Chapter 63
Tessy’s POV
He got up immediately after he saw her saying, “I didn’t know you were around, I heard her scream that’s why I rushed to her.” he didn’t even give me a chance to say something he just took over the show.
Eddy’s mom rushed to me checking if I was okay just exactly what my mother would do.
“It’s just a nightmare, I will be fine.” I explained.
“I guess you must be tired as well from the hospital stress, why don’t you help me take her to her room,” She said to her brother who nodded.
I was happy because she just allowed my dream to come true.
Anthony helped me up to my room and when he was in, I was forced to lock the door and pushed him to the bed saying, “I know you miss me.”
Before he could say a word I forced myself to kiss him with my hands doing a lot of wonder around his dick.
The way he turned me over the bed shows he desires me a lot so why has he been holding back?
He traced his finger through my neck down to my breast and slowly slid his way through my panties, a moan escaped my mouth but he covered them with his second hand saying, “Shhh.”
I was all wet and wanted him to f**k me immediately, I need it right now, I know just a sex with him, everything between us will return to normal.
“You can’t make a sound.” He said to me and took his hands off my mouth, I agreed even if I knew my mouth was going to betray me at the end. He brought out his napkin and placed it into my mouth to stop me from screaming as he lifted my dress to get access to my entrance. Immediately he was in. I moaned but it wasn’t that audible because of what was in my mouth.
“I told you it was over but you still came around, doesn’t my nephew f**k you well?” he said hitting me so hard from behind, it was a dream come true to me and an adventure I never thought I was going to experience in a lifestyle. I didn’t want him to stop, I just want him to keep on hitting me non-stop till he makes me get my multiple cum.
After the sex, he walked to the bathroom and cleaned up himself, I walked to him saying, “Are we back now?” I expected him to say something but instead, he said, “My sister will be waiting for me.”
“Come on, I know you want me alone, why are you just being a dick? I will never marry your nephew, you know it.”
“But I saw you two kiss!” He said and later added, “Just ignore what I said.”
“Wait a minute, are you jealous? Wow!!! I never knew, this simply means one thing, you are in love with me.” I added and he just walked away.
I bite my lips knowing it’s not a one-sided love story, it’s between the both of us. What can I do to make him come out of his shell? This is going to be a great adventure I must say.
A few moments later, when I was already cleaning up and properly arranging the bed, Eddy came in and hugged me from behind saying, “Hey love! How are you feeling?”
“I feel better, it seems you just returned?” I asked gently escaping his arms
“Yes I did but work was stressful, have you had anything yet?”
“Not yet!”
“Okay, I will inform Racheal to fix us something to eat then.” He left the room and I stepped out just to get a glimpse of Anthony. I saw him with his sister talking and drinking from a bottle of wine. Immediately he saw me, and he looked so confused, I guess I have a strong influence on him, I winked at him and let out a smile, he tried to avoid my eyes but that’s what we call mission impossible. I finally left that spot before Eddy’s mom took note of what was going on.
*
I settled into the garden chair beside Mrs. Wilson, surrounded by vibrant flowers that seemed to match her radiant energy.
“Tessy, dear, I’m so excited to share my birthday plans with you,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
I leaned in, intrigued. “I want to hear everything!”
Mrs. Wilson grinned mischievously. “I’ve hired a live Latin band, and we’ll have champagne and a black-tie affair. And, I’ve always wanted to learn salsa dancing!”
I laughed. “You’re going all out!”
As we chatted, I realized Mrs. Wilson’s youthful spirit and zest for life were contagious.
We strolled to the outdoor pastry area, where three stunning cakes awaited.
“Which one do you think would be the perfect centerpiece?” Mrs. Wilson asked.
I hesitated, then suggested, “The classic vanilla. It’s elegant and timeless.”
Mrs. Wilson beamed. “I agree! And for the party favors?”
We brainstormed ideas personalized candles, monogrammed napkins, and customized photo frames.
As we finished discussing the party details, Mrs. Wilson stood up, smoothing her elegant ivory dress with a subtle floral pattern. The afternoon sunlight danced across her face, highlighting her radiant complexion.
“Shall we review the cake and outfit options?” she suggested, her voice infused with excitement. “The event planner should be waiting for us.”
I nodded, following her lead as we strolled through the beautifully manicured garden. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, adding to the festive atmosphere.
We arrived at the outdoor pastry area, where three stunning cakes awaited our scrutiny. Mrs. Wilson examined each one, ensuring perfection. Her eyes sparkled as she delicately lifted the veil covering each masterpiece.
“Which one do you think?” she asked, seeking my opinion.
I hesitated, then pointed to the classic vanilla cake adorned with intricate gold leaf. “That one’s timeless elegance will complement your party’s luxury theme.”
Mrs. Wilson beamed. “I agree! And now, let’s see my outfit.”
