Chapter 5
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Vincent
I've been in Paris for a couple of days. Everything is going perfectly well.
I agree with the person my father chose to handle things here, although I still have to sort out a few things with him.
I'm in my father's office checking that he left everything in order when I hear my phone ring.
It's Dania.
"Dania," I say, still looking at the papers.
"Vince," she sounds distressed.
"I've tried calling you, but you don't answer," I raise my head.
"Yes, sorry Dania, I've been very busy. What did you want to talk about?"
I rubbed my forehead, having read documents for many hours.
"There's a new girl working at your house. The bold one shoved me out of your house."
Her indignation is notable. I frown; none of the women who work at home have done something like that.
"You must fire her. Very important people visit you, and she could offend them." I let out a heavy sigh, although in reality, no one visits me, but she's right. I can't allow that behavior in my house.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," I say, looking at the time to get ready to call Margot.
"Thanks for caring."
"You know you're very important to me," she says in a kind tone.
"I'll see you when I return."
"I can't wait," she replies.
I hang up and look for Margot's number. After three rings, she answers.
"Vince?"
"Nana, did the new girl you hired snub Dania?" I fiddle with my pen.
She clears her throat.
"My boy, a thousand apologies. I tried to fire her, but young Oliver ordered me not to." I narrow my eyes. Why would he do something like that?
"Ok, I'll talk to him." I hang up and call Oliver, already exasperated.
"Brother, what do I owe the honor of your call?" he asks, and I can sense his sarcasm.
"Why didn't you let Margot fire the new girl? Dania just told me she didn't act appropriately with her."
He sighs.
"You know Dania is a pain. She gave Darling a hard time, and the new girl defended her." I cover my face with my hand, thinking about these childish things. I have more important things to think about.
"You're the only one who can stand Dania."
"You know why," I say, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.
"Leave the girl. I liked her, and if she puts Dania in her place, I like her even more." I know he's laughing, and I don't know what to think about this girl. I know Dania can be difficult.
"Fine, if it happens again, I'll fire her."
"As you wish," he says mockingly.
I hang up the call and throw the phone on the desk.
I lean back in the chair, now I have a certain curiosity about this girl, how she risks her job to stand up for someone she barely knows.
***
Martina
The day after the last encounter, I go to the kitchen at the same time, but I don't see him arrive.
I feel a little disheartened. I know it's crazy what I'm doing; I don't even know why I'm doing this, but I like how he looks at me and smiles at me.
Besides, knowing that Tamara was wrong and that he was indeed interested in me makes me smile. I look around and sigh.
I sit at the kitchen table, drink some water, and stay a few more minutes looking at the door, but he doesn't come. I go to my room feeling a bit down.
Days go by, and I don't see him. He's stopped coming to our rendezvous. He must have left by now. At the very least, I should have kissed him, I think, frustrated.
Yes, I'd love my first kiss to be with him. I go to bed and sleep.
I spend the next day trying to find out about him without making it obvious. I know he hasn't left yet, but why hasn't he come to the mansion?
That night, I decide to try meeting him one last time. If he doesn't come, I'll stop trying. He probably found a woman of his caliber, some model and actress, beautiful, tall, and skinny.
In my room, I put on my usual shorts and top. I sneak out, making sure no one's around. I tiptoe to the kitchen, get there, and pour myself a glass of water.
This time, I left the kitchen lights dimmed. Time passes, and he doesn't come. I think about giving up and sigh. I look for something to serve myself ice cream from the high shelves in the kitchen.
Then I hear someone walking and stopping behind me. I smile; he's here. I turn around and look at him.
He's there, speechless, surprised, wearing black pajama pants. His skin invites me to touch him.
I timidly approach and touch his chest, looking into his green eyes fixed on me. I give him an innocent smile. He remains motionless.
I go to the kitchen table, sit on it, and from there, I take his hand and pull him towards me. He stands between my legs. I caress his strong arms, moving up to his shoulders, and his neck. I see his body shiver at my touch. I smile, noticing it. He hasn't stopped looking at me, his pupils dilated.
I slowly approach his lips and press mine to his. I can't let the opportunity pass, he tenses up, I kiss them one by one, and he starts to respond.
I kiss him slowly so he doesn't notice my inexperience. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him.
The kiss becomes more intense, I do what he does, his kiss tickles my stomach and deep within me. I caress his back, not wanting to let go.
He pulls away for a moment, looks at me, and we breathe anxiously while staring at each other. He kisses me again, and I gasp at what his delicious lips provoke in me.
When we part, I look at him, caress his face with both hands and smile. I can't believe I've kissed him. Without a doubt, it was the most incredible kiss. I don't want to kiss anyone else's lips. I look at them and caress them, he lets me, and I kiss him one last time.
"See you tomorrow," I give him a quick kiss, he sees I'm about to climb down, and he takes me in his arms and helps me touch the ground with my feet. I smile at him and leave.
He stays there in silence watching me. I can't stop smiling. I caress my lips as I reach my room, I lie down as I remember his lips on mine.
The next day, I don't see him during the day, it's just the staff working in the mansion.
I go up to Mr. Vincent's room and tidy it up. At night, I go out at the same time and wait for him on top of the table.
He arrives and comes over to kiss me. I put my hands on his shoulders, he presses me against him, and we can't stop enjoying each other's lips. We spend a while like that, until I leave a kiss on his lips and leave again, leaving him speechless.
A couple of days go by the same way, but I feel like I want more of him before he leaves. I want to be his. I know I can do it and if he leaves it will be easier for me not to think about something romantic with him. Although just with his kisses my heart beats like crazy, and I'm happy every time I see him.
I can't wait for the night to come to see him and knowing he arrives makes me understand that maybe he feels the same.
I shake my head to dispel those thoughts, I can't entangle my life, just one night and that's it.
The moon is at its fullest, and I get ready to go to the place that has become my favorite in this house.
I follow my usual routine until I see him arrive, just like every night, and I smile. He smiles back, which quickens my heartbeat.
He kisses me with passion, and I want more. He helps me off the table, and I take his hand, leading him to my room. He lets me lead him.
I open the door and look at him; he looks around and enters ahead of me. I lock the door behind us. I approach to kiss him, and he takes me by the waist, caressing my back under the top.
My skin tingles with anticipation. I make him sit and straddle his lap. All I can think about is being his.
In one motion, he lays me down on the bed and kisses me, caressing my legs, slowly moving up to my breasts and touching them. I moan, lost in him and his touch.
He kisses me, slides his hand into my shorts, feels my arousal, and makes the kiss more intense, without stopping his touch on my sensitive spot. I moan into his mouth, and he slowly moves down my skin, reaches my chest, and kisses each of my breasts, not stopping his fingers until I reach the sweet climax.
I bite my lip to stifle my sounds. I look at him and give him a soft kiss.
He stands up and walks to the door. I watch him leave, feeling confused.
Author Note:
Dear readers, I changed the name to one I find more suitable for the story. Thank you for reading.
- Writer
