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“Yes, because I like hanging out with him. He likes hanging out with me, too. At least I know with him that there are no ulterior motives. He isn’t just there to try to get close to my brother.”
I had no siblings, so I never had that problem. I doubted my life would’ve been any different though if I would have had any.
“Are you sure there’s no ulterior motives on his part?”
“What are you trying to say?” she’d asked, and I could tell how upset she’d gotten.
“Nothing,” I’d finally conceded, although I was pretty sure Travis liked her as more than a friend. Surprisingly enough, her father thought the same. I didn’t want to spend my time fighting with Nicole, especially since it was already so precious, so I’d pulled her into my arms and the conversation was dropped, at least for her. I was still not sure.
“At least tonight, you’ll finally be with me,” I said out loud.
While this event was highly publicized, I’d already concocted a foolproof plan. The two of us would arrive separately, and sometime after innocently running into her, she would take the key card I slipped to her, then meet me upstairs in the room I’d booked. I would wait a short amount of time before joining her. The plan was risky, but being able to fuck her outside of her place, or my office, would make it all worth it.
“Are you sure this will work?” she’d asked.
“Absolutely. I might not be able to hold you in my arms while letting everyone know that you belong to me, but when you’re in my bed, I can let you know in no uncertain terms that you do.”
Only, she didn’t belong to me because I couldn’t court her like someone else could. Like Travis could. The two of them would be spotted at local bars and restaurants, as well as various other places around campus. They could hang out at sporting events, attend campus parties together, and even go to the theater with one another. I could do the latter, but only in the privacy of her place. I wanted more, but there was nothing I could do about it. A Titan had its benefits, but it also had its downfalls and this would be one of them.
She finally agreed to my wishes, and now as I stood in front of the mirror, I had a new motivation for attending this event. While I understood the purpose of most, I’d have to hype myself up in a way. Not tonight. All I could think of was seeing Nicole up close and personal in one of those gowns she was often photographed in while back home in California, then picture myself removing it from her with a different city view in my periphery.
I’d then make the sex so good between us, not that it had ever lacked anything. In fact, my feelings toward her only made it so much better. Usually, I’d be driven by lust, and maybe curiosity, but with her, it was love. I’d fucked up and fallen for my very own princess, only it would take a hell of a lot more than me simply freeing her from her glass tower to be able to claim her.
We couldn’t be open about our relationship, but I could provide her with enough orgasms to hopefully make up for some of it. Nicole would one day publicly be mine, but until then, I’d find more events like this one where we could be together without actually being together in front of prying eyes. Maybe, I could even convince her to go back to Costa Rica with me over one of the next two holidays. School would let out a few weeks before Christmas, so there was even then which would allow her to be home when it actually mattered.
My phone chimed to alert me to a message notification, and I groaned once I pulled the text up. Nicole had sent me a picture of her in the gown. Every thought I had in my head was quickly replaced with something indecent. My dick hardened as I pictured getting her out of that dress, and into my arms. The things I planned to do to her tonight...
As I started to formulate plans, one thing kept coming up. I would never pressure her to do anything she might not want to do, but on the off chance that I could seduce her to try something new, I unzipped my suitcase and added a few more items to it before I finished getting dressed.
NICOLE
I’d been on the fence about even attending this event because I knew Callum would be there. For that matter, all of the Titans of Chicago would. There was no telling how he’d be around them because he even changed when around me. Yes, things between us were tense lately, especially his jealousy over my friendship with Travis. It didn’t matter how many times I’d assured him it was strictly platonic; the fact was that we could still not be seen together.
A perfect example would be tonight. He wanted me to attend this holiday charity event, and I had agreed to do so, but the two of us would have to act like literal strangers to one another until I was given the sign. And I knew it would include a suite at the Ritz Carlton because it was the venue for the party.
“I’m so tired of this,” I said to myself as I took a final glance at my reflection.
Is it too much to ask for a man who adores me the way Callum claims to, but with the ability to show it in more places than simply behind closed doors?
I’d thought several times about ending things between us, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Every time I tried, the words would stick to the tip of my tongue. I’d take one look at him, and nothing else mattered. I was so completely and utterly in love, and it honestly sucked. My parents, as well as movies, made it seem so much more magical than it really was. In the beginning, the forbidden aspect of my relationship with Callum made it more exciting, but now it was simply exhausting.
The worst part was that I couldn’t even be certain it would ever be any other way between us no matter what the circumstances were. With me and this current arrangement, he could be the bachelor Titan living his best life, then come home to me and pretend as if it meant nothing to him. I’d been there during ayahuasca, and after hearing him speak, he didn’t sound like a man ready and willing to commit. I knew that, and figuring he would be the perfect fling, I’d let down my guard and accepted his party invite.
It now led to this sordid affair we were having, and the pain currently sitting like a weighted stone on my chest. This is what I had agreed to, however, so I had to keep pretending. As unhappy as the illicitness made me, this affair with him did serve a purpose. When I was with him, I was too consumed by the passion, and dare I say the desire, which left me unable to focus on my mother’s declining health. For brief, beautiful moments in time, I could actually feel something other than sadness, at least until he left. It was then I would feel it twofold. Tonight was setting up to be much of the same.
Will I ever be able to quit you? I didn’t even have to ask the question out loud because silence wouldn’t provide the answer I was currently seeking.
I let out a sigh, then turned my attention to my dress. I’d gotten it on the Magnificent Mile at one of the luxury boutiques. I was a little iffy about the length, but after putting it on, I realized the more leg I showed, the better. Why should I be the only one uncomfortable? I knew Callum would be focused on my toned legs because he loved to touch them. Whether he was rubbing his hands up and down them, or using his lips as he kissed along them, he never failed to deliver them attention. He especially loved to hike one leg up and fuck me hard, or throw both over his shoulders as he ate me out.
My lace panties were growing damp from the memories alone, and I forced them out of my mind. I stood in front of the mirror and focused on the dress. I’d often attended various charity and social events back home in Los Angeles. Not many here would recognize me as Logan Courtland’s daughter, but regardless, I still had the family name to uphold. Both my father and uncle were always photographed at these events. The two would wear custom tuxedos which would draw the attention of any female around. Then, there was my mother. She was always so stunning, her beauty and grace on display for all to see.
Realizing that she might like to see me in my dress, I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures of myself. I then sent them to her. Returning to the mirror, I ran one hand over the lace. The dress had a low cut sweetheart neckline, cinched waist, and asymmetric hem which paired perfectly with my blood red pumps in the same shade as the dress. It was also strapless which I knew Callum would appreciate because it would be much less work to get off of me. I had no doubt in my mind that we would end up in bed tonight, and the anticipation of it was the only thing stopping me from calling this whole evening off. I could sit here and veg out with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, and experience the same sort of shame in the morning.
I was about to grab my things and head to the event a little earlier than expected until my phone rang. I immediately knew from the ringtone who the caller was. I smiled as I answered. “Mama!”
“I just got your pictures and you look so beautiful. Where are you going all dolled up?”
“Don’t you remember me talking about a holiday party to benefit one of the local children’s homes here in Chicago?”