We proceeded to the fashion studio, where a stunning red Versace gown hung on a mannequin. The fitted, floor-length design shimmered in the light, accentuating Mrs. Wilson’s impeccable taste.
“Wow, you’ll look breathtaking,” I said, imagining her gliding across the dance floor.
Mrs. Wilson smiled, her eyes shining with anticipation. “Thank you, dear. I want to make a statement.”
Next, we met with the event planner, Sophia, who outlined the setup and timeline. Mrs. Wilson listened intently, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“Everything must be flawless,” she emphasized. “From the champagne fountain to the live band’s playlist.”
Sophia nodded, taking meticulous notes. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Wilson. We’ll exceed your expectations.”
As we wrapped up the details, Mrs. Wilson turned to me. “Thank you for your help, Tessy. You’re a wonderful assistant.”
I smiled, feeling valued and appreciated.
With the preparations underway, Mrs. Wilson’s 50th birthday party will be shaping up to be an unforgettable night a testament to her timeless elegance.
As we stepped out of the fashion studio, Mrs. Wilson’s expression transformed into a playful grin. “Tessy, I’m craving something sweet. Let’s get ice cream!”
I laughed. “Sure, that sounds like a great idea!”
We walked to a quaint ice cream store nearby, filled with the enticing aroma of freshly baked waffle cones. Mrs. Wilson ordered strawberry flavor, and I opted for vanilla.
As we savored our treats, Mrs. Wilson’s eyes sparkled. “Eddy told me you both agreed to set a wedding date after you finish your IT program.”
My smile faltered, discomfort creeping in. “Yeah…” I trailed off, unsure how to react.
Mrs. Wilson didn’t seem to notice my unease. “I’m thrilled! Eddy’s perfect for you.”
I nodded politely, murmuring, “Yet…” hoping to steer the conversation away from the sensitive topic.
Mrs. Wilson, oblivious to my discomfort, continued, “Speaking of perfect, let’s finalize the birthday party details. What do you think about hiring a photographer?”
Relieved to change subjects, I engaged in the conversation. “That’s a great idea! We should capture every moment.”
Mrs. Wilson beamed. “Exactly! And I want to send personalized invitations. What design do you suggest?”
As we delved into the party planning, my unease about the wedding discussion lingered, hidden beneath the surface.
As the driver pulled up to the estate, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. Mrs. Wilson’s energetic pace had been contagious, but now I was drained.
Eddy greeted me with a warm smile, opening the car door. “Hey, beautiful. Hope my mom didn’t stress you out today?”
I shook my head, smiling. “Not at all.”
“Silly son, don’t you know she is my daughter as well.”
“But she is my woman.” Eddy added as he hugged me, his lips brushing against my cheek. I felt a bit uncomfortable about it and there he was, Anthony watched us from afar and then returned in.
As we stepped into the foyer, Mrs. Wilson asked, “And where’s my brother, Anthony?”
Eddy replied, “He’s in his room, resting.”
Mrs. Wilson’s eyes sparkled with concern. “Will he be leaving tonight?”
Eddy smiled mischievously. “No, he won’t. I managed to convince him to spend the night with us, as usual.”
My heart skipped a beat. Anthony was staying overnight? I couldn’t explain why, but the thought filled me with a strange sense of comfort.
This is going to be another wild adventure for me.
Mrs. Wilson beamed. “Wonderful! I’ll make sure his favorite dessert is ready.”
Eddy helped his mother upstairs, immediately I told him I would be in my room.
I was forced to ask one of the maids which room was Anthony resting and she directed me, getting a glimpse of Anthony’s door, which was slightly ajar. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the evening ahead.
Later, as we settled in for the night, I couldn’t sleep because of Anthony’s presence in the room next door. I wanted him tonight, I was craving more of his touch, what do I do? I need him badly.
I stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water envelop me like a soothing hug. As I towel-dried my hair, I lavished on my favorite perfume, wanting to feel irresistible.
Slipping into a stunning crimson lingerie set, I wrapped myself in a plush robe, ensuring the tie was loose enough to tease. My heart racing with anticipation, I quietly left my room, careful not to disturb anyone.
Reaching Anthony’s door, I knocked softly, my knuckles barely grazing the wood. The door creaked open, revealing his chiseled features, illuminated by the dim nightlight. I walked in seductively and he locked the door. His eyes narrowed, his voice low and husky. “Tessy, what are you doing here? It’s late.”
I placed a finger on his lips, whispering, “Shhh.” My eyes locked onto his, the air thick with tension.
With a fluid motion, I dropped the robe, revealing the scarlet lingerie beneath. Anthony’s eyes widened, desire igniting in their depths. His gaze roamed my body, lingering on every curve.
“I want you to have me again,” I whispered, my voice trembling.
Anthony’s eyes locked onto mine, burning with longing. His hands reached out, drawing me closer.
TBC.