The Unfaithful Fiancée

The Weight of being Promiscuous

‘Demand for nickel has been rising over the years and our industries depend on every bit of nickel that comes from the mines in Vritra. They have the best there,’ Oviaan said. Luca nodded and took another drag on his cigar. They were first cousins and also collaborators in major business projects for the Elias group. Oviaan did the acquisitions and Luca looked after the legal side.

‘Vehicle technology has improved through the use of nickel metal hydride batteries. Thanks to Marshal Vritra for the exclusive mining contract with us. That will root out our competitors for the manufacture of hybrid cars,’ Luca said and looked at the other diners. The pub was crowded today.

‘In many ways, nickel is a metal of advanced societies. And Marshal knows how heavily we depend on the minerals that come from his mines. The old bastard has been acting up for some time now,’ Oviaan said and gulped down his whiskey. He was frustrated. He was annoyed.

‘But we’ve got the exclusive mining rights,’ Luca said and shrugged. The contract was legally binding.

‘It ends in two months and the old man has been absconding after his last call with father a week ago,’ Oviaan said. He was furious with the games Marshal Elias was playing.

‘What does he want? We will pay his price, although I personally think we are paying more than the base price fixed by EU,’ Luca said. He personally didn’t like Marshal Vritra and his son. Jackson was an asshole.

‘Me,’ Oviaan said.

‘What do you mean?’ Luca said. No, it wasn’t possible. How could anyone ask for Oviaan? It was like asking for death sentence.

‘He wants me to marry his daughter,’ Oviaan said distastefully.

‘You are not serious,’ Luca said. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. This wasn’t the sixteenth century. Such ridiculous arrangements didn’t happen in the twenty-first century.

‘I am very serious and so is father. To save his business interest, father can sacrifice anyone including me. However, I am working on it,’ Oviaan said thoughtfully.

‘What’s the plan?’ Luca asked.

‘Make her run for her own life,’ Oviaan said with a laugh. Luca looked at his cousin curiously.

You plan to be the paymaster? I don’t think that’s the right thing to do,’ Luca said. That got him worried.

Oviaan laughed. He looked good when he laughed with his head thrown back. The dark skin of his neck looked ominous against the white shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. Oviaan was a big man. He was tall. Broad and muscular.

‘I don’t need to hire a contract killer to make Miss Geneliya Vritra run. I will make her refuse this ridiculous alliance,’ Oviaan said. The more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

‘You plan to meet her?’ Luca asked. He was surprised.

‘Are you nuts? No, I don’t plan to meet her. I made it very clear to father that if I am forced to marry Marshal’s daughter, I will only see her on the day of the wedding and not before that,’ Oviaan said.

‘Correct me if I am wrong. You plan to scare her on the day of the wedding so she turns into Julia Roberts of The Runaway Bride?’ Luca said. It would be hilarious to see Marshal and Alex chase Geneliya galloping away on a horse.

‘If she were the younger Julia Roberts, I would have probably considered marrying her. No, that’s not the idea. I had hoped that if I refuse to see Miss Vritra, Marshal will drop the idea of this alliance,’ Oviaan said. He finished the drink and signaled the bartender to refill the glass.

‘Did he?’ Luca asked. The entire situation was preposterous.

‘No, the bastard didn’t. In fact, to my surprise, he told father that he approves of such conservative values,’ Oviaan said. He was speechless when father said that to him.

‘The old man has lost his head,’ Luca said.

‘However, Marshal messaged me two days ago that I should call Geneliya when I can find time,’ he said.

‘I get it now. You plan to give her a piece of your mind,’ Luca said. Oviaan was dreaded for his terrible temper.

‘That won’t work, Luca. I am sure she has no say in this plan like the way I don’t. We are probably sailing in the same boat. No, that’s not the plan. Geneliya is a teenager and she spent the last two years at the finishing school in Switzerland. She is definitely not a virgin. I plan to tell her that I am expecting a virgin in my marriage bed but she shouldn’t expect the same out of me. I will also tell her that the rest of her life is going to be a living hell being wife and mother to my children,’ Oviaan said. This could scare any girl miles away from the altar.

‘Wow, what if she takes you on and consents to be the mother of your kids,’ Luca said and laughed at the clouds that gathered in Oviaan dark green eyes. He was surely the devil incarnate.

‘If a matured and experienced woman like Georgia writhes and whimpers when I am inside her, do you think the Vritra girl in braces and pink ribbons in her hair will be able to take me to the hilt? I bed women with p*****s that match my size and hunger, not little girls,’ Oviaan said and looked into his watch. Vittoria was waiting in the hotel suite. It had been a long week without s*x.

