I laugh off his words as I continue to pull my tights up, “I’m not dressed at all. At least not yet.” That’s the other difference between now and when we were kids, now I like his teasing, in fact I’d say I covet it.
I pull the dress over my head and turn so that he can do up my zip. He steps into our bedroom and reaches out to grasp the zip of my dress. Having him so close is almost physically painful. My body is hyper aware of him. Just the graze of his finger on my back leaves my skin on fire. “This dress is too short,” he complains as he pulls the zip up slowly. I’m barely breathing as I watch him behind me through the mirror in front of me. His eyes don’t leave mine for a second, his gaze making me blush. When he’s finished, he allows his hands to rove over my arms before pushing my hair aside to kiss my neck. “You could just stay in…” with me… I hear what he isn’t saying, mostly because his eyes are saying it.
“But you won’t be here,” I tell him.
“I can cancel.” His response is quick. He wishes he could cancel. But he can’t. He’s not a shitty friend and I wouldn’t let him even if he would. I don’t want us to be one of those couples who bail on our friends all the time to spend all our time together.
“No, you can’t,” I chide him. I look up into his eyes and love the fire that I see there. He wants me. There is something about him. Something about the way he looks at me that makes me ache. I want him too. I’ve never wanted anything the way I want him.
“No,” he frowns, “you’re not going out dressed like that without me.”
“As if you could stop me,” I wink at him as I sit back on the bed to pull on my heels. I used to shy away from his teasing, now I encourage it.
“I could make you stay,” Andrew smirks at me.
I blush slightly as I take in the heated look he’s giving me. “How?”
“So many ways,” he moves towards me like a lion prowling for prey, “I could tie you to the bed…” the idea makes me bite my lip. “I could remove your tights and lick you out until you are screaming my name.” My sex clenches with anticipation. “I could pound my cock into you, bringing you to the edge again and again.” I can barely breathe. He’s playing with me and it’s not fair. He knows I’ll be hounded by thoughts of what he’s describing all night now, thanks to him.
“We can’t,” I reply huskily. I want everything he’s offering, everything he’s teasing me with, but I know the offer is hollow because unfortunately we really can’t stay in.
“We can,” he says as if he’s the king of the world and it isn’t one of his best friend’s stag party tonight.
“But Andrew,” I laugh, “you’re being ridiculous.”
“You belong to me,” he says with a very serious look on his face, all signs of teasing gone, “you’re mine.”
“Yes Andrew,” I smile at him as if humouring a small child.
“I can’t stand to think about the looks you’ll get tonight,” he says as he comes towards me. “Where are you girls going anyway?” He’s asked me this very same question several times in the last week. I’ve managed to keep him in the dark about Aurora’s hen night plans. I just know if I tell him, the guys will chase us down and potentially ruin our fun or make it a million times better.
“I don’t know,” I play with him. He knows I’m lying to him. He sees right through me.
His response echoes my thoughts. He can be a bit obvious when his thoughts are clouded by lust. “I think us guys might just spend the evening hunting you ladies down.”
“Really?” I say as he pushes me down on the bed and straddles me. “No strippers?” I tease as he takes my hands in his own bigger hands. Several of Landon’s friends had tried to talk him into a weekend away in Amsterdam. He’d talked them out of it though, certainly guaranteeing himself a night of pranks and shenanigans in proper British lad style.
“No. No strip clubs,” he laughs before his tone turns serious, “we will find you, you know.”
“I highly doubt that,” although I know he probably could find me if he tried.
“I’ll always find you,” he says before kissing me roughly. I lose myself in the kiss, completely overwhelmed by the taste of his lips against mine and his tongue in my mouth. He takes me by surprise when he rolls off me, “you better go princess before I take you hostage and refuse to let you go.”
I lay next to him breathing heavily. I find myself secretly wishing that he really would refuse to let me leave but I know him better than to hope. He’s nowhere near that selfish. I want to stay here with him. I don’t want to go to Aurora’s hen party. I’ve spent my whole day with Aurora and her family. It was awfully awkward. I met my sister Aileen for the first time and even had the privilege of meeting my grandmother. I’ve been anxious about it for weeks and now that it’s here I just want to curl up in my bed and hide away with Andrew but that just isn’t an option. It’s been an incredibly stressful day which is sort of ironic seeing as how I was at a five-star spa. What should have been a perfectly peaceful day was made complicated by my overly intricate family tree. It had been upsetting enough learning that the mother who abandoned me as a young child had another family but to have to watch as that very same mother cried over her daughter’s wedding plans was just too much today. I’d luckily kept my cool and managed to stay polite even when I’d felt like it was too much.
