Ethan
Oh for fuck’s sake.
My eyes locked on the little sweet girl from that day and every goddamn rational thought I had was burning up in the sudden desire that was threatening to embarrass me.
I stood there, adjusting my cufflinks like a I didn’t give a damn, but on the inside, I was a coiled-up wreck.
Two fucking years during which I had tried to consciously purge that night from my memory, the sweet vanilla scent of her skin, the panicked, intoxicating flush on her cheeks, the way she begged.
And here she was, standing five feet away, dressed in some modest little black dress that made her look like the goddamn forbidden fruit.
She had been wearing a mask that day but I recognized her voice and her eyes.
Those wide, startled sweet brown eyes, currently fixed on me with recognition that barely lasted a second before it changed to that of loathing.
I wanted to punish her for that but this alliance was too important to me to entertain such thoughts.
“Hello, Aleena,” I said flatly.
Whatever had happened between us has to stay in the past.
So I had to pretend like I didn’t know her.
“It’s good to finally meet you.
Meredith talks a lot about you.”
Meredith.
Jesus Christ.
The irony of this situation was not lost on me.
The girl, the only girl who had ever gotten my cock so hard was the daughter of my new fiancée who was supposed to be a convenient piece of arm candy and a temporary fix for my image.
Meredith, oblivious to my inner war, gushed, “See, darling?
I told you he was perfect.
Ethan, this is my beautiful daughter, Aleena.”
I watched Aleena’s lips part slightly.
She looked like she had seen a ghost.
“Aleena, say hello,” Meredith prompted, a sharp, happy edge in her voice.
Aleena didn’t move.
She just stared at me, and I stared back trying to prove to her that I didn’t recognize her.
“Aleena?” Meredith snapped.
Aleena finally managed to speak.
“Y-you…”
“Shall we sit?” I cut in, not giving her a chance to say anything else that might compromise the arrangement I’d made with her mother.
I pulled out my chair and sat down.
Aleena slid into the chair opposite me, across the circular table and Meredith sat next to her, beaming at me.
“Oh, Ethan,” Meredith sighed, picking up her wine list.
“I’m so glad this is happening.
I was so worried about Aleena being difficult.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Aleena finally said, understanding what exactly what happening.
“Good,” I responded, giving her a slow, predatory smile.
“Because a peaceful transition is essential.
Isn’t it?”
She didn’t miss the double meaning.
The corner of her mouth twitched with fury.
“For whom?”
“For everyone involved,” I countered smoothly.
I caught a waiter’s eye.
“Bring us the best bottle of Bordeaux you have, vintage ’89.”
Meredith clapped her hands.
“Oh, you are just so wonderfully generous, darling!”
“It’s business,” I murmured, watching Aleena.
“I only deal in the best.”
The dinner was a goddamn travesty.
Meredith chattered away about her social engagements, her old husband’s funeral (briefly, then swiftly moved on to her future jewelry), and the magnificent properties I owned.
Aleena, on the other hand, was silent.
She had taken to avoiding my gaze and picking at her food.
“So, Aleena,” I finally said, interrupting Meredith mid-sentence.
“Your mother tells me you’re quite the student.
What’s your major?”
She looked up, probably wondering why I’d bothered to ask.
“Art History,” she replied, her voice clipped.
“How interesting,” I drawled, leaning back slightly.
“So any boyfriend?”
Why the fuck did I just ask that.
She also looked surprised that I had asked.
“I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” she snapped, pushing her plate away.
Meredith looked aghast.
“Aleena!
What is wrong with you tonight?
Apologize to Ethan immediately.”
“She’s fine, Meredith,” I said, holding up a hand which shut her up immediately.
“Just curious.
I like to know the people who will be…
family.” I emphasized the last word hoping to pass on my message clearly
Aleena gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white.
“What do you want, Mr.
Westwood?”
“Easy girl,” I said, picking up my wine glass.
The waiter had just poured the deep red liquid.
I swirled it slowly, watching the light refract.
“I want to finish this goddamn dinner.
And I want an honest, peaceful arrangement.
You get to live in luxury, your mother is ecstatic, and I get the stability I need for my public image.”
“And what do I have to do to ensure this ‘peaceful arrangement’?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.
I took a deliberate sip of the wine, “Just be a good girl, Aleena,” I said, setting the glass down.
“Do what your mother tells you.
Focus on your studies and everything would be smooth.”
Meredith laughed, mistaking the tension for a new-family-getting-to-know-you moment.
“See, darling?
He’s very thoughtful!”
Aleena bit her lip in anger, glaring at me for my words.
I inhaled a sharp breath, I wanted those pink lush lips on my cock.
I pushed my chair back abruptly.
“Excuse me,” I said, already standing.
“Restroom.”
Meredith waved me off, smiling.
“Of course, darling.”
The moment I shoved the restroom door open and locked it behind me, the control I’d been strangling finally slipped.
“Fuck,” I muttered, bracing my hands on the marble sink.
This was pathetic.
Why couldn’t I control my self around the young girl.
I splashed cold water on my face, breathing hard.
“Get it together Ethan,” I growled at myself.
But my mind refused to cooperate, instead it conjured more images of her.
In that lacy black dress, her putting her fingers into herself as I watched.
Her soft breathy moans that told me she was enjoying it.
I unbuckled my belt and brought out my cock and imagined her tongue on me as I stroked it.
I ran my hands up and down the length of my cock and began thrusting forward like I was inside of her.
Fuck!
It felt good.
I moaned out her name as I was about to come when the door busted open and I turned to see my little flower looking at me with her lips slightly open forming an ‘O’.
Her eyes darkened with desire as her eyes landed on my cock.
Then like she remembered why she was here in the first place, she met my eyes
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, slamming the door shut behind her.
“You shouldn’t be in here, Aleena.”
“This is what you came here to do?” She said, her eyes dropping back to my cock like she couldn’t resist.
I zipped up my trouser which was strained as I had failed to find my release.
“What do you want Aleena?
The last I remembered this was the men’s room and I can fucking do whatever I please, or…” I moved closer to her, “Are you disappointed that you couldn’t join me?”
There was a flash of lust in her eyes like she was contemplating the idea.
“Oh so now you remember me?” She shot back.
“Few minutes ago you were pretending you didn’t know me when two years ago you had begged me to fuck myself in front…..”
“What happened in the past stay in the past, little girl.”
She crossed her arms, bringing my attention to her pert breasts.
“You didn’t think I was little two years ago.”
I hit the wall beside me, “I just fucking told you…to leave the past in the past.”
“So you are just going to pretend everything’s fine?” she asked.
“Pretend you didn’t almost fuck me?
Pretend you’re not about to marry my mother?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to fucking do.”
I knew that if she stayed one second longer, I might lose what little restraint I had left and bend her over the sink.
“Get out,” I ordered.