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  The longer it took for Ash to respond, the more worried I started feeling. I was beginning to think the worst, even though I told myself everything was fine. But for some reason, it didn’t feel that way at the moment.

  There was a strong feeling in my chest that things weren’t right. It was just a vibe I felt. Did he maybe think I was breaking up with him? The way I had phrased the message could maybe lean in that direction. I considered sending a text saying that wasn’t the case but decided that that would do more harm than good.

  Ash wasn’t the kind of person to avoid confrontation, and that wasn’t what I wanted to talk about anyways. I was sure that he was just busy, maybe about to start his second show, and after that was done, he would message back, and then we could talk.

  11. (Sebastian)

  Though I was very much tempted to continue to flaunt my influence for Bella, I was fixed on the qualm of whether or not I should send someone to get her, or if I should fetch her myself. I settled on the thought that it would be better if I went myself. After all, there were quite a few things that shouldn’t be discussed with a third party around. Besides, I already knew the way and had no trouble remembering how to get to her apartment on my own after driving her home the first night we spent together.

  I parked my car on the street, slipping some change into the meter. We wouldn’t take too long, so a couple quarters would do. I leaned against my Mercedes, sunglasses in hand, my devilish charms drawing attention from some of the girls who walked by. I grabbed my phone from my leather jacket.

  I’m here.

  Since I wasn’t exactly sure which apartment was hers, I thought better than to try to navigate my way through the many complexes. Like most of the nicer apartment buildings on the Lower East Side, the door was behind a locked gate. Then my phone buzzed as a response came in from Bella.

  I’ll be down soon, hun!

  I sighed and walked back to my car to lean against it again. I would just wait for her to appear and grace me with her beauty. She didn’t take long to come out, which was something I noted. She didn’t waste time and was true to her word, and I couldn’t help but smile and kiss her gently on the cheek when she came bouncing up towards me.

  “Miss me?” she joked.

  I nodded.

  “You know I did,” I murmured against her, and Bella giggled as I gave her another peck on the cheek.

  What I was feeling wasn’t necessarily as real as I might want it to be, more so just a result of being enamored by the moment. We had only just met, after all, and to me, Bella was just an escape from other thoughts and emotions—she wasn’t necessarily someone I was genuinely pursuing, at least not for that type of relationship…but it wasn’t the time to be concerned with that.

  “Can we go? I’m starving,” she said in between kisses. She wrapped her arms around my waist. “I thought we were going to go get breakfast.”

  “We were indeed, but I see something much more delectable in front of me,” I teased in a low voice, making Bella blush. “But if it is breakfast you want, I guess that can be accommodated.”

  I drew away from her despite her half-hearted, teasing protests, and opened the passenger-side door. “Shall we be on our way?”

  “If we must, I guess,” she replied, sliding into the seat and strapping herself in.

  I walked around to the other side, realizing with mild amusement that I overdid it with the parking meter. Well, whoever parked there next was going to be very pleased.

  We headed towards our quaint little breakfast place in the upper area of the city—an expensive French establishment that served authentic crepes and delicate-tasting mimosas. It was one of my favorite places to take someone to impress them, mainly because I knew the wait staff and often conversed with them in mixed French and English. The food was also just unarguably delicious, and it was an easy choice, even not knowing Bella’s preferences in terms of breakfast foods. After all, there are so many ways to have a crepe. When we arrived, Bella looked around with excitement.

  “This is the place?” she asked.

  By the look on her face, she was taken by the paintings on the wall. Michelangelo adorned the many canvases that the restaurant featured. The staff was well-dressed as they were well-mannered.

  “Of course. Why would I take you somewhere only for it to be a decoy?”

  “I don’t know, there’s a lot of things you might do,” she responded, and I shook my head in mock disappointment.

  “Bella, is that what you think of me?” I leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “I know there are several things you’d probably like me to do, even here, with everyone watching.”

  I lightly kissed her ear, then with the tip of my tongue, grazed her ear lobe to wet it. Bella’s face went red, and she turned away slightly before composing herself.

  “You made it clear we were going to wait for such things.”

  “Maybe I’m tired of waiting.”

  “Well, that’s your problem, not mine,” she quipped.

  “I think you’re going to regret that later, when I make you beg.” I raised my eyebrows, smirking.

  “Try me,” she said, lifting her chin, giving me the illusion of looking up at me. It was cute that she thought she might be more intimidating than me.

  “Oh, I plan to; don’t you worry about that.” I winked.

  I was cut off from further teasing when the hostess approached us.

  “Your reservation for ten, Mr. Léon?” she asked.

  I nodded, and the hostess ushered us into the small restaurant. There were only three other people dining—another couple, and a single older businesswoman reading a mass-market paperback fantasy novel—but the place managed to feel full and lively nonetheless. It was something about the energy of the staff, the music that they were playing over the speakers, and the warmth of the decorations. The hostess seated us at a table tucked away by the window, then disappeared to return with menus for drinks and breakfast items.

  “Is there anything you would like to begin with, Mr. Léon?” she asked, and I smiled and nodded.