I don’t imagine this evening is going to be much better but I must try. Aurora has become a close friend over the last few months, regardless of our biological relationship and I don’t want to let her down. I don’t want to let my friend down. Aurora, my sister… I’m not so bothered about. Not that I can tell her that. My other sister Aileen seemed nice. The two sisters are very different, Aileen, Ali as everyone calls her is energetic and bubbly and hyper confident. Aurora says Ali will be the one to get us all in trouble tonight. My mother, Michelle Stone had warned me not to let her talk me into anything this evening. As if I needed my mother’s advice. I’ve survived without it my whole life so far and I’m pretty sure I’ll live another night.
I stand up and smooth down my dress. I look down at the man lying on our bed. He’s a sight for sore eyes and again I feel tempted to stay. I don’t want to leave. He’s looks ruggedly sexy as he leans on his elbows looking up at me with a suggestive smirk. He’s wearing jeans and a blue shirt. His sleeves rolled up. I step forward so that I am stood between his legs, “I’ll see you later?” I ask even though I already know the answer. I can see the plan formulating in his mind. He’s planning all the things he’s going to do to me when he finally gets me back here in about five hours’ time.
“Of course,” he gives me his best smirk, the one he knows I don’t know how to resist, “I’ll meet you here in the early hours if I don’t find you before.”
“And what will you do with me then?” I ask almost shyly. It’s crazy because I’m not a timid person but sometimes he makes me feel like the teenage girl that used to have a crush on the mean boy in class as if we haven’t aged at all.
“Fuck you of course,” he winks, “in the meantime you’re going to send me hundreds of dirty text messages.”
“Am I now?” I chuckle, “cor you’re so demanding Contius,” I tease him. That’s another difference. I tease him back now.
“Only with you, princess,” he tells me, giving me a quick peck on the lips before taking my hand and pulling it into his lap so that my hand is cupping his hard dick. “This is only ever for you but yes, it is very demanding… painfully demanding.” He pouts at me as if it’s all my fault he has an erection.
I’m blushing as I begin stoking him gently through his trousers. He pulls my hand away with a sigh, “princess, don’t start something you haven’t got time to finish.”
“We have time,” I tell him without checking. I want him. I want him to fuck me now. I don’t care if I’m late as a result so long as I get to have his hard cock inside me as he comes.
He chuckles when my phone beeps, “no we don’t babe…” he gets to his feet, “but we’ll have all the time in the world later when we come home.”
I nod before checking my phone to find a message saying that the cars are outside waiting for us. “The cars are here,” I tell him gloomily. I pick up my clutch bag and leave our bedroom. He follows behind me and out of our flat.
His hand rests on the base of my spine as we travel in the lift and then he leads me out to the waiting cars. He guides me to the first car, opening my door for me so that I can get into the limo. The girls inside are giggling. They are probably already on their way to happy drunk land. I’m about to get in when he pulls me back and whispers in my ear, “you’re mine, you know that right?”
“Always have been,” I tell him with a wink. He kisses me once more and then lets me go, reluctantly stepping away from the car. Both us will have a great time at Aurora and Landon’s parties no doubt, but the real fun won’t start until we both get home later tonight.
If I thought tonight would be easier than the rest of my day, I was horribly wrong. I’m in a limo, fortunately devoid of my mother or grandmother as they’ve gone back to Surrey. My sister or friend or whatever I’m supposed to think of her as now, Aurora is giddy with excitement, chatting away with her other friends. She’s introduced us all. They all seem nice enough but I feel a little bit on the outside. I barely know my sisters so meeting their friends feels really weird, especially seeing how Aurora decided to introduce me as her sister. She said it so casually as if it doesn’t upset her at all that I exist. As if her mother hasn’t been lying to her, her entire life. Her best friend Tallulah is sat beside me in the limo and she keeps talking to me about all her crazy plans for tonight – apparently, she arranged the whole thing. There are also a couple of other girls here who go to uni with Aurora; Grace, Alysha and Caitlyn. I think Grace and Aurora share a couple of classes or something. They all seem really friendly but I’m completely out of my element in a car with a handful of complete strangers and all I want is to be at home in bed with my boyfriend. I’m still wet thinking about what Andrew promised to do to me later. I consider sending him a text but I don’t want to be the girl who spends the whole night on her phone. I reconsider a moment later when I hear a ping. I can’t resist looking at the screen. His text makes me gasp loud enough that everyone in the car looks at me questioningly.
