I set us down, with nary a bump.
We disembark, and the agent takes a picture of us.
I shake hands with him, and we all walk to our limo.
The others are still talking excitedly about the flight.
My mind is deep in thought as we arrive back to the resort.
“So, we’re going to have the ceremony at sunset at the Cliff House, the flowers and the champagne toast has been arranged. We had to pay an extra fee because it was last minute, but everything is all set,” Vic rattles off details.
Grace and I find her in her room going through her suitcase.
“Here,” she says, and tosses a couple of white clothing items at her sister, “Try those on, and if nothing works, then we’ll figure something out, I can always next day order something for you,” Vic adds.
“Grace, give us a second,” I say.
Grace scurries out of the room so fast she slams the door by accident.
“What?” Vic asks.
“Are you going to ask me why I didn’t tell you about my father? Did you already figure out I worked for Isa to help him?” she adds, with tears in her eyes.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask gently.
Then, I bend my knees to get close beside her.
“I don’t know,” Victoire admits to me.
“Maybe I was ashamed, or maybe I thought you would think less of me for living half my life to save my father’s, who threw it all away anyway,” she adds.
“You’re admirable, for all that you’ve done for him, and I don’t think any less of you. You know I would’ve helped you in the blink of an eye, if you’d asked,” I tell her.
“Why would I ask?” she sounds angry.
“Why would I ask you to help me with something that has nothing to do with you?” Vic sobs.
“Come here,” I tell her.
Then, we’re both on the floor, and Victoire is in my arms; sobs wrack her frame, and for the first time, she finds comfort in me.
I let her cry it out, let her sob and scream, and then try to hit me until I’ve got both her arms in my hands.
“Listen,” I tell her in a serious voice, “I am not going anywhere, not because of your dad, or anything else, okay?”
I’m determined to keep this woman in my life.
Then, Vic leans in to kiss me, her lips hover over mine, and an intense wave of heat takes over, a sudden desire to show her what she needs from me, not what she wants.
“I should check on Grace,” she says abruptly.
Vic is out of my arms and out of my room before she can say another word.
One thing is obvious: I love her.
I love her enough to see past whatever crap she puts herself through.
10
Victoire
December 26, 2017
When I enter Grace’s room, she’s slid into one of my favorite dresses.
It’s a little white number, with straps on the back until it dips low, just above her ass.
It’s perfect for her.
“That looks great,” I tell my sister before I pick a flower from a vase and stick it in her hair.
“You think?” Grace asks nervously.
“You’re stunning,” I respond.
“I really don’t think Isaac is going to care, about whether or not you’re wearing white or a paper sack,” I add.
Grace laughs and then tears up a little bit.
“He really wouldn’t, he loves me that much,” Grace says as she wipes a tear away.
She looks at me thoughtfully.
“What is it, between you and Evan? You’ve mentioned him for months, and he is so clearly in love with you Vic, what holds you back? He doesn’t care about dad,” Grace explains my situation as though it’s all so easy.
I don’t answer.
“He does love you, Vicky, I can see the way he is with you, it’s pretty obvious. I know you guys have that dominant and submissive agreement, but there’s more to it. You want a commitment from him, don’t you?” Grace persists.
“I don’t have time for-” I start.
“Stop your attempts to fix Daddy!” she exclaims.
“Let it go, let him fix his own mistakes, and focus on you for once, you deserve it!” Grace tells me.
“Yeah but, he’s the only parent I have. I won’t abandon him,” I tell her seriously.
“What matters is that I have a father, and he needs my help, and I’m not going to stop,” I add.
“Daddy needs you to help him in only one way: stop. Every time you help him, he ends up in trouble again, and you know that’s the truth Victoire,” Grace is serious.
“No, I don’t,” I argue back.
“We’re family, we stick together, remember?” I ask.
“Family sticks together,” Grace says, nodding her head in agreement with me.
“But sometimes, Vic, you have to let them fall and pick themselves up again,” she says sadly.
“You can’t use dad as an excuse to avoid your, obvious might I add, feelings for Evan,” Grace tells me point blank.
Grace is right.
I am probably in love with Evan.
Our agreement is just that, an agreement.
But, I want to let him claim me as his.
I go to his room to try to tell him exactly what is going on, but he’s already in the shower to get ready for bed.
I strip off my dress and join him in the shower, in nothing but a thong.
“Hi,” I whisper.
Evan presses me against the wall of the shower, both hands on either side of me so I can’t escape, even if I want to.
He kisses me.
It is a fantastic, deep, slow kiss that makes me melt into him.
It’s that kiss, again.
The kiss that makes me weak, vulnerable, and insecure.
I need to hang onto his arms, grip his firm muscles tightly to remain upright.
Without a word, Evan sweeps me up in his arms, walks out of the shower, and deposits me softly on the bed before I can say a word.
He slides off my thong, and there’s a nervousness I can’t explain.