  “Will you bring out two mimosas? And two of your best sweet crepes, please.” I turned to Bella then, who was looking over the menu with some interest. “Would you like anything else, my lady?”

  She looked up, seeming almost surprised that I would ask her, and with a pang, I was reminded of my dates with Lillian, how she reluctantly trusted me to choose food for her. I wondered if Bella would trust me in the same manner, or if she was even used to this kind of treatment. Though she seemed right at home here, in her sheer chiffon blouse and mini skirt paired with thigh-high socks, despite the fact that her apartment might’ve suggested something a bit lower in caliber. She was, nonetheless, exquisite.

  “Whatever you ordered sounds fine I think I’ll go with your experience for now,” she said with a little laugh, leaning forward as she handed the menus back to the hostess.

  I watched her as her body shifted beneath her blouse. I would say I was a man with a bit more class, but I couldn’t help myself as my eyes involuntarily moved to her chest, and she had to snap me out of it.

  “Do you usually come here for breakfast?” Bella asked, flattered. “You seem quite familiar with the place.”

  “It’s one of my favorites,” I replied.

  The drinks came out quick as a waitress placed them on our table, and I turned to her and nodded. I took a sip, savoring the marriage of flavor—the tartness of the oranges, the subtle sweetness of the champagne, the sensory touch of the carbonation. It might be difficult to mess up a mimosa, but to make one that was truly a masterpiece, that was not easy.

  “This is delicious,” Bella said, voicing my thoughts as she took a sip of her drink. “I can already see why you like this place so much,” she said with a purr. “I, for one, wouldn’t mind coming here much more often.”

  I smiled. “Well then, you best try to please me, Bella. Because if you keep looking like that, I won’t be able to resist taking you out
for nearly every meal.”

  I thought I would try something a little different, a little devilish. I was feeling up for some spontaneity, and the lust I was feeling in the current setting with Bella was over flooding my mind with desire. Without making eye contact with her, I laid my hand on her bare leg.

  “Keep your eyes forward,” I said with utmost authority.

  Bella did as she was told. I then moved my hand up her thigh, following the warmth that was radiating between her legs. My middle finger instinctively moved to touch the lace of her panties, and Bella let out a small moan, stopping herself as she was reminded that she was in public. I could tell she wanted me to continue pushing my finger inside her—but I knew I had power over her at the moment, and didn’t want to lose it quite yet. Nothing was sexier to me than knowing I was at the top of the power hierarchy.

  My finger became a little more soaked with Bella’s juices. And this got me instantly hard underneath the tablecloth. I wanted to keep persisting, wanted to make her fight the progressive moan, and being in public made me even harder. I grasped one side of her panty with the back of my thumb and pushed my middle finger into her already wet entrance.

  She relaxed into my finger and started riding it gently as if it were the salvation of all hormonal earthly pleasures. I leaned into her more, to get a better angle, so the tip of my finger was now touching her g-spot, and I knew I had her finished. Bella’s face became even more flush; my cock became even harder. Her breasts perked up against her blouse, revealing her supple nipples through the cloth.

  Suddenly the waitress came out from the corner with our food in hand, and I withdrew my finger from her sweet flower, leaving her dripping wet on the fabric of that French chair. We both guiltily waited as the waitress laid out the food on the table. We quickly composed ourselves and promptly started eating like nothing had happened, leaving Bella quite unsatisfied.

  12. (Sebastian)

  After finishing up at the French café, it was onto my surprise for the day. I had a bit more planned than just going back to my apartment. I knew Bella would agree with doing something fun while it was still daylight, even if it meant having to put off having my way with her off. There would be plenty of time for that later in the evening.

  For the current moment, all I wanted to do was distract myself, and spoiling Bella seemed to be a good way to do that. I wanted to enjoy our time before the event, at which point I was thinking we would need to drop by her place so that she could get changed into an appropriate outfit.

  “Where are we going?” Bella asked when she realized that the way I was driving was not the way back to my place.

  “You’ll see,” I said, pleased with the way she squirmed in her seat from anticipation and curiosity. “I can promise you you’re going to love it.”

  We turned a corner, coming into one of the expensive shopping neighborhoods of the city, and I pulled up at a valet service, going around to the passenger side of the car to help Bella out before paying the valet.

  “Why are we here?” she asked, looking around at the shops.

  The windows were carefully orchestrated with displays of avant-garde mannequins dressed in the finest clothes and most expensive shoes. The people around us all had the same air of power and luxury that I exuded, but no one gave Bella a strange look. Despite her origins, she fit right in regardless of their trained eyes.

  “Care to take a guess?”

  Bella took a few more moments to take everything in; her face lit up, and a small smile crept onto her face as she realized what her little surprise might be.

  “You’ve decided I need to wear something else for tonight?”

  “My darling, you would shine even if you showed up in nothing more than a t-shirt. But I want you to blind them, to know the power that you hold.”

  I looked her in the eyes as I said this, knowing I was thinking of someone else. Sure, Lillian wouldn’t fit in like Bella would; Bella could show up in anything she’d like and instantly be the center of attention—but Lillian was defiant in a way that Bella could never be. Lillian would’ve seen past the glitter and the noise and seen the atmosphere for what it really was: an artistic escape for the rich and powerful.