I wish I was in that limo with you. Just you and me. The privacy screen up. I’d lie you down across the seat and I’d lick your sweet little cunt until you were screaming loud enough for the driver to hear. X
“Fuck,” I groan, as I fidget in my seat at the picture he’s put in my mind.
I hate you. X
I text him back. I don’t really mean it but right now I mean every word. I hate how much he enjoys teasing me when he’s not here to follow through with his promises.
You’re lying princess. X
Am not. X
I bet you’re wet. X
He doesn’t need to bet on it. He knows my body better than that. He knows without a doubt that I’m wet. I feel eyes on me so I look up, “she’s texting her boyfriend, I can guarantee it,” Aurora tells the others in the car with us.
I consider denying it but I don’t know why I would. Aileen grins at me, “so long as she doesn’t tell him where we’re going she can text away. Although the blush on her cheeks tells me those texts aren’t innocent.” This girl is my little sister and she’s got the annoying kid sister thing down after only knowing me a day. She makes a dive for my phone, catching me off guard.
“Aileen!” I squeal, grasping for it but my seatbelt holds me back.
“I told you to call me Ali,” she chides me as if I’ve insulted her because I’m not ready to be that familiar with the sister I only met today. “Let’s see what Andrew Contius says to my big sister to make her blush like that…” she’s still smirking as she reads the messages aloud. “Shit.” The smirk grows into a glowing smile. “That boy can sext.”
“I’m not sure how practical he is though,” Grace tells us with a giggle. I’m not just blushing now. I’m bright red with embarrassment. “He’s very imaginative…” her voice dies off as if she loses herself to her thoughts.
“It’s not as impractical as you think,” Aurora blurts out.
We all gasp in unison as “perfect” Aurora all but admits to behaving scandalously. That’s how Aurora had introduced herself to me the night we first met. ‘Everyone says I’m practically perfect – I’m Aurora; you haven’t seen my umbrella anywhere. It has a bird’s head on the handle.’ I’d laughed at that. Who wouldn’t laugh when a complete stranger compares themselves to Mary Poppins so casually.
Aileen is the first to recover, “I always knew Landon was good for you.”
The other girls want details. They begin to make demands. They want to know when. They want to know how. They want to know how many times. Aurora grins but refuses to divulge more. Aileen laughs, chucking my phone at me across the car, “I think I’m going to like you sis,” she says to me.
“The jury is still out on this side,” I tell her, only half joking.
“That’s fine, just quick with the Aileen shit.”
“Sounds fair, Ali.”
“Good. Now ladies let’s get royally trashed,” Aileen says before lifting her glass, “to the bride.”
“To the bride,” we all join in.
The bar where we’re starting our evening is extravagant. It’s all white and gold and sleek. The daughter of a politician, I’ve been around money but I’ve never felt the need to try to compete with it. I’m not wealthy, my father is, but I’m my own person. But tonight, I feel a bit undressed which is completely ridiculous. Andrew told me how amazing I looked before I left. I don’t need anyone else’s praise or attention. We have a table in a huge VIP section and Tallulah has arranged for us to have a couple of snacks and a handful of drinks here before heading off to another location. Aurora is happily chattering away about her upcoming wedding and Ali has decided in her slightly inebriated state to question me about my parents. She wants to know what it’s like for me being the other daughter. She actually called me that, it wasn’t said unkindly but it hurt all the same. To be fair it’s nothing worse than what I’ve said to Aurora myself. I wasn’t exactly kind when I first found out.
“This can’t be easy for you,” she’s saying. She’s looking at me like I’m the most exciting thing she’s seen in years.
“It can’t be easy for you either,” I try to deflect.
“I have my own issues with mum,” Aileen says.
