Shy (18+)

selfish

warning : fun group flirtation

The beachfront villa was opulent and quite frankly, jaw dropping. I could only guess at it's astronomical value and immediately wondered just how rich Louvain really was.

Bonnie was gaping incessantly, "This is insane! Are you a columbian drug lord or did you win the fucking lottery or something?"

Louvain smiled gently but it didn't meet his eyes. "I come from old money, quite incidentally, through a stroke of unfathomable good luck."

"Yeah, I'll say . . ."

The summer heat made us all rather sticky, squinting in the blinding sunshine. The estate was built in a modern and sleek fashion directly looking over the sea, on a private acre of white sand and iridescent waves of ocean blue. 

When had my life become a dream? I almost pinched my cheeks to check if I was real.

Louvain placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me up the driveway as Bonnie squealed with excitement. There was a guest house behind the main property where Bonnie called dibs, with a languid smile, "I don't want to get in the middle of your kinky sex play."

Which made my face burn hot as a furnace, of course.

"I've already promised Killian the guest house, Ms. Taylor."

"Oh." She pouted. "Bummer. . ."

"He's somewhat of an insomniac however and prefers to spend his nights on the club circuit. There are several rooms and I doubt you would run in to him very often, if you would be comfortable to share."

She shrugged, "Sound good to me."

Bonnie proceeded to check out his 'sweet digs' and I stared slack-jawed at the luxury before us, the curling staircases, high ceilings, antiques and sleek furniture. I felt like I was in some sort of grand hotel, my dirty scuffed converse looking so strange against the glittering gold filaments embedded in the marble floors.

Louvain appeared completely at ease, even a little bored. He stroked the back of my neck with his long fingers as I drank in the opulence.

"There's a hot tub in the bathroom!" I heard Bonnie's faint voice call out from upstairs.

"This is crazy. . ." I whispered.

He let out a soft laugh, leaning down to place a scalding kiss on my neck. "Do you like it, dear girl? To me it all means so little and you so infinitely more. I'd burn it to the ground if only you asked me to."

I loved and hated when he said things like that. It made me feel simultaneously powerful and small. Was he lying to me? Were his large declarations of affection something he came by so easily? How many other women had fallen hopelessly under his spell? He was worldly, intelligent, gorgeous and obscenely rich.

He was my first everything.

I was just another girl to him. A poor college student with dirty sneakers and small tits and freckles and childhood trauma. I suppressed a groan of embarrassment.

"You don't mean that."

His eyes took on a wild dangerous kind of quality. "Try me."

I almost dared to say, "burn it." but Bonnie hopped down from the grand staircase at just the right moment, red curls bouncing and green eyes sparkling, "I want a hot tub party, and I want it now!"

The doorbell rang as if to punctuate her statement.

"Must be Ettienne and Amelie." He sighed, leaving me to open the door.