The Moreau Estates

by Danielle James

  Fuck my life.

  I opened the door before he could knock. The look in his brown eyes was one I’d seen many times growing up. He wanted to bite my head off.

  “Kristabella Lucas. What the hell is your problem? Have you lost your mind being disrespectful to your uncle like that? He asked you for a simple thing and you flew off the handle.” Each word he spoke made him look stormy.

  “He was being ridiculous! Did he fail to mention that? He came in here shoving his phone in my face and demanding stuff from me. He was rude.” I folded my arms and stood my ground even though my father made me want to shrink. His six-two frame eclipsed mine and he never missed a day in the gym so his muscles scared me. They were the only muscles I ran away from.

  “He’s an adult. You’re a child,” he pointed out.

  “I’m seventeen!” I squeaked, losing confidence with each passing second.

  “You’re a child!” He boomed. “You will apologize to him first thing in the morning.”

  “Fine.” My lips poked out in a defeated pout. Before he turned to leave my room, I called out to him. He paused and looked at me, his eyes softer now. “Where is Marica? I came home today and some new girl was cleaning.”

  “Well, if you’d come home from school on time this week, you’d know your mother had to hire a new housekeeper. Marcia’s Visa is expiring soon and she wanted to go home. She hasn’t seen her son in twelve years. So, her niece, Nadia will be working for us now.”

  “She seemed pretty comfortable calling you by your first name,” I said.

  “Goodnight, Krissy.” He closed the door with a thud and I fell over on my bed. Even though I was pissed at him, Uncle Colton still traipsed through my mind. He was such an asshole and it was all so sudden.

  But…fuck him.

  And those perfect abs, white teeth, and seafoam green eyes.

  Still…my hand found its way between my thighs and I rubbed one out while I thought about him. Stupid fucking hormones.

  **

  The next morning, I rushed around like crazy getting ready for school because my alarm didn’t go off. I almost crashed into Uncle Colton in the kitchen. He was actually drinking coffee and not beer or liquor. Shocker.

  “I think you owe me an apology,” he grunted over his mug.

  “Ugh. Whatever. Sorry,” I muttered. I grabbed a bagel then rushed to the front door.

  “Where are you going?” He chuckled, following me.

  “Where do you think I’m going?” I looked down at my uniform and held my hands out. He was going to make me even later.

  “Sometimes, I think you’re too smart for your own good. It’s Saturday.” He shook his head and walked away leaving me speechless.

  Was it really Saturday?

  I looked at my phone and sure enough, it was Saturday. Shit. I could have still been asleep instead of standing in the foyer in my Aspen Grove uniform like a complete asshole.

  I headed back to the kitchen and dropped my book bag on the floor. “All that money for private school and you’re still just as ditzy as any other teenager,” Colton laughed.

  “Shut up. You act like you’ve never made a mistake before. I know for a fact you have. It’s all you do,” I smirked.

  “I’m really tired of your goddamn mouth. Don’t make me regret this trip.”

  “I’m not making you regret anything.” I turned to leave before I said something else to get me in trouble.

  The rest of the day, I went back and forth with Uncle Colton. We bickered like we hated each other whenever my parents weren’t around. I couldn’t wait for him to leave. He’d take the eye candy away but it was better than the headache he left behind.

  **

  On Monday, I stumbled down to the kitchen in an old, faded Disney Princesses sleep shirt I’d owned since middle school. It barely covered my ass but what did? At least I had on panties. Everyone in the house should have been grateful because I hated clothes.

  As usual, Dad was at work and Uncle Colton was sitting at the island taking up space. “Do you ever do anything besides look at your phone? I bet the last book you read was Dr. Suess.”

  “I was having such a nice morning until you showed up. Don’t you have an overpriced school to go to?”

  “It’s a teacher work day. I don’t have to go to school,” I quipped, making myself coffee.

  “So you rushed out of here on Saturday thinking you had school but you remember that school is out on a Monday? You sure college is the right choice for you?” His snide remark was one too many for me. I slammed my hands down on the counter and glared at him.

