“Do I bring my lovers back to the house?”
It was hard to imagine strange men coming to my property. I didn’t care that they were fucking my wife. But I didn’t want them snooping around. “I’d prefer if you went to their place. I’m not thrilled about the idea of random men staying at my estate.”
“Fine. Will you wear a wedding ring?”
The question was absurd. “No.”
“So, I have to wear one, but you don’t?”
“It’s different.”
“You mean, it’s sexist?” she countered.
“Actually, yes. I’ll get one for the ceremony, but after that, I’ll never wear it. It’s not uncommon to see a man without a wedding ring. In fact, it’s more common.” I turned my head back to her and studied her steely gaze. “You want me to wear one?”
“Not at all. Just curious.”
“Any other questions?” I didn’t have any rules laid out because it was unnecessary. This was a total sham. All we had to do was pretend once in a while.
“Is there anything you expect out of me?”
I didn’t have any expectations at all. “I already told you my life is about working, drinking, and fucking. Don’t get in the way of that, and we won’t have any problems. It’s that simple.” I pushed off the counter and righted myself. “I’ll see you Saturday.”
She glided her palm over my abs and slowly moved it up to my chest, worshiping the fitness of my body. Her nails slightly clawed at my skin before she made her way down to my happy trail once more. Naked and with perfect, firm tits, she was another notch on my bedpost. “So, you’re getting married tomorrow?”
“Yes.” With one hand behind my head, I stared at the high ceiling and the original moldings that were present when this estate was built hundreds of years ago. It’d been renovated, but some of the classic touches remained.
“She doesn’t mind sharing her fiancé with another woman?”
I wasn’t her fiancé. “No.”
Her hand moved down to my soft dick, wanting to get me hard again so I could make her come.
I was spent for the night.
She pouted at my resistance. “Come on…fuck me.” She gently massaged my balls.
My dread for the following day disappeared as she forced my dick to harden. I would take her on all fours, so I could stare at that fine ass as I pounded her until she buckled underneath me.
“There he is…” She pressed her face into my lap and started to suck.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, listening to the loud sucking noises her lips made as she tried to get the whole thing in her mouth.
My phone started to ring on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen even though I intended to ignore it, and I saw my sister’s name on the screen. There was no woman in the world who could get me to ignore that phone call.
I pushed her off me and took the call, walking to the window with the phone pressed to my ear. “Lily, will you be there tomorrow?” When I stood at the open window, I looked across the lit grounds to the iron gates that separated my property from the public.
Her silence was her answer.
I stared at the darkness of the night and felt the disappointment in my chest. “How are you?”
“I don’t know… About the same.” She sighed into the phone, like it was pressed right against her ear as she lay in bed. “I take three steps forward but two steps back.”
“At least you’re making some progress.”
“But not enough progress…”
This wedding was a hoax, but it was the only wedding I would ever have. I wanted my sister to be there, the only person in my family I actually liked. But Mother’s death and Father’s ludicrous behavior pushed her to the edge…and now she was too far gone. “I understand.” I couldn’t push her if she wasn’t ready.
“I’m sorry I won’t be there…”
“Me too.”
“Who’s the girl?”
“Her name is Arwen. She’s an opera singer.”
“She sounds accomplished… Do you like her?” Distant tears were audible in her voice, probably pained that she couldn’t give me the answer I wanted. But she had to work on herself right now. Nothing else was important.
She had an attitude that rivaled a stallion. Her mouth could unleash insults faster than bullets left a gun. She wasn’t afraid to slap me when I deserved it—and even stab me if I deserved it. “She’s fine.”
“She’s fine?” Lily knew I was marrying Arwen because I was being coerced into doing it, but she still found my response comical. “Is she pretty?”
She had an hourglass figure and a lovely face to match. Even if she didn’t have such an incredible voice, she could probably charm the crowd on looks alone. Men tossed roses on the stage every night, not because of her pipes, but because of her tits. “She’s fine.”