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LESLEY PERKINS’ POV
I sit in stacy’s living room as she spoke over the phone. She’s been talking with the braid guy for ages now. After what seemed like forever she hung up.
“Lesley you won’t believe what he did!” She squeals as she plump happily on the couch.
“He asked me out, he fuckin asked me out!” She squeal and hugged her phone. A huge smile spread on my face.
“For Pete’s sake stacy stop being dramatical!” I tweaked her ear playfully as I laugh.
“No Les, i’m not!. He’s such a genial person I couldn’t ask for more.” She squeals again. I chuckle lowly, sincerely happy for her. I pray things work out between them, Stacy deserves the best. I glance at my watch and groan.
“I’ve got to roll. Eva is accompanying me to the spa. Gary says I need to look perfect for the Christmas party.
“Damn!, Gary is such a perfect guy. And you’re a lucky bitch Les. you just arrived New York and boom, Gary fell over heels in love with you.” I spank her butt playfully. She grins and walk me to the door. I stop at the door and face her.
“Stace, don’t know…. I don’t feel too good about this party. Asides the fact that Francis is gonna be around, I just have this overwhelming déjà vu.” I say dolefully. She scoffs.
“Oh c’mon Les cut the crap already. As long as Gary is involved, none can dare to harm you. It’s just your worked up imaginations okay. Now run along girl, don’t keep Eva waiting” She says with a time of finality.
I huff as she shoo me out carefully. I stepped out of her apartment and faced her. She held the door ajar, and I smoothen my hair.
“Stace, can’t you come for the party…. please?” I pout. she archs her brows
“C’mon along?, and spoil you and Gary’s fun, no way. And besides I have got a date you know. I can’t trade that with anything in the world.” Her phone dings and she stared at the caller. A smile spread across her face.
“And, he’s calling again. Have a great day Les.” She squealed and slam the door before I could reply. I sigh and make my way towards the lift. God help me.
I watch as a handful of cars drove into the mansion. Gosh!. They reeked of wealth. Different kinds of expensive cars. Ferrari, Bugatti, Lamborghini and the list went on and on. The afternoon sun shown on them and it made them dazzle the more.
It’s Christmas tomorrow and I don’t really feel good. Maybe it’s owing to the fact that I won’t spend the Christmas with her. I sniff as I shook off my thoughts. Hazel was at her bed, trying on her clothes.
“I would use this to welcome grandma and grandpa. I”ve missed them. I turn to face her and huff.
“You’ve said that thrice Hazel.” I blurt out in exasperation. She grins and picks up another expensive gown, she held it close to her small frame and stared at herself through the mirror, turning sideways.
“I would use this for dinner, It’s red and white, perfect for the occasion.” She drops it and pick another one.
“Oh my!, This I would wear it around the house. And maybe play chess with Uncle Francis. He’s so damn nice I couldn’t ask for a better uncle.” I cringe at the mere mention of his name. I always feel uneasy just at his mention of his name. She ambled to where I was and together we stare at the arriving guests.
“Oh em gee!, My Christmas Eve is gonna be great.” she squeals and went back to trying the dresses. A sad sigh escapes my lips, I do hope it is.
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It’s Christmas Eve. I’m sitting at the large dining table on the the fifth floor. . Gary’s mom is beside me. She looks pretty in the dress she wore. Gary directly across the table and Francis beside him. Hazel sat close to Gary’s father and the relatives occupies the rest of the chairs. Thankfully enough, table manners was strictly adhered to and apart from small talks, the dinner was taken in silence. Tried as much as I could, I couldn’t Ignore the fact that Francis was constantly smirking and staring at my chest. No thanks to Eva. Well, I had earlier stared in the mirror before coming down and I couldn’t even recognize my own self. I had sat close to an hour and the makeup artist had done the magic on my face. It paid off, cos Gary kept cleaning off my lip gloss with his lips at any slight chance he could get.
I’m certain I would sit for three hours tomorrow. They were a very warm family and if not for Francis pesky attitude, I would have felt totally relaxed around them. Thirty minutes later, we are done and we all moved to the sitting area. Gary’s mom chattered non-stop with me, and I enjoyed her company a great deal. Gary was having small talks with his dad and uncle as usual, and his aunts were talking with the maids and interior designers who were putting on Christmas decors around the mansion.
Francis…. was playing chess with Hazel. she seemed to like him a great deal. Mrs Gauthier excused herself and went to meet up with the rest of the aunts.
Tired, I made my way to the balcony and leaned on the railings, a glass of rosé in hand. I watched the fireworks going up in the sky, casting different colours. I used to be fascinated by it while I was a kid. And I and my sisters would watch it all night. I felt a presence behind me and smile as I inhale his cologne. He snaked his hand down my exposed thigh and caressed it. Sometimes I feel he orders short dresses for me on purpose. I bit my lip as his lips came in contact with the nape of my neck.