  “What the hell is your problem? You’ve been a dick all week. The only time you were nice to me was the first day you got here. You never used to hate me before.”

  His shoulders drooped a bit and his stare turned gentle. “I don’t hate you, Kris.”

  “Could have fooled me. This week you’ve been acting like an asshole and I didn’t even do anything to you.”

  In a burst of energy that I couldn’t have predicted, he pushed to his feet and stormed over to me. I couldn’t tell what poured off of him but it emanated in thick waves. Was it anger? “Why are you so goddamn mad at me?” I asked, staring him down. He moved closer to me until our middles touched then he pressed me against the fridge.

  “Because…you fucking grew up, Krissy.”

  “What?” I whispered. He was too close and the thought of sex made me dizzy.

  “You. Grew. Up. I’m used to getting updates on little Krissy from Joel. I’m used to picturing you with two braids and a smile on your face. You were so short and scrawny. I show up years later and you’re shaped like a fucking stallion. You’re running around the house in skimpy clothes and you’re making my dick hard.”

  He let me know how hard he was when he pressed his solid mass against me. His erection stabbed into my stomach and I moaned. He hadn’t even done anything to me and I fucking moaned.

  “It pisses me off knowing I can’t touch you because Joel is like my brother. It pisses me off hearing you call me uncle.”

  My heart thumped fiercely in my chest. The tension between us was at its peak and I thought I would combust if I didn’t feel his lips on me. If I didn’t feel his strong hands gripping me. “What do you want me to call you?” I asked. My voice was throaty and full of pure lust.

  “Call me Colton. Call me Colt. Anything but uncle.” He slid his hands along my curves and I bit my bottom lip. “Fuck, Krissy. You’re so goddamn hot.”

  “So are you,” I admitted. Scarlet found the apples of my cheeks. My body arched toward him without my consent and he hooked his arm around my waist.

  “I am so fucked up for this…” He leaned down and ghosted his lips over mine at first then he went in for the kill. I screamed with desire on the inside. Our lips fused together while he pulled my panties down and found my clit with his fingers.

  “Shit,” I moaned, shuddering against him. The way he touched me was so much better than the way I touched myself.

  “You are so fucking wet.” We crashed into another hungry kiss and I fucked his fingers until I came fast and hard. “This will be our little secret, okay?” Colton whispered in my ear right before he spun me around. He spoke a prayer in Spanish beneath his breath before he plunged his cock into my slick cunt.

  “Oh my god, Colton!” I squealed. I didn’t know if my parents were in the house and I didn’t care. It was so stupid but the only thing guiding me right then was carnal need.

  “That’s right, Krissy. Call my fucking name,” he growled.

  I did too. I called his name over and over until I thought I’d have laryngitis when we were done.

  “Shit, I’m about to cum,” he groaned. Without warning, he pulled out and I felt a splash of warmth coat my ass. “Fuck.” He slapped his still stiff dick against me and I sighed. I didn’t cum but I’d finish myself off later on. Colton felt so damn good that I didn’t even care at the moment.

  He tossed a paper towel a
t me and I wiped my ass off then looked at him, hungry for more. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got off. It was like he could sense it. He pulled me close and kissed my neck, leaving his bite marks as he went down to my shoulders.

  I didn’t know where my parents were and after the third time Colton and I fucked, I didn’t care. I still had the burning need to climax but when my father finally called and told me he was on the way home, I knew I had to get Colton out of there. Yes, he was staying with us but we were the only ones in the house and the hickeys on my neck were fresh.

  I had just enough time to send a SOS to Riri and have her cover for me with my father. She came through like a fucking champ too. I wouldn’t ever be able to repay her for the way she helped me dodge the bullet when Dad saw the hickeys on my shoulders. Luckily for me, she had her own hickeys from Clermont and my father left my room thinking Zuri and I were making out.

  It was better than him knowing the truth.