I know what she’s talking about. Of course, I do. The whole world knows after it was pasted over the front pages of all the leading tabloids and the internet. Gotta love Twitter. She’s talking about the baby she had two years ago. I want to ask her about that, but I don’t really know her well enough for that. I know that her parents made her have her baby adopted. I know that it was all kept a secret. Even Aurora didn’t know until last year. I can’t imagine how it feels to have your child taken away from you but equally I can’t imagine the strong woman in front of me ever let her parents make that sort of decision for her. But then her mother is Michelle Stone. Michelle Stone, the mother who refused to let her own daughter keep her baby to avoid scandal, when ironically there was far more scandal in her closet than in the rest of the closets in Surrey. I still haven’t completely gotten over what my parents did. I was so small when we left Paris, I hadn’t understood what happened. It wasn’t until several years later I realised that it wasn’t true. My father, the mayor of London, had lied. He’d told the world that he was a widower and that his wife had died in France, leaving him with three young children. It had really won over the voters and I’d honestly believed it. I’d thought my mother was dead but then one day I heard my father talking to my eldest brother Gabriel. They had been arguing. Gabriel didn’t understand why he wasn’t allowed to see her. I hadn’t understood what he meant then. I couldn’t understand how you could see a dead person. They were gone, right? That’s what daddy had said. They argued a lot that summer and I overheard more and more. On one awful Sunday evening, I’d had enough. I stormed into my father’s office and demanded to know what was going on. That’s when my dad told me that my mother was alive. I hadn’t believed him at first. I’d refused to listen. I didn’t talk to either of them for a week as I tried to process everything that I’d learnt. My father broached the subject eventually, asking if I had any questions. I’d said no. He’d tried again, so had Gabriel and Luca, but I’d always refused until the whole story came out and suddenly I was confronted by the family I hadn’t wanted. That sounds mean. It’s not that I don’t like Aurora and Aileen. I do. I’d happily be their friend. But they are my worst fear incarnate. I’d always been scared that I hadn’t been enough to keep my mother. I hadn’t been enough to make her stay and yet Aurora and Aileen were. They had kept her. She’d stayed for them.
Michelle Stone is an odd woman. I’ve met her a handful of times now and I haven’t worked her out. My brother Gabriel seems to like her well enough. I’m not so sure. She isn’t what I’d grown up wishing she was. She’s cool, almost cold. She’s dignified and nothing seems to break through her exterior but that might just be how she is with me. Aileen is watching me closely as if I’m some fascinating exhibit at the zoo. “You impressed me today,” she tells me, taking me by surprise.
“Why?” I ask, an eyebrow raised.
“The way you were with mum,” she smiles at me, “I wouldn’t have been anywhere near as polite in your position.”
“It’s Aurora’s day. I wouldn’t want to ruin it.”
She nods. “Do you want to get to know us?”
“Us?” I ask, not quite sure which us she is referring to.
I don’t respond. At least not straight away. She deserves an honest answer. “I… I’m struggling to come to terms with everything.”
“Yeah me too,” Aileen smiles sadly.
“It’s not that I don’t want to know you,” I sigh, “it scares me.”
“Because it hurts.”
“What does?” She wants to understand.
“You and Aurora are exactly what I didn’t want.”
“Sorry?” her eyes are wide with hurt.
“Growing up.” I’m about to tell her more than I’ve told Aurora. “I used to imagine that my mother was a queen in some distant land, across the ocean somewhere and that one day she’d come back for me and I’d be a princess… but she never did… and the older I got the more I realised she never would. I couldn’t understand why she hadn’t stayed for me. What could have possibly pulled her away from her family, her children.”
Aileen listens quietly. “Then eventually I gave up trying to understand but I’d sometimes wonder if she ever had another family, if they were enough to keep her… she never left you. She stayed for you. And in some very immature, slightly backward part of my mind, that makes me think that she loves you more than she ever loved me, if she ever loved me at all.”
Ali gasps in shock. I have nothing else to say. I’ve shared something with her that I really just wanted to bury. “She loves you.”
“How do you know? You didn’t even know I existed a little while ago.”
She must hear the bitterness in my words because she reaches out a hand and rests it on my shoulder, “she used to tell me stories. I used to think she just made them up. Made up the characters and just stuck with them because it was easier than making up new ones, night after night. Every bedtime, she’d tell me stories about two boys, Gabriel and Luca, and a little girl called Clara. Her face would light up as she told me about them. I think she imagining who you were, who she believed you to be.”
I don’t know how she expects me to respond. I won’t cry, I tell myself. “She didn’t stay.”