I’ve slept with Evan so often I’ve never been nervous.
But now I am.
This could mean something.
That’s not a hallucination because when Evan lays beside me on the bed, and our lips touch, magic happens, and I curl my fingers around his hair.
Evan works my clit with his finger; back and forth he rubs my sensitive nub as our kisses intensify, and I grip his cock.
Evan deepens the kiss, and his tongue in my mouth sets my body alight with a new kind of urge.
I don’t recognize it, but I don’t fight it.
Instead, I wrap my arms around Evan’s neck, and he moves between my legs to guide his engorged member inside me.
I watch his face, his eyes on mine, as I take all his length.
His lips open slightly, his eyelids flutter closed, and then I can’t see anything as my eyes shut from the sheer pleasure of Evan filling me up with his cock.
When I open my eyes again, all I can think about is how deep he is, and the way his eyes are focused on mine.
Slowly, he pulls his thick shaft out and slides it back in.
Then again, and again until I pull him down against me, into a kiss that goes on forever as we move against each other.
I’m so wet, and Evan is deeper than he’s ever been before, I’m so sensitive I feel like every single inch of his gorgeous cock is going to set me off.
The first orgasm takes me by surprise, and I cling to him, my muscles clench around his cock, and he deepens the kiss.
Evan continuously penetrates me and prolongs the orgasm.
Then he keeps going.
I’m already a shaky, mess of a woman in his arms, and more will only make we want him more than I already do.
As though Evan senses this, he continues to fuck me.
Only this isn’t fucking, it’s slow, sensual thrusts, that ma
ke my whole body shake as he works me over with his cock.
“Evan,” I breathe his name.
He buries his face in my neck and bites into the skin.
“Evan!” I call his name again.
The second wave of orgasm washes over Evan and he begins to pump my body harder with his rock-hard dick, filling my emptiness up with what it craves.
“Victoire!” Evan grunts.
I’m so close to orgasm again all I can do is quiver and writhe underneath him.
“Evan… I’m… I’m…”
But I can’t finish my sentence because an orgasm so powerful it makes me scream his name rocks me to my core.
It is a loud, passionate scream.
“You’re mine,” Evan growls.
“Yours!” I cry, as his cock slides into me, over and over.
“Say it!” Evan demands.
“Yours!” I moan his name in response.
I don’t know left from right as my body pulses with pleasure.
“What do you want!” he demands in a husky voice.
“Please cum inside me, please!” I beg.
“Mine,” he growls.
Then, Evan’s hot load spurts inside me with one final grunt.
Evan needs to catch his breath as he rolls over, but he pulls me into his arms regardless.
His rough kiss is what I need, to ground me, to keep the wheels in my head from turning any further.
I need to stop thinking about what this means, right now.
Evan’s teeth sink into the skin just under my neck, and I bite my lip.
“Ev,” I whisper.
“Hm? Vic?” the way he says my name lingers in my ears.
That’s what makes it clear that something about this was entirely different.
Shit.
December 27, 2017
We’ve had a rule, no sleepovers.
That was my rule.
Evan was against it, and after the one time he slept over and left before I was awake, I made it clear sleepovers were off limits.
That’s why when I first wake up I’m met with a wave of confusion.
It’s hard to recall the last time I slept so soundly before, as I wipe the blurriness of sleep from my eyes.
Evan’s grip on my waist tightens as he shifts.
“What?” I say through a yawn.
Evan mumbles something into my neck, then his lips press against my skin, and a fizz of excitement shoots through my body.
“Ev?” I mumble.
“Of course, it’s me,” he whispers into my ear.
“Why, did you sleep with someone else last night?” he jokes.
The laugh that escapes my lips is a real one.
I haven’t laughed like this in so long, I can’t contain the laughter that follows.
“What’s so funny?” Evan asks his lips against my skin again.
“I don’t know,” I say, in a dreamlike trance.
“I really don’t,” I add with more laughter.
I get a good look at Evan now, as I twist my head to say something else.
His eyes are this incredible shade of blue that’s almost too light, with flecks of darker blue around his iris.
My hand runs along the stubble on his aristocratic jawline, and I wonder how a man so perfect for me could ever exist.
He’s on my level, and he’s not afraid to challenge me whenever I fight back.
Who else would do that for me?
Then, of course, there’s the way he just focuses on me, whenever there are other people in the room, I can tell when his eyes are on me.
Evan’s gaze is the same now, I’m the only one that exists, and the world proceeds to fall away.
The emotion in the air is thick enough that I need him again.
I tug Evan on top of me, and we quickly fall into a rhythm.
When he enters me slowly, I realize this is what making love truly feels like.
11
Noah
December 26, 2017
Victoire and I rarely break new barriers.
But, sleeping together, and that kind of intense, sweaty, passionate sex is something new.
No dominant and submissive elements in play.
Just raw emotion, and the two of us.
She’s never let me make love to her before.
