Chapter 3 3

Regaining my composure I went to the doorbell. It must be Williams' childhood friends. I swing the door open to see two men.

They are tall, probably the same height as William or not. They look breathtaking, all hot. I was just staring at them until one cleared his throat,

"Are you done checking us out and will you ask us to come in?" The one on the right said.

He was tall but surely not as tall as William. He was well built, and looked very cute. I'm Sure there would be no trace of fat in him, all muscle. He had a very shiny blonde hair and a firm and well chiseled jaw.

I flushed deep crimson.Arrogant and cocky, just like William. I sigh.

"Good day, sir. I'm sure you are here to see William. " I said as I stepped aside for them to walk in and headed in front of them.

"I'm sure we can negotiate and I can be there to see you. " He said walking up to me and slinging his arm around my shoulder, I wriggled his arm from my shoulder. He's a flirting teen.

"That can't and won't be negotiated. "I said with my sweetest smile.

"Ethan, I don't think Emily will be happy about this."

Ethan. So that's his name perv.

"David,Emily doesn't care,"why are they talking around me?

"So you won't mind if I tell her?" David asked, his voice was laced with amusement.

"Of course I mind and if you tell her it won't be funny." Ethan said in an exasperated tone.

Wow. So childish. I thought only girls talk like this.

"Just asking."

We got to the patio and I could see William in all his glory sitting on the chair. He looked like he was grinning at me but it was probably at his friends.

"See now you've made my flirting on this lady go to waste, what's your name? He asked

I ignored him. When we got to William he gave his friends that man hug.

"Ummm...Olivia why don't you get us the snacks from Elizabeth?"

"Alright, sir."

I was walking out when Ethan grabbed onto my waist.

"So your name is Olivia.

I shot out of his grasp and scurried away. I heard the faint voice of William telling him he didn't like it.

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William's friends just left and Amelia is coming for dinner today with the prince, Vincent. I know it's Mrs Hubert that urged her to invite him. Some parents don't allow their children to make decisions for themselves they feel they know best and those children are too stupid, letting their parents control them when they are of age to make their life changing decisions. Marriage is a life decision and should not be changed. Married couples are meant to stay together till death, love and be loyal to each other but nowadays you can just call off the marriage with some sheets of paper telling you that you guys are divorced, something that was sworn and promised in the presence of God. That's why many young couples divorce now because they are mostly forced into the relationship for convenience and are sad for the rest of their life.

"Dinner's served." Elizabeth announced through the intercom attached to their rooms. Mr and Mrs Hubert came back a few hours and Amelia and the prince were just arriving.they all came to the dining room and took their seats . Elizabeth gave me the dishes to serve and then I saw the prince. The prince was tall, very attractive and you could tell he worked out alot but he wasn't attractive and tall like William but he was more manly.

Why am I comparing him to William?

I served up all the dishes on the table and when I was leaving William called me.

"Yes sir."I answered.

"Please help me pick up my fork."

I looked down and didn't see the fork so I gave him a confused look, couldn't he just pick it? Once everyone knew what he asked they continue talking including William.

"It's under the table." He said with a mischievous smirk on his face. He better not be up to anything bad.

I contemplated answering him until Mrs hubert shouted,

"What are you doing still standing there?"

"Alice, don't shout at her" Mr Hubert warned with a scary look on his face.

"I can do anything I want."

They were now arguing. Just giving the prince a bad impression of their marriage. Not that their marriage is bad, Mrs Hubert is

Just.....just one of a kind. Yeah, that's the word to describe her. One of a kind in a bad way. I went under the table to get it.

I reached for the fork when I felt a touch on my butt. Kneading and groping. That familiar ache in my womb forming and wetting my panties. I gasped as my head shoot up, hitting the table. I groaned inwardly and quickly grabbed the fork until his fingers contacted with my wetness, making me whimper. Damn!!

Why is this man, this sexuallyblessed with wonderful fingers? Why can he do so much work with his fingers? I wonder what his mouth can do too. I whimpered when I felt his hand make contact with my clit. I groaned.

What the fuck do you think you're doing under the table letting this man, your boss' son who is a witch touching you intimately?

Snap out of it. My brain kept telling me but as we all know my foolish side was telling me to enjoy this while it lasts. He sure knows how to make someone feel good........

"What are you still doing under that table?Is afork too hard for you to pick? Mrs Hubert yelled, washing all my Arousal off of me and bringing me back to reality. I jerked up and hit my head on the table again. William removed his hands from my backside, patting it and I stood up from under the table and placed the fork in his hand. A shiver ran down my spine as he was licking the middle finger of his right hand, his green eyes darkening with lust and a glint of violet in them.

I smoothed my dress, leaving the dining room to kitchen. Only to discover my lace panties have been taken away from me. That's a kinky bastard! How could I not have known?

Whore! My brain yelled at me.

Just yesterday I was still hoping that my first orgasm would be on my wedding night. Not that I haven't been kissed before but it was by a sloppy drunk guy. I still remember it everyday so slimy and he reeked of alcohol and also I have been kissed by Leo. And now, I'm here wanting to feel his arms all over my body, craving his fingers between my legs.

Many people have different gifts like painting,acting and so on, but he just had to have his fingers. Those freaking fingers.

I still can't believe he got away with my panties?

Horny, careless bitch, that's what you are, I said at the back of my mind.

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The early encounter had been forgotten as I cleared up the kitchen alone. Yes, all alone. Elizabeth had to rest because she was thoroughly worn out. She should teach me how to cook one of her dishes so I can do some work for her so that she doesn't stress herself too much.

The prince had gone long ago, surely to tell his people how troublesome Mrs Hubert is. I wonder what made her like this.

Why the fuck do you keep making other people's problem your own? My mind asked me.

Because that's how my mother raised me, I fired back. I knew deep down she was right. That's my only weakness, caring for people who don't give a fuck about me.

I hurried up with my cleaning and went to my room, took my bath, brushed my teeth and tucked myself into bed alone.

A wave of exhaustion hit and I drifted away, Into a beautiful place called sleep.

He looked so beautiful with sweat dripping from his face to his shoulder length curls,

damping them in the process. Those glittering green eyes staring at me as if he could see through me. His sinful pink tongue darted out and licked his bottom luscious lip.

F.uck....

Someone please tell me why I'm dreaming of my boss's son.

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