The Styles Mansion [h.s]

forty-eight

No Perspective

HENSON STAYED silence glaring down at his plate that was filled with mouth watering food which might cost more than someone's a week pocket money. He clenched his jaw hard thinking about his brother's behaviour as so many possibilities were stumbling in his powerful brain. But the problem was, he didn't know what his brother was thinking. He didn't know how is brother was arranging the field to start a game.

He stayed silent, respecting his brother.

The presence of Venessa beside him was soothing and calming. That's the fact about this woman he loved the most. He often finds himself staring at her on her unknown while so many sinful thoughts would be swirling inside his head which includes only him and her.

Naked.

The way she would smile, the way her eyes would light up when something interesting would be presented before her. The way her lips move when she would say something to him. The way her tender and elegant hand would intentionally touch his arm when she would talk to him. The way her hips would sway left and right, those things are enough to drive him insane.

Everything about her was head spinning. He finds himself smelling the perfume that she uses on her body and the faint smell of her hair that would always linger in the air when he is around her.

Her lips.

Her voice.

Her movement.

He loves everything about her and

He loves her so much.

But every time he would shake that off portraying himself as a loyal brother and a brother-in-law. He doesn't want Venessa to hate him. He knew something like that was waiting for him when for the first time he saw her in real. He couldn't stop looking at her picture that he saw in her father's office. And he was right that he would be deeply attached to her when she stood in front of him.

It was confusing and also frustrating.

He never imagined himself in a place where he would devote himself to one woman for the rest of his life.

A lot of beauty queens have been with him in the bed. He saw how stunning and alluring their assets were but all were put on shame when he saw Venessa. The woman doesn't believe how beautiful she is. And it always made him want to tell her on repeat how much beautiful she was.

The night he met her, it was the night he almost lost everything. He called a prostitute in a hotel room with a hard bulge inside his pants. Sweat was running down to his skin as his legs were shaking in desperation and frustration. Heart was hammering against his chest as the pulses were quickened.

All he was seeing was her.

The woman that he called that night was nothing compared to Venessa though he made sure to call someone who exactly contains a few features of Venessa.

Brown hair, full lips and blue eyes.

And a 'fuck me' body.

That night he did something which he would never forget.

The night he moaned only one name when the brunette was sucking his hard dick in her hot mouth and all he screamed was Venessa. He imagined her sitting on her knees as her stunning blue eyes were looking up at him while holding his little friend in her warm mouth. He imagined the woman under him as Venessa and thrust into her wet and hungry pussy ceaselessly.