What are the chances that the first person you ever loved, spent days hoping she would notice you someday and speak to you would crush your heart in her pretty hands and come back into your life unexpectedly looking hotter and sexier than ever? Okay, maybe she’s not coming back into my life but running into her and having her plan your engagement party counts as being in your life right?
And still as beautiful as ever. I remember the first time I saw her, I was the awkward kid on the block, just moved from another state where I got into trouble in school with a guy who called my mom a whore for not knowing who my father is. I punched his face so hard I nearly broke his skull. After that incident mom moved away and found a new school for me and also found a new job for herself. But I was having trouble blending in. I never joined the neighborhood kids in their basketball games on the local court, nor did I attend parties. Even before moving, I preferred being alone. But I saw Chantelle Jones coming out of the side door of her house on a Wednesday morning wearing a pink mini skirt and a white shirt with a large floral design and I fell in love. She mumbled something to herself and lifted her shirt up. I looked away but in the next breath, I turned to see her pushing the pads of a purple bra up. From the house came a loud voice.
“Coco you are not wearing my bra to school!”
“I’m just borrowing it for today, Yolanda, shut up about it already,” she shouted back. She intrigued me. Mom would have my head if she knew I was peeping through our fence at our neighbor.
“It’s not my fault you have small tits, I need that bra.” The other voice was closer. Before the back door was thrown open Chantelle sprinted to the front of the house where an open-roof classic Cadillac waited. There were two girls in it singing the lyrics of a pop song that boomed from the speakers. Chantelle hopped in the back laughing while Yolanda, a tall lean muscled girl, tried unsuccessfully to catch her before the car zoomed off.
Since then I waited for every opportunity to finally talk to her but every time I got within a 10-inch radius of her my tongue suddenly felt heavy and my throat went dry. She became my guilty pleasure. When we finally settled down and introduced ourselves to her family she smiled at me, her honey brown eyes twinkling, and shook my hand telling me a cheerful “Welcome to town. You’re gonna love it here.” I believed her. Then she asked what school I attended and I froze up. While she and her friends hung out in front of our drive and on the local court I watched from a distance feeling like a creep and having no way to tell her how I felt. Then one night I saw her on the street holding hands with one of the cool kids, Jason. He kissed her in front of her house, his hands shaping the curve of her waist and hips. I never knew what heartbreak felt like until that day so when she came to me months later asking “Don’t you want to kiss me?” I almost revealed how long I had waited for her to notice me. But my excitement had gotten the best of me and I fumbled. I wanted to take it slow and please her so that the next time she saw me she would remember the night we spent together and tell me how much she loved me too. But things didn’t go as planned. I was a lanky kid at the time with zero experience with girls so when I thrust into her warm softness, months of want and need finally burst through their restraints and I embarrassed myself. I didn’t even get the chance to give her the pleasure she deserved. I saw the anger in her eyes as sanity returned. She dressed with angry jerky movements almost tearing the seams of her beautiful birthday gown. I apologized.
“Forget it,” she mumbled. “I should be apologizing. This was a mistake.”
My fragile heart broke to pieces.
“A mistake?”
She found her shoes and stalked to the door. I went after her but by the time I got to the door, she was running to the back door of her house. She shut the door with a thud.
Under the cool lonely night, feeling like the worst idiot ever I buried my face in my hands and choked back the sobs that threatened to fall. I hated myself, hated my awkwardness, my shyness. Most of all I hated myself and the circumstances in which I was born. I never blamed my mother for having me or choosing me over an absentee father but at the time I couldn’t help but feel my life would be better if mother had remained with Simone Pierce, the bastard I called father. Maybe Chantelle Jones would have noticed me if she knew I was the son of Simone Pierce, maybe I would have friends and be popular enough to stand out in the crowd.
That night I made a vow. I would be better, I would become a better man for Coco, the type she deserved, the one who would hold her in his arms and not stumble. When mom came home that night I was ready to tell her that I wanted to sign up for the local gym but when I saw the look on her face my worries and Chantelle flew out the window. Then she dropped the bomb.
“We are leaving, Nolan.” She turned to me with sad eyes. “We are moving.”
“What?”
