*A twisted Cinderella story, it is no where going to be similar as the fairy tale you have read or watched*
Golden soft silky dead straight hair, oceanic blue eyes, sun kissed skin and a brain just about equal to a genius that is the perfect girl in...
'I wonder what the difference is between Love and Lust' ~ Rob Payne
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Chapter 6: The Golden Pleasure
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I shuddered in disgust as I walked into the living room with Penelope slouched on the couch, knocked out with multiple cans of beer lying around. I shook my head as this had become a regular event ever since I had returned, making my way towards the kitchen grabbing the black bin bag as I walked back towards the living room where Penelope laid throwing away the money made by my father.
As I picked multiple cans together in attempt to throw them away quicker, unfortunately that was a grave mistake as it made Penelope stir before blink open and making her eyes land on me.
"OH, you little whore. Where were you till this late? Being the slut you are I am sure you must be whoring around, tell me did he pay you for having sex with a women as cheap as you." I gasp, tears threatening to fall as I stood to my full length, Penelope soon followed she was a taller by an inch or two.
"Penelope, how dare you call me a whore?" I yelled, which only made her let out a snort before grabbing my arms roughly and pulling me closer to her.
"What have I said wrong, this is my house if you hate listening to me then leave you scumbag." She slurred, I could smell the beer on her breath as she spoke before pushing me away making me stumble back and fall to the ground tripping over my own foot.
"Mother, the King's Ball and I do not have a necklace to match with my ball gown." Willow groaned marching into living room, I looked confused too what ball they were talking about.
"What ball?" I asked confusion can clearly be seen in my eyes, the twins looked at me before scoffing and giving their mother their full attention.
"There's a brown box on the fireplace, there are jewelleries inside." She spoke uninterested, but her words had taken my breathe away.
"You can not do that, it is my mothers jewellery. You can not touch that." I yelled, gripping the wrist of Willow tightly as she reached to grab the brown box. My glare was intense as she pulled her wrist away, returning the same glare I was giving her.
"Your mother is dead, this house belongs to me. Which means everything in this house, the furniture, your mother's brown jewellery box is mine." Penelope yelled, pushing me to the side and grabbing the brown box. She opened the box and the diamond necklace which was the first jewellery father had brought where the company hit the net worth reaching a million, no one was allowed to touch it after the death of mother she had always worn it.
"WOW, mother this looks beautiful." Willow yelled snatching the necklace from the hands of Penelope, a silent tear escaped my eyes as I watched the twins run to the nearest mirror and look at themselves with my mother's necklace.
"It's all yours." Penelope spoke walking pass me but stopped when she reached me turning to face me.
"You really are a spoilt, ungrateful brat. Appreciate that I am allowing you to stay here, do not run your mouth. Go clean up the cans on the floor." She spoke sternly, all I could do was nod my head as I wanted to run upstairs to my bedroom and cry. Allow all my frustration to come out, all my anger and the emptiness I was feeling.
After cleaning the mess Penelope had made, I rushed upstairs and ran to my room before jumping on my bed and letting out a loud sob which had been stuck on my throat. Hearing the loud 'Bing' on my phone, made me reach out towards the nightstand where the phone was and I saw it was Lorenzo Regio, the best friend of my father also the man who I would occasionally fuck. Reading the messaging, a smirk appeared when I read that he was back for a business trip and wanted to meet up with me.
APRYL: Monday.
The urgent need to forget my stress, and not only could Lorenzo give me pleasure but also he never questioned me which I liked. I would see him tomorrow, wiping the fallen tears I stood up straightening the slight crease on my outfit before walking towards the pile of clothes which had been dumped on to the floor in the far left corner near the window.
looking through the pile I finally decided with a pink skirt which was just below my butt cheeks and a baby pink bralette, followed by white heels and a diamond stud. Laying the outfit neatly on the chair, I turned back towards the bed as I crawled on to the left side like a little baby and rested my head on the pillow.
As my eyes fluttered close, I could not help letting my palms travel down to my night shorts and move it aside to where I did not wear any panties, I shuddered as the wind attacked my shaved pussy. The images of Preston instantly made me want to cum, spreading my legs wide and allowing my middle finger to find my clit and instantly I arched my back, I had not realised how cold my fingers were.
The image changed and I imagined his rough body pressed against me, his full lips pressed against my neck claiming me to be his. I further clenched my thighs, parting my lips letting out a low sigh of pleasure, feeling the moisture around my finger as I slow slid down until I found my hole and stuck a finger inside and repeated that a few times before adding another finger.
I slammed my head against the pillow and let out a low moan. My free hand fisted around the sheets, digging my nails into the mattress and all I could think was how well Preston King can pleasure me.