“Gary.” I say breathlessly, as tingles ran down my spine.
“Fuck!, I can’t resist you. not when you’re so damn sexy and beautiful.” He groans huskily. I turn around to face him. He looks breathakingly handsome today, and God knows I can’t resist his dark gazes. Suddenly the chattering in the room sounds distant. He cups my butt cheek and squeezed at it softly. I let out a silent sigh, and drew him close. My fingers dug into his hair as he leans in, crushing his lips hungrily against mine. A tiny gasp escaped my lips as his tongue teased mine. He grabbed my hair and tinted it backwards to let him more access, sucking on my lips wickedly. My knees were jelly beneath me at how dominating he was, leaving me breathless. Heat travels down my spine as he let go of my hair and disengaged slowly. I stare at him through glazed eyes.
“C’mon” He says and pull away. we walked out of the sitting room and took the lift for the ground floor. We make our way to the large fountain surrounded with tall blue glass. He place his palm on the walls and a device scanned it. The glass door slide opens and we step in. I look around in sheer awe.
This looks like a fairy’s home. It had glass roofings and the glass walls were tinted. The fountain was the statue of a mermaid. A large bed made of smooth white stones and padded with white sheets and small pillows dominates a side of the fountain. Flowers, mostly white were planted around it.
“it’s beautiful!” I gasp softly.
“I knew you’d love it.” Gary says as he faces me. I smile and gaze up at him. He stared back, darkly-intensely . His eyes said it all, he wants me. My breath shuddered at the raw lust in his eyes. I never thought this day would ever come. And now, I realized I’ve been anticipating this moment.
A second later, Gary pulls me so close to him my frame is crushed against his. He runs his hand through my hair and takes off the band holding it in place.
“I’m gonna make this night memorable.” He whispers against my ears. Gary cups the nape of my nape and resumes kissing me. Only this time it was more demanding. My stomach clenches as he reaches for the strap of my dress and slide it off my shoulders. It slipped down my body till I’m clad in only my flimsy panty. Oh God remind me to always wear a booby trap!.
“Gary!…” I whispered huskily. His eyes roam over my half nude figure as he takes off his shirt. I gulp at his hard plane of muscled chest. I could feel my own dampness as he snakes his arms around my waist and pulls me up. I wrap my legs round his torso and crash my lips against his.
He let out a deep throated groan and slowly made his way to the bed not breaking the kiss. He lay me down gently on the bed and hovered above me. I suck in my already swollen lips. Fear crossed my features and he notices it.
“I’m gonna be easy.” He smirks, that smirk I had come to fall for. He dipped his head and clamped his mouth over one hardened nipple. I gasp as he stroked my nub with his tongue. Oh God!, Oh God!. I bite back the moans I badly wanna let out. I’m a wet mess. His hand the other swell of my b reast and he squeezed at it gently enough to let out a silent moan. He tug at my n¡pple as his tongue lashed out wickedly on the other.
I dig my fingers into his hair as his to tongue slid down my skin, wicked– teasing.
“Oh God!..” I moan out helplessly. I do hope the walls are sound proofed. I tug at his hair helplessly as he worked his mouth down my bare skin. Gently sliding my panties down his dark eyes roam down my entrance. I squirm at his open show of lust. Holding my thighs in place he lowers his head between my upraised legs and I let out a short gasp as his warm tongue slids over my my wet entrance. I shut my eyes and grabbed the sheets for support. Gary slids his tongue slowly over my mound. My whole body shiver in sheer ecstasy and I’m moaning out profanities. His tongue wickedly lashed at my quivering mound until my knees goes week. I reached out for him and plea with my eyes. I wanted more, I wanted all of it. Never had s e x been made so beautiful. He groans out in reply and hovers above me again. Gary slips a pillow under my back as my hands travel down his muscled frame. He gets rid of his boxer briefs and I shudder at the sheer manliness of him. He was bigger than I imagined. My nerves throbbed achingly. He parts my thigh and pins my arm down either side of me. I bite down my lips as I feel his hardened bulge against my entrance. I gulp nothing as he thrusts in slowly. Throwing my head against the pillow, I arch my back as my walls stretch to welcome him.
“You’re so fuckin tight brunnie!” He growls against my ear. My stomach clenches as he buries his length to the hilt. He pulls then thrust in slowly. He shuts off my loan with his lips as he thrust in and out of me, my walls pulsating and my knees a weak mess underneath him.
I’m moaning out profanities.
I look outside the glass walls and I make out a few snow drops. I might not have lived the perfect life, but as I feel him inside of me, with snow falling around the glass walls and fireworks casting colours above the glass roofs, I feel a inner sense of peace, one I have never experienced before, and maybe, just maybe, life was worth living after all…
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