Sherry
"Baby, I have been missing you." My new boyfriend, Derek, came up to me and hugged me in a bear hug when he first saw me.
I can't stand that guy and the way he acts; he's so sleazy. He was just so flamboyant, and I couldn't stand that sort of man. I am aware that he was pursuing me for something that was hidden in the ugly lines of his brain. But it didn't matter to me because I knew he had no chance of winning. Because there is only room in my heart for one, no one has ever triumphed.
I teased him and kissed his cheeks as I said, "But I didn't," with a smirk on my face.
He curved his lips into a pucker. "Oh baby, you always make me feel bad." so effing much! fucking much! He had a long way to go before he could be considered a man. But at least I can make use of him for the party we're having tonight and then I'll kick his behind.
I painted on a phony grin. "Okay, and I want you to come with me to dinner tonight. My house will be the location of the party that we are throwing." I joined his arms with mine and we walked hand in hand out of the college campus and to the parking lots where our vehicles were parked.
He squinted his eyes and asked, "we?" Okay, that enormous question mark superimposed on his face causes me to roar with laughter.
I nodded "Yes, that is Esteban at the business party hosted by my brother. However, I don't think he'll mind if I invite you. I had the impression that you were eager to speak with him." Observing the various expressions on his face and the level of excitement he displayed, I raised one eyebrow.
I swore to all the gods that the idiot jumped up and down with joy in his position. It was a recurring request of his that I introduce him to my sibling. Absolutely not for the sake of me. But he did it because he, like every other ex-boyfriend I've had in my life, longed for any kind of relationship he could have with my brother. In addition to being the most successful businessperson in the nation, he was also excessively powerful. His image appeared in numerous articles published, including The Economist and Forbes magazines, as well as on the advertising banners that lined the streets. And to add insult to injury, he was even more well-known than the most famous movie stars in the entire world. He went by the name Esteban and was the youngest and richest businessman in the entire multiverse.
But in my eyes, he constituted the entirety of the world. When our parents passed away when I was only twelve years old, he was the one who raised me and looked out for me in every way possible. He was present all around me in every place. And I cherished the knowledge that he loved me so much.
My feelings for him went well beyond the love that is traditionally shared between brothers and sisters. That was the part that hurt the most. But he was unaware of it, and I didn't feel comfortable telling him. I switched boyfriends once a week in an effort to conceal those odd feelings I was having.
I had the reputation among everyone as the shallow drunk girl who enjoyed having one-night stands. The truth is, however, that I have never permitted anyone to touch me. I hadn't even had my first kiss yet.
"Derek!" I yelled at the top of my lungs to shake myself out of my zone. While I was getting into my red Porsche car, I couldn't help but stare at him.
"yes, darling." He moved closer to my door and leaned against it.
"Tonight is too important to run late. Simply dress in a tuxedo. I have faith in your abilities. I want Esteban to like you." I gave him a knowing wink. After that, I hastily got into the car and did not bother to wait for him to respond. I had no doubt that he would show up, and everything that I had planned went off without a hitch.
Every single one of Esteban's parties is ruined by me because I show up in a sexy dress and hang up my arms to one of my boyfriends. And because of that, Esteban was always so irate, and he eventually drove the man out of the house.
An actual house? We do, however, inhabit a structure that is considerably larger than a palace. We have recently relocated here from our previous mansion to this one. Esteban came to the conclusion that we would require a larger one in order to host parties or private conferences in order to conduct his business.
But I can't shake the feeling that something shady is about to take place.
Because of this, I made the decision to be more ready than ever before this time.
I am going to look my absolute best today, so I have asked my hairdresser to set aside the entire beauty salon just for me. I wanted to look as fucking sexy as hell and I didn't care who saw me.
I wanted him to focus solely on me or to look all around me while he did so. It's impossible for me to deny that whenever I look at him, my eyes are drawn to his handsome features and muscular body. But what I really want is for him to see me as a woman. Now, ten years have passed since the passing of both of my parents. My age is twenty-two, and my age differential with him is thirty-two years. I'd say I'm pretty much the whole package. Because he was the only man in the country who didn't drool over my beauty, he became more and more enraged as time went on.
I am aware that Esteban exhibits an unhealthy level of possessiveness in relation to me. Simply put, he plays the role of the watchful older brother. But I want more interaction with him.
Because of the way he caressed me as a lover, and the way he kissed me as a man. I want him to fuck me so hard every day that he forgets about his other whores and focuses solely on me.
Although he never consorts with prostitutes, in my eyes, every woman who has ever been in his life is nothing more than a slut who lusted after my Esteban, his money, and his fame. Nobody else will feel the same way about him as I do.
I can't help but be obsessed with him.
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