“No… Clara, I don’t know if you can build a relationship with mum. I know she wants that. But it’s your call. I just… I’d like a chance to get to know you. I don’t want to miss out on that.”
“Okay,” I agree. She’s right. We should at least try to get to know each other. “Why don’t we start by getting the group another round of drinks?” I suggest. We’re supposed to be having fun, not a serious heart to heart. We can probably leave that for when we’re so drunk we can’t help ourselves.
“How about shots?” Aileen’s eyes light up.
“Great idea,” I smirk before pulling her towards the bar.
It’s 2am and Andrew has just text me, I don’t think we’ll make it to the bedroom tonight. I’m too horny. I want you now. Ready to turn in? x
I want to tell him I am, but Ali says I can’t. Not yet. “Please! You can’t go. Not yet.”
Sorry love, Ali says I can’t leave. X
Tell her I call dibs. X
I think she might have the prior claim… she’s my lil sis after all. X
I’m impressed at the state of my texts. I’m well and truly fucked but my English is still good.
I’ve still known you longer. X
True. But she has DNA on her side. X
We can fix that. Heck we can fix that right now. X
Did he really just suggest children? I almost panic at the idea. That’s a pretty huge step and even though I know he’s joking I’m still stunned. I see the little dots that tell me he’s typing.
That messed with your head, didn’t it? X
I can almost hear him chuckling to himself. Bastard x
Yeah, but I’m your bastard. X
Damn right. X
I dance with Aileen and Aurora. Aileen takes thousands of selfies of us and I have to admit I’m actually having fun. A lot of fun. Maybe this sister thing isn’t all that bad. Guys keep coming up to us and Aurora and I keep sending them Ali’s way, much to her irritation. “Have you met my sister,” has become the catchphrase for the evening. A pair of hands grab my arse and I turn, opening my mouth, the words ready on my tongue when I recognise the smell surrounding me. I’d know him anywhere. I suck in a deep breath as I look up into his face. God. He’s handsome. Beautiful even. “Andrew,” I whisper huskily, “what are you doing here?”
“Landon finally got your location out of Aurora,” he tells me, “I told you I’d always find you.” He says it so sincerely, I don’t think I could ever doubt him. He pulls me closer, kissing me. It’s not gentle. His lips are firm and unyielding. Mine give way. My hands are at the base of his neck in his hair. I’ve forgotten about the others. I barely hear the music. He’s all I know. His tongue dominates my mouth, tasting me with a thirst that I return. I’ve missed him tonight. “Are you wet?” he whispers.
My answer goes without saying so instead I ask, “are you hard?”
“Touché Princess,” he grins. His hands are still gripping my arse, “I guess I can’t take you home yet?” He practically lifts me off my feet and pulls me closer until I’m completely pressed against him, “I really want you.”
“I want you too.”
“But you won’t come home,” he pouts.
“Soon,” I tell him, “I promised Ali.”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t question my decision. “It’s okay… you just owe me two days in bed instead of one now. The whole weekend…”
“We can’t. We have to go to your mum’s for lunch on Sunday.”
“Well… we can leave bed to eat… I have to eat princess! And so do you, if you’re going to be eating for two,” he laughs outright at that one before hitting my arse hard and pulling away. “I’m going to get a drink, want one?”
“Please,” I smile.
“Alright. Don’t get lost without me.”
I giggle at his teasing before watching him leave. Ali pounces on me, “cor, sis. Close your mouth. You’ll catch flies…”
I glance at her, “sorry.”
“It’s okay. He’s hot. I see why you like him so much.”
“Thanks,” I laugh, “do you like anyone?”
“There’s not some cutie at uni?”
“Plenty but they’re not the cutie for me,” she winks.
“They’re not what you want?” I ask.
“What do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” How does that make sense? How can she know they’re not it, if she doesn’t know what it is?
“I’ll know when I see it,” she tells me frankly.
“Okay,” I don’t want to burst her bubble. I don’t think that’s the way life works but she seems convinced. “I’m really glad we got to know each other today.”
“Me too,” Ali gives me a hug, “I’m glad you’re my sister.”
It doesn’t hurt as much as I expect it to when I reply, “so am I.” Shockingly, it’s the truth. I’m glad she’s in my life. Sometimes the things you’ve feared your whole life might just turn out to be the best things to ever happen to you. Maybe? I don’t know but I do know that now I know her, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.