Billionaire Saga; becoming his substitute bride

Reflections

Chapter 3

Alex

Putting on a light green bikini top that seemed to compliment her light skin, while still holding up her perky breasts perfectly. Her messy brown hair and Her smeared chilli red shade of lipstick giving off an oddly sexy and intriguing appeal.

“seems you are in bad mood,” she pointed out, taking slow steps towards me, “I can help cheer you up, that is if you let me,” she whispered in my ears, tracing circles on my shoulders.

“can you make a bad dream disappear?”

“I can try,” she smiled, biting her lower lip.

“you are cheating,” Eric's voice clouded my senses as Elisa's face flashed through my mind.

Fuck! Why is she haunting me? I grimaced, my libido going from a hundred to zero in a matter of seconds.

"i am craving for a twice the fun,” I express, “hope you don't mind?”

“Your wish is my command,”

***

Leading the way to one of the chalets for let in the club, the both girls trailing behind me, practically staggering and unable to place their foot correctly.

“Come join us,” the brunette smiled, sitting at the edge of the bed, tugging at her bikini top.

“You guys get started, I will stand by and watch,”

Watching as the brunette climbed on to the Blondie's body, trailing kisses from her neck to her belly, pausing occasionally to give me a dirty look. Using her teeth, she tugged at the waistline of her shorts, pulling them down with her teeth

“You sure you don't want to join us?” The Blondie inquired, her voice Almost breatheless, as bruntee flicked her tongue over her c**t, eliciting a mild moan from her.

“yeah, I am enjoying the front row seat,” I smirked, watching the up and down heaves from her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

Brunette moved with grace, her hands cupping Blondie's breasts as she worked on her c**t, while still kneading her breasts.

“My turn,” brunette declared, lifting her head, her mouth coated in Blondie's juice, as she hovered over Blondie the sight before me enough to make my d**k twitch in excitement.

Surely touching jerking up by myself isn't considered cheating is it?

Hold up, why am I concerned about cheating in the first place?

“Ouu, you are finally about to join the fun,” brunette beamed, as unbuttoned my trouser letting it fall down to my ankles.

“I was worried, we weren't doing a good enough job,” Blondie chimed, taking brunette's n****e in her mouth.

Ignoring their words, I let my hands run over my full length, enjoying each and every shudder that came from it.

Once again her face flashed in my mind again, causing my d**k to harden to it's full length.

Fuck, I shouldn't be getting hard to the thoughts of her,’ I cursed, moving my hands over length, increasing the pace as my climax inched closer.

‘Arggh’ I groaned, shooting c*m shots across the room.

At least, this isn't considered cheating.

***

Elisa.

Family ties are overrated.

***

Sitting up in my bed, staring at my phone, not risking even a slight blink of the eye.

I know it is too much for me to hope for, too much for me to expect any form messages from my supposed family members.

It is too much to hope that my phone will beep with a message from them, inquiring about my whereabouts… asking if I was okay.

Too f*****g much to hope.

They never even inquired about me for fifteen years, why should they now?

The sound of the birds chirping in the distance.

“Is there perhaps a garden within? I would love to visit it,” I mused to myself, dragging my legs to the bathroom, letting the water run over my body.

My memory flashing back to fifteen years ago,

'mom believe me i am perfectly fine,’ I cried, desperate for her to hear me out. The psychiatrist was standing in the corner, his hands in his lab coat, as he stared at me, his eyes filled with something I could not decipher.

'its best you are taken away,’ she declared, pushing me away her, ‘Your mental issues are getting worse by the day,’

'i am not crazy mom, believe me,” the tears I have been struggling to hold flow freely from my eyes, as the psychiatrist worker dragged me away and walking towards the ambulance that was parked outside.

'i am not your mother, she is dead,’ she said, not sparing me another glance before walking inside. I could see Mandy peeking at me from the window, making funny faces at me.

“Don't bother holding them back in,” I console myself, working on my body with the latter from the soap, letting the tears run freely from by eyes.

I barely stepped out from the bathroom, when I heard the buzzing of my phone on the table,

“Who would it be?” I grimaced, walking towards the dressing table, before glancing at the caller ID. A warm smile creeping on my lips as I spotted who it was.

“Hi cia,” I beam, wedging the phone between my ear and shoulder, applying lotion over my body.

“Hi, chicka,” she squeals in response, causing my ears to tingle, “Where are you? You just left all of a sudden, without informing me?”

“Married,” I chuckle at my own words.

“What? how? why?” Her tone serious as though she was going to break out from the phone.

“I don't even know,” i sigh, putting down the lotion, and sitting on the bed, “I came home, boom I am being bulldozed to this house. Apparently my parents already had it all planned out.”

They always have it all planned out, including my death. I intentionally leave out the part where Mandy is pregnant with a hooligan's child. Nope saying it would be too much information for one call.

“What's with your parents anyway?” Her words coming off as a statement rather than a question.

“I can't place a finger on it yet,” I answer anyway

“Enough with the boring aspect now,” she declared, clearing her throat, “ now, Tell me?” She inquires, “ how is it like?”

“How is what,” I feign ignorance, batting my eyes as though she were here to see me.

“You know what I am talking about, Lisa,”

“Well there a lot of cooking to be done,” I trail off, “I am sure you hate those,” I tease, fiddling with a pen I found on the dressing table.

“Ughh, Lisa, don't piss me off girly,” she groans into the phone, “How's your husband like?” She presses, “ I can not believe I am saying that to you right now,”

“I can't say for sure yet,” I muse, “ we have barely spoken to each other. He seems sort of secluded.”

“So that means…”

“That means what?”

“You are yet to consumate the marriage then?” She blurts.

“Eww, and yes,” I nod, totally forgetting that it is a phone call, “ I am actually glad that he seems uninterested in me.”

"Then how are you going to give me gorgeous god kids?” She cries.

“Quit being dramatic,” I hiss, rolling my eyes to the roof.

“I can't help it,_ she chuckles.

'thud thud thud

the mild knocks came from the door. Loud enough to inform me that someone was at the door, but gentle enough to avoid disrupting my sleep. I think I need to take knocking lessons as well.

“Cia, there is a knock on the door,” I explain, walking over to the walk in closet, “ I guess I am needed for something,”

“Ugh, what a way to cut bonding time,”

“I promise to call you the minute I am done helping out,” I assure her, walking out a blue gown and laying it out on the bed.

“Is that a promise?*

“Pinky promise,” I declare, before ending the call.

“Who is that?” I inquire, clutching my towel tightly as I moved towards the door.

“It's Anita ma'am. The grandma’am is about to leave and she requests that I call you.” She express.

“Ohh I will be down in a second,” my hands lingering on the door knob, deciding whether or not it was a good idea to open the door.

“Okay ma'am,” she declared from the other end, followed by the sound of retreating Footsteps.

“Okay, I need to get dressed real quick,” letting the rich vanilla sense becloud my senses as I fall back on the extremely soft bed.

***

“Ohh my dear, you look like you barely got enough sleep. Tell me, do you miss your parents?” Nana stood at the center of the extremely large living, looking up at me as I descended from the stairs. Unlike yesterday, her grey hair isn't put up in a bun, rather it's flowing over body, styled in wavy curls. Asides the grey hair you can barely guess's her age, her face is full with an exception of a few wrinkles here and there.

“I haven't been away from them for this long,” I lie, casting my eyes down to avoid direct contact with her.

“It's such a shame, the media has never heard about a second daughter from the Davis family,”

“My dad is quite secretive,”

Biting my lips to prevent more lies from coming out.

Steve's warning echoing in my head.

I must not disgrace the family.