Even mom was shocked at my surprise. I have always been excited to move from whatever town or state we settle in because I can never seem to blend in, I will always be the outsider, the unwanted son of Simone Pierce but this time I wanted to stay. For Chantelle Jones.
“We need to move. Your father…”
My father suddenly remembered he had a son. He wanted a son to take over his empire and I was the only candidate. So we moved, 12, 000 miles away from Greenville. Away from Chantelle.
Now 7 years later, what are the chances that I reunite with the one girl who made my heart beat fast and made me stutter?
I worked hard on myself in those years. I gained confidence, got bolder, faced the crowd, and embodied a new persona. Heir to Simone Pierce’s empire. My body filled out and for the first time I wasn’t chasing the girls, the girls chased me. I enjoyed the attention for years until I realized I was still the same Nolan, the only difference was my money, people loved my money, without the money I was an invisible shadow just existing.
I lost interest in everyone and everything. I hate everyone, including Chantelle Jones. If I had gone back to Greenville to tell her I was the son of a billionaire she would no doubt have fallen into my arms. Everyone has a price.
So when she walked into Penny’s office my initial surprise turned to anger. I had been just another person to her in the past, as a different man will she notice me now?
She sat stiffly in her seat. Her red dress rode up those sweet luscious thighs of hers. She always was conscious of her figure but that was part of what drove me crazy about her. Even now the outline of her full figure was giving me ideas.
“What color will Lurane like?” Penny asked. She was all smiles rattling off decoration plans to Chantelle who wrote them down as fast as she could.
Who cares what Lurane likes? Now that I think about it, the driver of the Cadillac has always been the blonde one. It never occurred to me that she was the daughter of Douglas and Kyndal Grant. Now, bound by a contract I have to marry her. The problem with elites is that everything has to be bought. Everything has a price. Clothes, cars, friends, spouses. When I discovered just how much wreckage my father caused his empire I turned to his old friends for help. Apparently, the bastard had been so much of a tyrant before his arrest for the murder of Zach Wolffe that no one was willing to help his bankrupt son without something in return. Surprisingly, Matt Wolffe, the man whose father my father had brutally murdered extended a helping hand thanks to his kindhearted wife, Sophia Wolffe, but there was only so much he could do. The other person who opted to assist was Douglas Grant but he had a condition, he would only help me if I married his daughter, Lurane Grant. Why? Because the name Pierce still holds much power among the elites. Now I have to plan an engagement party at Lurane’s request because “it is necessary for publicity”
“Nolan?” Penny repeated for the third time. Her gaze was trained on me waiting for a reply.
“Pink, pink will be fine. Lurane loves pink a lot.”
“I think she preferred…” Chantelle started with a frown.
“She is my fiancee, Coco,” I bit out through my teeth.
Penelope’s ever-watchful eyes zeroed in on me then on Chantelle.
“Pardon me, sir, I just remembered a piece of gossip I saw in a magazine.”
“Gossip magazines cannot be trusted, Coco, how long do I have to keep drilling that into your head?”
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Chantelle wince but she said nothing. Instead, she nodded and lowered her gaze to the notepad in her hand. That was harsh even for Penelope. As we talked about balloons and confetti and other frivolous nonsense I couldn’t help but observe Chantelle Jones in a new light. She was different. Chantelle Jones used to be bold and confident but she shriveled under the sound of Penelope’s voice though the fire of defiance burned in her eyes she held her tongue against every lash of Penelope’s tongue. This is not the Chantelle I know. Maybe I have been too harsh in my judgment. She should be talking Penelope down, she should be her own boss, be throwing herself at me, yet there was a slump in her shoulders that made me feel…sorry?
Penny glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and gasped. “Oh shoot. I have lost track of time. We have that meeting with the Gazette this morning, don’t we, Chantelle?” she lifted a piece of paper off her desk and peered at it. “Their representatives should be here any minute now. Nolan.” She stood and pushed her chair back.
I did the same. Finally, some reprieve from this hell. Lurane should have been here in my place but publicity demands that she pretends the whole world thinks this party was my idea so they can see how very much in love we both are.
“I can’t wait to see what you will do, Penny.”