I’m not entirely sure what changed, but I think it has something to do with the truth about her father.
Now I’m determined to remove the last barrier between us.
Whatever I need to do, to prove to her that I’ve got her back.
That there is no one else.
I’ll do it.
Even if that means paying off her dad’s gambling debt.
She doesn’t need to ask, I’m just going to act on instinct.
We’re having lunch on our private terrace, all four of us.
“We still need wedding rings,” Grace tells Isaac.
“Shit, we do!” Isaac nods.
“There’s a Harry Winston here somewhere I’m pretty sure,” Vic is already on top of it.
“Oh!” Grace exclaims.
“You think?” she asks.
“Duh,” Vic answers.
“Let’s go then,” Isaac agrees.
I’ve only been to Harry Winston a hand full of times to buy something for Vic, but I know she prefers Mouawad or Chopard.
Our foursome is instantly greeted at the door by the clerks.
Since I added my name to Vic’s appointment we get first-class service.
This includes roses for the girls and a bottle of champagne for the lucky couple.
“Please have a seat,” the Specialist regards Grace and Isaac
They oblige, and Victoire wanders around the store, champagne in hand.
“I think I bought you that necklace,” I tell her.
Her gaze is focused on the case in front of her.
“I think you did, but I can’t remember,” she says.
Right in front of one of the Specialists too.
The look of horror on his face is priceless!
How dare we forget a piece purchased from their prestigious store!
Vic smirks at me.
“I think I’d much prefer something from Mouawad,” Vic declares.
“Are you engaged?” she asks.
“Yes,” I tell her.
My arm lingers around Victoire’s waist.
“But she hasn’t been able to find a ring she adores enough for me to buy, as yet,” I add.
“Well, we have quite the selection, perhaps you would care to take a look?” the Specialist, Amy, asks.
“Oh, why not?” Vic is indifferent.
“We’ve been to Chopard already, Mouawad can wait,” she says to me.
I snicker in my head.
Amy is now determined to find Victoire an engagement ring that suits her tastes.
She leads us right to a collection of rings that, very clearly, outshine anything I’ve seen.
“These are from our high collection,” Amy announces with a flourish.
“You won’t find these pieces anywhere else,” she adds.
“I think I’ve seen that one before,” Vic points to an enormously large ring with a pink diamond.
“Yes, I believe so,” I agree with her.
“Please, try it on,” Amy says.
Then, she holds out the ring to me.
I slide it on Vic’s finger as her face flushes.
Then, a look of pure delight lights it up.
“The center is a 6-carat, fancy intense pink diamond. The gold double-claw prongs, of course, enhance the innate beauty of the diamond,” Amy recites.
“I’m not sure how I feel about the trapezoids on the side,” Vic says, referring to the side diamonds.
Amy looks as though Vic is crazy.
“It’s quite cute,” I assert.
Amy looks miserable, to be honest.
I’m under the impression that nothing will impress Vic, but as she steps away to look at
the diamond in the light, I can see she truly adores the ring.
When we return to Amy, Vic hands her back the ring.
“I think I need something colorless,” Vic tortures her, with a voice full of disdain.
“Of course, darling,” I nod to her request.
Vic has Amy run all over the store in several attempts to impress her, but Vic barely cracks a smile.
“I think your mind is on the other ring, the fancy intense pink diamond,” Amy declares.
“Maybe,” Vic agrees with her.
“Evan, we’ll have to see what Mouawad has before I decide,” Vic’s voice is so crisp.
I love how naughty she is.
The visual in my head, of fucking her ass mercilessly against one of the glass cases, is a thing of beauty.
“Ev, your boner is obvious,” Vic whispers.
“So?” I ask.
Vic just shakes her head as we walk away from Amy, clearly embarrassed.
Grace bounds up to us, with a brand-new engagement ring on her finger.
“Can you believe it! It’s even my size!” Grace exclaims.
Vic inspects the diamond and declares it beautiful and perfect for Grace.
Isaac simply smiles.
He must come from money, because we nod to each other in that way.
Whatever our women want, they get.
“God that ring was amazing!” Victoire exclaims to Grace.
She’s talking about the vivid fancy-whatever pink ring, then she says something about claw-prongs in gold.
I have no idea what they’re on about.
“So how long have you and Vic been together?” Isaac asks.
“A while,” I respond, keeping my answer vague.
“Are you guys actually engaged? Or just playing around with the sales people?” Isaac jokes.
“Fucking with them completely!” I laugh conspiratorially.
“I did buy Vic a pair of earrings, to have a necklace she may or may not have,” I add.
Then, I glance back, and Vic’s earrings throw off all kinds of color in the sunlight.
“Grace did mention you guys were pretty complex,” Isaac prods.
I glance at him.
He’s doing this reluctantly and looking a bit uncomfortable.
Probably because Grace asked him.
“You can tell Grace that her sister is the problem here,” I tell him straight up.
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