’s entirely different.
This time it’s me who kisses Evan, who automatically wraps me up in his arms as we lose ourselves in a kiss that’s something else.
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