“Trust me, Nol, I’m sure Lurane will love it!”
She came round the desk to hug me briefly. “Well, see you then,” she winked.
Chantelle stood and mumbled a “Have a nice day, sir,” then went back to receiving orders for Penny. But as I walked away from the office into the parking lot I heard her sweet voice calling my name.
“Nolan!”
I turned. Now she knows me again.
She was struggling to run in the tight gown. I should be angry but all I could see was how well her hips filled out the dress. If I reached out I could pull her into my arms and pretend 7 years ago never happened, that we both enjoyed a night together on her birthday and became lovers ever since because right now nothing made sense to me than burying myself between her thighs and making her cum over and over until she was weak with pleasure.
“Nolan,” she breathed heavily.
Her chest heaved pushing the luscious tops of her boobs over the neckline of her gown. Since when did they become so full?
Her soft brown eyes were pleading when she looked at me. “Nolan, I just want to say I’m sorry. For everything. Let’s start over again?”
She extended her hand. Those pretty hands of hers that dipped into the waistband of my pants once, making me lose coherent thoughts.
I wanted to forgive her, take her hand and raise it to my lips, pull her close and give in to the thoughts of fucking her senseless. That is what Nolan would have done but Nolan Pierce would scorn her apology and turn his back to her.
And I did just that.
As I drove away I saw her reflection through the rearview mirror watching the end of my car disappear into traffic.
Let’s just say the rest of my day was great. My back was bent and sprained after running to answer all of Penelope’s demands by the time I got home. Sophie’s fried chicken welcomed me home. A pop song played loudly from the speakers. I sniffed the air appreciatively making my way to the kitchen where Sophie danced in front of the pan with a pair of tongs in her hand. “Under your sexy body,” her off-key voice rose above the music. “Do you mind?” I yelled above the noise. My head pounded. She turned to see me standing at the kitchen door and immediately turned down the volume of the music. “Nice dress. Penelope’s cast away? I thought you were going to sleep over with The Dragon.” I dropped my bag on the counter, kicked off my heels, and picked a piece of chicken from the bunch she had cooling on the rack. It was delicious! “Where’s Nolen?” “In his room. I kept him busy with some comics. You are welcome.” “Sophie!” I groaned. “He should be doing his assignments…” “Done and dusted
“Bye, mommy. Bye Aunty Sophie.”“Bye baby,” I waved at Nolen for the third time and finally forced myself to stop adjusting his uniform and let him go join his friends.“Get in the car,” Sophie called out to me. “You will be late for work.”I waited until Nolen and his friends were in the custody of their teacher before joining her. She had left her car at home and chosen to be my chauffeur today since it was her day off. Also, Penelope had sent a message to prepare me for the tedious work of organizing and decorating waiting for me today so I may work late and leave with Penelope after work. To be honest, a bit of Sophie’s reckless driving is what I need to take my mind off my life’s complications right now. Nolan, Lurane and mom. With mom coming I bet she will take one long look at me and know something is bothering me. She always had that knack for knowing such things. The last thing I want is an interrogation from her.25 minutes later Sophie drifted into the parking lot of the co
“Dude you are even more romantic than the rest of us. Lurane is not going to expect this.” I nodded to Paul’s words, my best friend and part business associate. He has a business of his own that he built from ground up, so he’s not what you’ll call a born elite. But to be fair I envy his ease and lack of ‘inheritance’ burden. I wonder who he would have been married off to if he was among the elites. Luckily, he has been spared that unpleasantness by fate. We met in business school. Paul had an uncle that thought he was too smart for regular college and had used all the resources at his disposal to send him to one of the best schools. We attended a debate on Capitalism and Communism, had different views, and became close friends ever since. Even though he is treated as an outcast among the heirs and heiresses of old money, he doesn’t care and he attends whatever events he wants to without being encumbered with scheming mothers and fathers trying to leech off him in the name of marriag
