《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
An alkaloid compound that is found especially in tea and coffee plants and is a stimulant of the central nervous system.
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Taking my cup of coffee from the kitchen, outside onto the patio. It overlooked the garden and pool. Jack was sitting at the glass table, reading the newspaper. "Morning," I spoke, sitting next to him. He handed me a newspaper that was beside him.
"Did you already read - Yes" He interrupted me, turning the page as he wasn't not acknowledging my presents. "And a Good Morning to you Harrison." Placing down his - now second finished - newspaper. " - How did you and your friend sleep" He asked unfazed.
Still stunned by him finishing the second paper. "That is none of your business, Jack. Plus, it's kind of weird you ask me that!" I spoke opening the newspaper. Reading the headline of the newspaper, read. 'The Viper Gang Is Back'
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"Fuck"
"I am just pulling your leg, Harrison. Relax"
"No, forget about that. Did you read this?" I showed him the newspaper. "Fuck!"
Our eyes both shifted to Aideen stumbled outside onto the patio as Christiana held onto her shoulder. She was rubbing her head from the hangover of last night. Wake up with frizzy bed hair, mascara smudged, giving them the perfect smoky eye.
Christiana wore a white pair of shorts and a red silk top. Aideen wore a baggy long-sleeved, white button-down, she rolled them up as she looked me up and down; undoing the first few buttons, giving me a clear view of her double D breast.
A pair of red silk shorts were tight over her thighs - I bet she can crush a watermelon with them and my head.
"My head hurts!!" Christina complained, sitting down opposite Jack, with her head between her arms; on the glass table. "It's your fault Aideen," she muttered "Me? I didn't do anything -"
"Take a shot of this" I moved my espresso across the table to Christiana. "-But I do remember all the fun we had last night," Aideen spoke looking me dead in the eye, with a smirk.
How? does she remember what happened?
"Aideen. What happened to your neck?" Jack asked Aideen. She placed her hand over her neck feeling for something. "There," Jack spoke, stopping Aideen. "Oh, this??" she said pointing at the hickey, that I left on her neck.
My heart dropped as my throat become dry. They both knew Aideen and I was in an arranged marriage, and we don't like each other. But something inside me didn't want them to know the things we get up to when alone.
"I walked into the towel hanger this morning, in the bathroom." Aideen smiled at them.
Thank the man in the sky - I lifted the newspaper to distract myself from looking at Aideen. I felt her foot against my ankle, lifting my pants ever so slightly. Her foot travelled up my calf then down my thigh, pressing against my cock.
Jolting at the feeling of her foot against my pants. I held my breath, closing my eyes. Hoping for my dick to not grow or move to her playful - soft - hot - touch.
Lowering the newspaper, that only my eyes peeped over. I looked at her devilish smirk as she carried on massaging her foot against me. Lifting the newspaper over my face so she couldn't see my pleasure face I was trying so hard to hide.
Opening my legs wider, her pressing harder. Closing my eyes, holding my groans back from her long deep strokes. Moving faster, my legs starts to flex as my dick twitched, coming on edge.
My eyes shot open, and realizing that I am about to cum, I gripped Aideen's foot, tightly, tugging on her a little, as she slipped down her seat. "Are you okay Aideen?" Christiana asked lifting her head from the table.
"Uhm" Clearing her throat, she looked at me, wanting me to let her go - Placing the newspaper open on the glass table, covering what I was about to do next. "Yea, I am fine. I j-JUST slipped" she screeched.
Pulling her leg closer to me, slipping lower. My hand was at the perfect position of her thigh. Stroking my fingertips, against her. I knew her pussy dropped and started to throb by her reaction of quivers and goosebumps.
"On your chair?" Jack spoke lowering his newspaper with a raised brow. "Yeah, I am still s-SLEEPY!" Spanking her thigh; I let go of her foot. Her chair slightly fell backwards before she caught herself with the table.
"Oh my gosh, Aideen you, okay?" Christiana placed her hand behind Aideen's chair. Aideen's eyes locked with mine, angry by me giving her a jolt of pleasure.
"I am fine. I am okay" Jack looked at Aideen, before squinting his eyes to me, then back at the newspaper.
"I see you guys already know?" Aideen's Grandfather; Marco spoke. Walking outside with a coffee in hand and dressed in his usual attire. "Know what?" Aideen asked.
"The Vipers have returned" Aideen stood up and slammed her hand on the glass table, vibrating on impact; almost shattering it. "Bullshit, How is that possible" she sternly spoke.
"I don't know, that's for you guys to figure out." Sipping his coffee, he walked back inside the house.
"Aideen? What happened to your leg? Why is there a handprint?" Jack asked.
