20: My Problems
1473 Words
Eve
From that same brothel, I heard he always had to f**k a dozen whores per night because not one alone could survive his stamina. The night he f****d me to stupor I could have died of cardiac arrest or something.
“f**k…”
He groaned as I swallowed his entire length all the way to his balls.
“Silly girl, do you want to eat it?”
He remarked, jerking my head back as he came right on my face. For the first time, I licked some of his c*m off my face and ended up swallowing it, savouring the sour taste.
“Hey, who taught you how to give a blowjob like this?”
He pulled me up to stand, his hands wrapped around me in an embrace.
I chuckled against his chest as a fond memory came to mind.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Ohh, so it was somebody.”
The clear change in his tone was a f*****g turn-on.
“Get on the bed. I’ll be f*****g myself on you from the top.”
One thing about me, words are just ceremony for how my actions will play out. I wormed my way out of his embrace, shoved him hard onto the bed, then straddled his hips with my thighs as I slowly grinded on him.
“Mathew.”
“The f*****g Mayor—”
I slapped a hand over his lips. “Respect my late husband, dear uncle…”
I withdrew my hand to pinch his nipples...minor punishments here and there. He deserved worse. Something harsher so he would feel it, feel the headache he put me through with his absence.
If he had been here, I wouldn’t have had to marry the mayor to satisfy my father’s wishes. If he had been here, he wouldn’t have missed the chance I prepared to tell him about Grace…
If he had been here… f**k, I wouldn’t be this miserable. But here I am, f*****g the same man who feels nothing but lust for me.
“Answer me this… Did you ever love him?”
He wound his hand around my waist, guiding my hips as I bounced on his c**k in a steady rhythm. “Ahhh yeahh,” I moaned, excitement flowing throughout my body.
“I learnt to love him. All of him.”
The night didn’t last long... Flavian ruined it. One minute I was riding him, and the next he was pushing me off him. This audacity was chilling.
He draped on his robe, grabbed a bottle of champagne and a glass, then went out to the balcony to smoke and drink.
Is this man kidding me? No, I’m kidding myself…
I found another robe to wear and joined him at the balcony, pausing a few steps behind to admire his back, he was clouded by smoke that smelled of tobacco and cinnamon.
A box of robustos was laid out on the central short-legged glass table. I slipped one out, cut the tip with the V-cutter, and placed it between my lips.
I stood next to him with a stiff expression. Naturally, he lit the end of the cigar for me... while glaring, of course.
“If you miss him, why do you want to marry Percy? Don’t marry Percy.”
It sounded more like an order than a request. Should he even be requesting that?
I exhaled a cloud of smoke, turning away from his intense gaze. That was a rumor and I wasn't eager to clarify it to him.
“You never asked if I missed him. I never said I did. I’ll marry whoever I choose.”
Like I said before, the affairs of the Waldorf family are the affairs of the EC. Any prominent member of the family had to seek approval for marriage from the EC. They approved of me and Percy... because of our parents.
I know that in Flavian’s case, the EC had arranged his first and third marriages, the first one, political and the third one an alliance. His second marriage was considered illegitimate, so he was forced to divorce her… Or was he? That was what I heard, but Flavian was not a man to succumb to pressure.
“Then choose me.”
“I can choose you, but unfortunately, uncle, you’ve already been chosen, three times.”
I didn’t need to emphasize it. I simply whistled out another cloud of smoke.
“Don’t go through with the engagement. I promise you, you’ll regret it.”
He sounded dire, but I still shook my head stubbornly.
“Your wife loves you. I don’t…”
And that was the truth.
The only thing that felt real about the moment right now was the beautiful scenery below, purple-colored pool, palm trees, and stars reflected on the pool’s surface. The night was dark with half a moon in sight, but it didn't feel like the full moon would have improved the scenery anyway. Everything looked so vividly aesthetic.
“I don’t love any of my wives. If I did, I wouldn’t have married them. I just can't find myself loving... anyone.”
He speaks as if he hadn’t put Jennifer, Ruth, Layla and Hannah under 24/7 EC security protection. He cared enough to, so nothing could happens to them, otherwise war would be the order of the day.
“Leave your wife. Be with me. Love me, Ian… Is it a curse to love you?”
I tilted my neck toward him, raising a brow.
“Like you said, my wife loves me. You see how miserable she is… I want you to be just as miserable so please love me.”
“Offer declined,” I smirked, tapping the cigar butt until the flaked ash blew away with the wind.
"There's so such option open to decline. You'll love me and you'll regret it" That mischievous smirk was back, thinning his lips.
“Remind me how you came to find out about my brother’s affair.”
My eyes wavered in the slightest as I stared at him.
Her diary... or rather, her journal. I don’t know why she had one, but she did. She documented meaningful event...
“ I suppose you figured that out from your mother’s journal.”
“Journal? You spied on my mother too? What, you had an affair with her?”
“Accusations. I know things I shouldn’t. Her secretary has a parrot mouth.”
He exhaled smoke as he spoke, shoulders high, meanwhile I was tensed up right now. Like how much does he know?... But then on a second thought
I chuckled, the amusement clear in my eyes. He knows everything and everyone… except Grace. A pity, because I ruined that all-knowing reputation. A pity he doesn’t realize it yet, but I do.
“To be frank, I have questions, uncle, but I’m afraid this is a time for action.”
“You are worried about your position. If there’s any advice I’ve got for you: don’t marry the robot prince.”
“I’ll take what I asked for. I never asked for your opinion or advice.”
I took the glass from him and emptied it in one go.
I saw fury in his eyes. His hand abruptly clamped my arm, shoving me closer until our torsos were glued together. “You’ll take whatever I give you.”
It didn’t sound like a question, but I still wanted to decline verbally, that was when he forced his dry lips on mine, imposing a harsh kiss.
DING. DING.
A ring came from the door.
I bit harder on his lower lip until it bled. I meant to bite his tongue, but his lips were the easier target. “We could have been together, but you chose to leave me..."
Did I have to emphasize on the fact it's been over eight years since he left me? Since I got used to his absence?
I took a drag from the cigar just to exhale a thick cloud of smoke through my nostrils onto his face, tilting my head to gaze at him, clearer.
DING DING.
Again, the door.
“Silly girl, I let you live. I let your daddy sleep well at night knowing you’re free of me. You were just a naive girl.”
I admit I didn’t know better then. Even now, I can’t find the right name for whatever is going on between us.
“I was. But you… You could have—”
DING DING.
“Go open the f*****g door already.” I pushed out of his chest and embrace.
“Just know, uncle, that this never happened. It did not happen. Let’s leave it at that.”
I tossed the wasted cigar butt into the ashtray and walked away from him, from my problems.
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