“I am proud of you, son,” Douglas was saying. He swallowed his fourth glass of champagne. “Lurane will be the happiest woman tonight.” He patted my shoulder. We were alone now after he successfully introduced me to a dozen of his business partners. One of them was Noel Greer who I am pretty sure Douglas is not fond of. The tension between them, while he introduced him, was high. Noel Greer is the rival of every elite businessman. He went head to head with the highest bidders and trumped them more often than not. Luckily, our paths have never crossed. He had the classic, handsome sharp Grecian features. He left almost as soon as the introductions were over.“Thank you,” I said. The wine in my hand bubbled. I have barely taken anything since I arrived, the thought of downing another wine was nauseating. Lurane was pissed enough time have smelled the alcohol on my breath, she will probably lose her mind if I lose any more of my senses to wine.“You have made the right choice, son.” Dougl
“What a pretentious bitch.” Penelope swallowed her fourth glass of champagne. Yes she’s drunk and I am tipsy. Since I have such a great history with being drunk I decided to slow down and three my third glass slowly. I gave her a critical look. Ever since she bumped into some dude who called her ‘Penny Luv” she has been testing her alcohol limit. Although, strangely there was a very distinct red color in her cheek after her encounter with this person and if I know Penelope as much as I do, which I in fact do, she doesn’t blush for anyone. So who is this mysterious man with enough power to make the great Penelope blush?! Judging from his expensive outfit and natural titanium and diamond cufflinks, he must be an old flame or something. “I couldn’t agree more,” I said. Suddenly she clutched my hand and cursed. “Shit, don’t look now but she’s coming.” “Coming?” I couldn’t help but look in the direction she was discreetly pointing at. My heart fell. There was Lurane, tall and beautiful
“Wow that’s great,” I said for the 10th time, hoping Jack whatever his name is would take the cue and leave but he continued to talk. My ears rang but I kept my face still. Jack…whatever his last name is is a friend of Douglas which translates to a friend of mine. But every once in a while I looked over his shorter frame searching the crowd for Lurane. She appeared among a throng of rich heiresses wearing a smug smile that put me on edge. She pushed Jack aside and slipped her hands around my waist, leaning in for a kiss. “Oh, Lurane Grant,” Jack stuttered. “Congratulations,” he greeted. Lurane cast him a dazzling smile. “Thank you Jack. We you talking with Nolan? I will like to take him away now. I haven’t danced with my fiancé all night.” From the corner of my eyes I saw Jack excuse himself. A slow music came on and I put my hands around her slim waist while hers did a slow climb to my shoulders and neck. She smiled coyly. “I feel so happy right now Nolan. I can’t wait to become
“This is wrong. This is a mis…we need to stop.” She dropped her leg and pushed firmly. When I finally budged her hands flew to her hair to arrange the lose strands. “Thanks for checking on me but can…can we pretend this never happened? Not because I didn’t…because you are engaged,” she said hurriedly. Fuck. That again! The thought of Lurane was enough to soften my cock. That she could even think of that at a time like this was incredible. For a moment nothing mattered but she in my arms here in this beautifully lit garden. And she just had to spoil this moment by remembering Lurane. Once again she would have called this a mistake but this time there is no lie about it, she enjoyed it, she sighed my name and rocked my fingers. “No,” I replied. She looked up at me, her soft brown eyes pleading. “What?” “I can’t forget this never happened and neither can you.” She opened her mouth to speak. “Neither can you Chantelle, not with the way you responded to my touch this time. It’s a far
BzzzzzzDazed, confused and sleepy as heck I patted my bedside table looking for my phone. Found it about to fall off the edge and brought it close enough to my face so I could see what the commotion was all about. It was a call…from Penelope. Well, looks like the blue moon rises on this side of the city on a Monday morning. What does she want?The phone vibrated nonstop in my hand until I tapped on the green icon.“Where the hell are you, Chantelle Jones?!” She yelled, her tone hard and frosty.“Uhm…at my house in my bed, why?”“Why?!” She laughed mirthlessly. “The nerve of you. Get your ass down here right now, I need to know my schedule for the day and we have a meeting with…”What is she doing? I asked myself as I stared at the screen. Slightly irritated at the sound of her voice especially since I was rudely awaken by her call I interrupted. “You fired me, Penelope.”She paused in her rants. Did she forget? “I did? Oh, serves you right. Good luck finding a better job out there,”