  **

  MATTHEW

  Sneaking around with Eve was the worst kind of addiction. I knew it was stupid but I still couldn’t stop. Every night that Ray stayed late at work or went to be early, I slid my dick inside of his wife.

  I was supposed to stop fucking her in their home. I was supposed to tell her we had to meet outside of the Moreau Estates but I’d become addicted to the adrenaline rush and the thrill. The only downside was seeing Eve make things more serious than they were. Keeping her possessive tendencies at bay was hard. She thought I belonged to her.

  “Wilmore, I need to speak with you in my office,” Palmer stood in the doorway of my classroom and stared at me with a stern expression. My paranoid mind began racing immediately.

  “What’s going on, Principal Palmer?” I asked, trying to sound as laid back as possible. In reality, I prayed I’d still have a job when I came out of his office.

  “I need to interview you for the investigation into Clermont.” I let a bit of pent-up air from my lungs. I could handle that. Palmer was trying to nail Roman to the wall for fucking Zuri. If I had anything to do with it, that wouldn’t happen. I was going to vouch for my friend.

  “I’ll be there in a few moments,” I told him with a nod. I sent out emails to a few parents and briefly wondered where Krissy was. She hadn’t been staying after to help with papers and I actually missed her presence. Besides, she did all the shit I hated doing.

  After the last email was sent, I turned off my monitor and headed toward the door. I didn’t even get down the hall before Eve was texting me.

  Eve: You haven’t called. Are you still coming?

  Me: I’ll be there. I have work stuff to take care of.

  Eve: Work? Yeah. Sure.

  I didn’t respond. I could feel ice in her tone through the text message. I refused to deal with it. I’d put Eve in her place enough times for her to know what it meant when I gave her the cold shoulder.

  I knocked on Palmer’s door and he told me to come on in. I stared at Eve’s picture on his desk letting my mind linger on how good her pussy felt wrapped around my cock. I could hear her soft, airy moans and smell her perfume.

  I blinked a few times, washing the images from my mind and clasped my hands together in my lap. “What can I do for you, Palmer?”

  He glanced down at papers on his desk and then up at me. His round face told the tale of a tough life. I still couldn’t grasp why a woman as beautiful and intelligent as Eve was with someone like Ray Palmer. “I have a few things for you to sign first, then we’ll continue,” he said pushing papers toward me.

  I nodded and grabbed a pen from the cup on his desk. I signed my name on the dotted line stating I was aware the questions being asked were a part of an internal investigation and could be used as evidence should the matter need to be brought in front of the teacher’s union. I laid the pen down and locked eyes with my boss.

  Bring on the bullshit.

  “Thank you, Matthew. Now, I’d like to know if you’ve witnessed anything inappropriate between Roman Clermont and Zuri Okolo.”

  Why yes, Principal Palmer. I nearly walked in on his face in her pussy a week ago.

  “No, sir. Nothing beyond the usual student-teacher relationship.” He knew I was full of shit. I don’t even know why I was a choice when they decided to pick staff to interview.

  Rome was a good guy that fell for a girl at the wrong time. He was also my friend. I wasn’t going to snitch on him and get him fired. It didn’t matter what Palmer tried to do to make me crack.

  “You’ve never walked to the Monarch Room and noticed the door being locked?”

  “Nope. I barge in there all the time. He tutors her. That’s it. Am I free to go?” I sighed, sliding my fingers through my hair. Ray examined me for a few more moments and it made me uneasy but I’d never show it.

  I wondered if he had a hunch his wife was cheating on him. I wondered if he knew it was with me. After the first night I fucked Eve in their foyer, I made sure not to park in the driveway again. Instead, I parked in the security staff lot and walked over since their house was the very first one in the Moreau Estates.

  Palmer must have held major clout for Eve to have the guards wrapped around her little finger the way she did. I never questioned it because I was only there for the pussy. That’s what I kept telling myself.

  “I still have a few more questions,” he cleared his throat and continued. I stifled my groan and slid backward in my chair. I wasn’t leaving for a while.

