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Chapter 4
Philippe
For a moment I believe I’m in the wrong apartment until I watch as the black-haired beauty’s face turns down to look at the red head. Not one of them has even noticed I’m here yet, and it appears my fiancée has been in a fucking frenzy with two women.
Fuck, I never expected her to be a virgin. But for the life of me, I never expected this.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is going on here?” I grumble out, demanding an answer.
Carla whips her body back around in my direction and all three women go still. “Oh my god. Philippe . . . I didn’t expect you here until tomorrow.”
“Interesting. I didn’t expect to see you fucking two women. I guess we both can say we’re surprised.”
“I . . . I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think you’d be here until tomorrow and I needed sexual release.” She says, hopping off one of the girls faces. I look at the girl who is blushing red. I’m betting she’s the one who’s pink dress was on the floor in the living room.
“I’d appreciate it if you two ladies would leave me and my wife-to-be alone for the evening. We have quite a bit to discuss.”
The red head hops up, takes the dildos and grabs the hand of the blonde. They both rush by me and I hear their feet patter against the floor and the door to the apartment being slammed. I told Stefano I was coming into town early and he gave me the passcode to the apartment. I was trying to surprise Carla. Fuck, I even hoped we could go out tomorrow for lunch. I had this entire thing planned, to adorn our apartment with romantic gestures.
Carla sits on the edge of the bed in naked glory. I try my hardest to stay mad at her for what I just walked in on, but every single imagination I’ve ever had of her body comes to life. Her areolas are a shade or two darker than her tanned skin. She has a black landing strip on her pussy and a beautiful tattoo going down her ribcage.
“You sure are quiet while you fuck me with your eyes.” She says, smirking at the end of her sentence.
“I’m trying not to lose my temper with you right now.” I grumble, stalking toward her. As I get closer I dip my head down and I get a good whiff of the alcohol on her breath. Carla does something that surprises me, though. She leans her head into mine and presses her lips against me.
Good god, she’s drunk and this is when she kisses me for the first time? I rip my head away from hers. “Jesus, Carla. Go get dressed and sober up. We’ll talk about this shit later.” I don’t mean to sound so harsh.
Part of me is blaming myself right now for not speaking to her during our engagement. Maybe if I had I wouldn’t have walked in on what I just did. Maybe I should’ve arranged for us to see each other every couple of months, or have already started what we’re doing now. It’s obvious to me she needed some companionship. I just would’ve rather it have been my cock deep in her. I should be relieved in the fact I didn’t walk in on her fucking two men. At least they were women.
Carla stands up, looking like she’s about to say something before she puts her hand over her mouth and runs into a doorway in the bedroom. I hear the distinct sound of a toilet lid being raised and cringe at the sound of her vomiting.
I want to be an asshole and leave her to fend for herself, but I don’t. I walk into the bathroom and open a cabinet, pulling a washcloth out and run it under cold water. Kneeling down, I press it to the back of her neck and hold her hair firmly in my hand so she doesn’t get vomit in it.
“I’m sorry you came here and saw me like that. You must hate me so much now.”
She can’t see me, but I shake my head. “No, I don’t hate you. I’m just wondering what I could’ve done differently to prevent this from happening. I know people need companionship, and you’re a bit younger than I am which means your needs are higher than mine. I reflected on our year apart and knew I wouldn’t have any need to fuck anyone, considering we’re engaged but you’re in the prime of your sexuality. While I might’ve been fine, it was selfish of me to think you wouldn’t need anything. That’s my fault, but I am pissed.”
I can’t help but wonder if Carla used sex as a way to hide pain. So many others do, and to walk in on her while she seemed to be releasing herself was an erotic experience. I only wished it was me bringing her to the brink, not two strangers.
“Nicola and Phoebe are my friends. I’ve never fucked them before. We all got a little tipsy tonight and they told me they had a fantasy. I was wrong to agree to it, so I apologize. I just needed to feel something, Philippe. You don’t know what it’s like here.” Just like that I have the confirmation I needed. She was using sex as a way to hide her pain, or to let it out so to speak.
Carla turns her face toward me and I take the washcloth from the back of her neck and wipe her mouth before sitting it on the counter. I dig my left hand into my pocket and pull out the box I’ve been keeping on me for months now.
I had a good friend of mine design this ring for Carla. A ring that would be fitting for a queen.
“I want this to work,” I say, pointing between the two of us. “I’m sure you’ve wondered why I didn’t give you a ring yet, and the answer is because I want to give it to you when I love you. Not before. Not because of some contractual bullshit, but because you mean something to me. When I know what we have is real I’ll give you this ring. Now tell me Carla, what do you want?”
She blinks her eyes for a few moments before she answers. “I want to keep my independence, and I want my restaurant. Please don’t take it away from me. I’ve worked so hard for both of them.”
“Alright. I can accept that. Get yourself into bed and I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom tonight. We’ll talk more tomorrow.” I rise and help Carla do the same, tuck her into bed and shut the door to the bedroom she’s sleeping in.
It’s going to be a hell of a day tomorrow.
