When a drunken night out leads to Rose Delacour meeting the mysterious American Mafia Boss, Clecentine Huxley, she can't help but give in to her beauty and charms.
Young and carefree Rose Delacour didn't expect her night out at the bar to result in...
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I shut the laptop down and clenched my thighs together. Perhaps watching a movie with explicit and detailed sex scenes was not a good idea. It just made me hornier than I already was.
I put the laptop aside and adjusted myself on the bed. The dull ache between my legs didn't subside and all I could think of was Clecentine touching me. But she had occupied herself with a hefty amount of work today.
Speaking of her work, I tried to convince her to take a break and try a few new things. Considering that I only had a couple of more months before I left her I wanted us to part ways with at least some good memories.
I guess I did manage to change her mind and let her take a day off in the last month. The two of us had gone to one of the restaurants she owned and had a fancy meal, then we had taken a walk down the park, striking up conversations about various topics.
Things were progressing. She seemed more relaxed around me, she was willing to take little breaks from her work and have some talks with me in between.
But there is just one more thing left. I needed to see her smile. After all those things, I just wanted to see a genuine smile from her, just once, not her smirks, not her sarcastic or psychotic smile; one filled with pride and arrogance. No. A genuine one.
Two gentle knocks on my door made me snap my head up and I walked towards the cause of the sound and opened the door, revealing Clecentine's face.
''Good evening madam.'' I greeted.
She nodded her head and walked inside. I noticed a change in her outfit today. She was wearing a white shirt with a beige, unbuttoned coat but instead of her trousers, she was wearing a short pencil skirt having a small side slit with black stockings and beige stilettos.
Her presence and the delicate trail of the sweet perfume she left behind reminded me of the nude scenes I had witnessed just minutes ago, as I imagined her doing the same to me.
Clearing my throat I erased my cloud of lust-filled thoughts. ''You seem stressed madam." I voiced my concern as I noticed her stiff posture and a grave expression on her face. She looked more stressed than usual.
She turned around to face me, hands on her hips as she nodded and I took it as a sign to continue. ''What exactly do you like to do when you're stressed?'' I asked in hopes of helping her.
I walked towards the dark, oak dresser, arranging the pieces of jewellery, gently placing them in their respective places in the engraved, chestnut jewellery box.
There was no response from her side. Instead, I heard her footsteps advance towards me and she stopped right behind me. My hands dropped the jewellery I was handling and my back straightened. Her slow, soft and steady breaths gently caressed the nape of my neck. I lifted my eyes to meet hers in the mirror who held the same intensity in her gaze as they did in mine.