  I pushed those thoughts aside as I put my arm around Bella’s shoulders, guiding her into the boutique where we were greeted by several of the shop’s stylists, ready to assist. We were currently the only ones in the shop—it was one of those fancy places where the clothes were so expensive that it was closer to a showroom than a department store. There was a lavish waiting area with minimalistic decoration, all the items being in the back.

  “Please take a seat. Is there anything we can help you find today?” one of the stylists asked, guiding us over to the couches.

  “We have an event to attend to in the evening, and I would like to make sure my companion shines,” I said as he took a seat, gesturing to Bella. She was standing in front of me now, looking around the boutique in wonder.

  “Of course. Understood. Is there anything else you would like me to look for?”

  I considered the offer for a moment and then shook my head. There were a few other stores I wanted to take Bella, but those would better cater to the more inappropriate thoughts I had rushing through my mind.

  “No, that will be all, thank you.”

  “Of course,” the woman replied with a smile and then turned to Bella. “Do you know your measurements, my dear, or would you like me to take them?”

  “I don’t know them off the top of my head,” Bella replied, clearly a little embarrassed.

  I don’t think she’d ever been to a boutique where there were assistants to take measurements before trying on the clothes. Much to her surprise, the people who worked there were all very down-to-earth.

  A pair of beautiful, almost identical blonde-haired girls walked out in perfect unison, measuring tape in hand, ready to take Bella’s measurements. After being given the cue from the shopkeeper, the two girls took great precision in measuring Bella’s every curve, anywhere they could possibly measure a seam. After thoroughly checking for mistakes and double-checking their work, they disappeared into the back.

  “We’ll bring some suitable pieces out, and then you can tell us what you would like to try on,” one of the girls explained to Bella, clearly picking up on the fact that she hadn’t been to any place like this before. “If you have any preferences for style, let us know. Otherwise, we’ll do our best to find what will be most flattering on you.”

  “Thank you. I think I’ll trust you on picking something out,” Bella said, and then the girl disappeared to the back to help her partner find some suitable options.

  “I definitely can’t afford anything here,” Bella said with a little laugh as she turned towards me.

  “There’s no need to worry about that,” I said with a wave of the hand. “It is my pleasure to make you shine, my jewel.”

  In the next moment, I felt a deep sense of regret. Why was I saying these things? The way I felt was a bit like being lost, like something wasn’t right—I felt like I was ‘pretending’ to want something more with this girl.

  Here was this beautiful, peppy spitfire, with the body of a goddess, ready to jump into bed with me at any given moment. I knew it was so easy to win girls over with the things I could do with money…and power…but deep down, despite all of the authority I possessed, I could feel a sense of emptiness. But the more that Lillian popped up into my mind, the more I started to resent the power I possessed.

  Snapping me out of my daydream, a team of employees came rushing out with pieces of clothing, holding up several dresses. Bella was in awe of the selection, and I started to feel my insides churn into a state of uneasiness. I was beginning to feel the conflict that existed inside my mind, my interest in two women.

  “I cannot believe you can afford all of this,” Bella said in a whisper. She looked up at me with puppy dog eyes.

  Then she caught me staring down at her chest, and that smile turned m
ore mischievous.

  “In more ways than one,” I gave her a quick squeeze on the thigh.

  “Is that so?” She leaned into me more, pressing her bosom into my arm, knowing full well what she was doing, gently bouncing up and down.

  I was picturing what it would be like if I were to suddenly pin her down with my muscular forearms and start kissing her neck. I had a sturdy build, being a regular at the gym, and being six-foot-three, I intimidated a lot of women.

  So when I gave her a stern look as a warning that we were in public, she quickly contained herself, knowing that there would be consequences. Out of nowhere, the two girls came back out from the back, swooping in with a rack full of clothes and a pillow of jewels and accessories.

  They arranged all of the pieces one by one on hooks and displayed them on the opposite wall. Then they stepped back to let Bella take in her options. She looked in amazement at how beautiful each piece was; they looked like they were made for the Oscars, and there were many pieces to choose from.

  There was a floor-length gown in a beautiful blush pink silk that I pictured on Bella and how it would accentuate her curves quite nicely. The fabric would shift to change hue in the light but was also very form-fitting in the right places. There was another dress, which showcased layers of delicate lavender lace, creating an opacity that became see-through every so often while hanging on the rack. There was a huge slit down the middle.

  And there was another nice dress. It had one of those petticoats but was a lighter cream color. It might’ve been missed if not pointed out by the stylists. It had layers of white silk chiffon and organza, with a high waist and fluffy skirt, crystals sprinkled in between the layers like little drops of rain or sugar.

  The final one was unassuming at first, but on closer inspection was probably the most intricate of the group. It was a short, body-con dress, with princess seams instead of darts, all the pieces cut in such a way to create an illusion of exaggerated curves. What was so complicated about it was the pattern of the fabric it was made out of—a shimmering watercolor landscape print—and how it had been sewn together in such a way that the seams did not interrupt the flow of it.