  I sat in his office for another thirty minutes while he asked me every possible thing he could think of about Roman and Zuri. I still didn’t crack and I wasn’t going to. Before I left to go fuck his wife, I made sure to tell him that I thought Rome was an amazing art teacher and that he should keep his job.

  On the way to the Moreau Estates, I tried to find a shred of remorse or guilt for screwing a married woman. I kept coming up empty-handed. Maybe that made me a monster but I didn’t care. You couldn’t destroy a relationship that wasn’t already fraying at the seams.

  Besides, it was clear to me that I wasn’t Eve’s first rodeo. She had everything timed so perfectly and she knew exactly where to go in the house so that her husband never interfered even if he was only feet away. I didn’t pry but I knew I was her latest craving. Something about her still kept drawing me in.

  I sat in my parked car for a while before walking up to Palmer’s residence. Did I like Eve beyond a fling? I had to figure that shit out before I got caught up and made a fool out of myself.

  When I got to the towering double doors, it wasn’t one of the butlers that greeted me. It was Eve herself. Her gray gaze shot beams of death at me and I was glad looks couldn’t kill. “You’re so fucking late, Matthew,” she seethed.

  I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited for her to stop fussing before I walked in. “Well, don’t you have anything to say? I sat in the house missing you for hours while you were allegedly working.” Her tone turned accusatory and it made my eyes narrow.

  “I told you I had shit to do at work and that’s what I meant.” I grabbed her slender wrists and pinned them above her head, making her gasp. “You need to turn your attitude all the fucking way down.”

  “You know I get a little crazy when I need you, Matthew.” She swallowed and flattened her back against the wall. “I hate when you talk to me like that.” She pouted and I honed in on her silky plum colored lips.

  “How am I talking to you, Eve? Like you belong to someone else?” I quizzed. My free hand slid between her thighs and I felt the heat radiating from her pussy. Her words may have said she hated the way I spoke to her, but her body told a different tale.

  “Like you hate me,” she frowned.

  “I don’t know how I feel about you,” I confessed against her throat. My lips kissed a trail from her collarbones to her mouth. I sucked on her bottom lip and pinched her clit, making her moan for me.

  “Well, I know how I feel about you,” she said after her tremors subsided. We stared at each other, panti
ng with no words being spoken. I was afraid to pursue her thoughts any further but I did.

  “How do you feel about me, Geneviève?” I inched her pants down and turned her around to face the wall. She pushed her ass back against my hard dick and I groaned. This woman made me lose all logic. I couldn’t tell if that was good or bad. I was leaning toward bad though.

  “I care about you more than I should, Matthew,” she moaned while I pushed into her wetness.

  Fuck.

  I knew she would say that shit. That’s why I spun her around. I didn’t want to look into those eyes when she said she cared about me. Her eyes were hypnotic and they drew me in each time she spoke.

  I slammed into her and she let out a slow groan before throwing her ass against my strokes. “You don’t care about me, do you?” She asked while I buried myself inside of her. I didn’t know what the hell to say.

  A part of me did care but I refused to let myself get too deep with a married woman. It was stupid. We were fucking in her husband’s house for god’s sake. Instead of answering her question at the most inopportune time, I put my hand over her mouth and fucked her until I was ready to cum.

  I pulled out and before I could say a thing, Even dropped to her knees to take it all in her mouth. I erupted once I looked into her eyes. “Fuck…” I groaned, stretching the word out. I shut my eyes and exhaled trying to calm my thumping heart.

  In a moment ripe with awkward silence, I pulled my pants up and headed further into the house. “Matthew, can we talk?” Eve scrambled after me while I continued toward her reading room. I crashed on the couch and rested my elbows on my knees.

  “What is there to talk about, Eve? Should we talk about how I just left my job where your husband is my boss, came to his house and fucked his wife in his foyer?” Eve’s eyes turned icy as she shot to her feet.

  “Every time you come over here you talk about this house as if it’s Raymond’s!” Her voice exploded and I drew my head back. I didn’t handle being yelled at very well. I was combative and Eve was already tap-dancing on my fucking nerves.