‘I hope you sort out the situation like the way you do in business. I need to leave. There is one legal contract I need to look at. You will need it when you are in Austin next week for the takeover of PXT Energy. I am looking forward to the clean energy revolution on our Island. However, let me worry about the terms and conditions. You have a great night with Vittoria. I am sure she fits you well,’ Luca said which made Oviaan laugh loudly. Women turned to look at the tall man. He was lithe and muscular. And very sexy.

When Oviaan opened the door of the suite, he knew she was there. He could smell her perfume that would linger on him in a while. ‘You’re late,’ Vittoria said. She was naked and waiting. When she bent to snuff her cigarette out in the ashtray on the bedside table, the bedsheet covering her torso slipped to reveal her cosmetically enhanced breasts. The pink n*****s were heavy and big. But they did nothing to him.

‘Come, to bed darling,’ Vittoria said and patted the silk beside her.

Oviaan leaned against the bar leisurely and smiled strangely. ‘Let’s do it differently,’ he said and loosened the top button of his shirt. He was going to make the most of the six months he had to himself. He didn’t know what the future would hold for him.

Vittoria didn’t not look very happy. ‘I am tired Oviaan, come to bed and let’s finish this,’ she said.

‘If you’re tired, you can always leave. Claire called some time ago to ask if I was free,’ he said and pulled out his phone.

‘Claire cannot give you what I can. And you misunderstood me,’ Vittoria said and pushed back the cover. She was slender and very proud of her body but Oviaan found such women bony and unappetizing. Their bodies did not have adequate flesh he could hold when they rode him.

She slid her legs out of the bed and walked towards him. The overhead lights shone on the blond hair that fell on her shoulders like silk curtain and on the lighter blond hair in the middle of her legs. She was one of the women who could take his p***s completely inside her. He fitted in her tunnel with ease. And she was good in bed. But it was always s*x with his women. He never smooched them. He never had the urge to do that.

Then she stood in front of him and went straight for his crotch. Her fingers caressed the black fabric that hid the bulge. She closed her fingers on the sleeping mount and rubbed her naked body on him. He remained still. And his crotch too. In frustration, she kneeled in front of him and pulled the zip of his pants down. Then she bent and licked the undies that covered his p***s. She laughed when the powerful length trembled. She licked more until he started to harden.

‘So, you want it this way tonight?’ Vittoria said and stood in front of him. She unbuttoned his trousers and drew them down slowly. She could smell his powerful manhood that was jutting out through the black silk of his undies. Oviaan remained standing in the same position.

‘Are you not going to move an inch now? she asked and held the undies from the waist and pulled them down. She gasped in delight when his p***s sprang out in all its glorious length.

‘That’s the plan. You do all the work tonight,’ he said which made her laugh. Her laughter was so shallow Oviaan thought as he stood only in his shirt. His trousers and undies were pooled around his feet.

Then Vittoria kneeled again and took him in her mouth. He was huge and thick. Oviaan held her head by the hair and started pushing and pulling in a rhythm that forced a moan out of Vittoria. Oviaan threw his head back and moved more forcefully until she begged for mercy.

‘Please Oviaan, I need you inside me. Let’s go to bed,’ she whimpered. Oviaan laughed. He loved it when women begged him for s*x.

‘Not the bed, I want you to ride me this very moment,’ Oviaan said and lifted her so that he could push his p***s inside her. She whimpered as the length found its way into her wet flesh. She was warm but loose around him.

Once he was completely inside her, he stilled and patted her small bottom.

‘Ride me Vittoria till hell breaks loose,’ Oviaan said and removed his hands from her bottom. Then he rested against the wall and locked his arms behind his head.

Vittoria looked at Oviaan. He looked like Apollo. She hated Oviaan when he did this to her. But he was a generous lover and she didn’t mind a few hours doing this to him if it made her vault richer.

She moved out and in. She rode him slow because she wanted Oviaan to lose control and take her to bed but he had no such plans. He just remained rock hard and frozen like a statue. Vittoria couldn’t bear it anymore and held Oviaan’s tight bums to give him the hottest ride he ever had. She rode him hard and fast. She moaned and groaned but he still didn’t come. Then she wrapped her legs around him and slapped her hips against him as fiercely as she could. It was the hardest f**k she ever gave and the best too. And after ages, he came. When he came, he jerked endlessly inside her. She hoped the condom hadn't broken with this kind of s*x. Once he was completely spent, she moaned over him.

Fake. It was all fake. Oviaan had always known.

At dawn, Oviaan booked a cab to take her home. She was so exhausted that she didn’t bother to change once she was in her apartment and fell into the bed like stone. Her v****a and hips ached after hours of s*x with Oviaan. He was insatiable. However, the money that Oviaan stuffed in her bag was worth everything.

Being promiscuous is a choice - Kama