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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Barista to Sugar Baby {Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 19.3k

Warnings: Sugar baby/daddy relationship, foot fetish, reader wearing high heels, fake dating, pool sex, unprotected sex, foot job, oral sex (female receiving), confessions

Comments: Coming to your coffee shop everyday because you have become the muse for his next script, Javi G offers you the deal of a lifetime. Becoming his sugar baby.

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

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Pulling into the empty parking spot, Javi gets out of his Ferrari that he had shipped over from Mallorca. He grabs his laptop and notebook before locking the car and making his way to his favorite cafe. It’s small, relatively quiet for Venice Beach and it just so happens to have his latest muse working there: you.

He sits down at his regular table, opening his laptop and notebook ready to take notes when you come over, a smile on your face. “Hey stranger. Double espresso and a pan au chocolat?” You assume and he chuckles, nodding before you walk off to get his order. He watches you go, taking note of your gait and the sway of your hips. When you return with his coffee and pastry, you set it down and smile at him again, making his stomach twist. “One of these days you’re gonna order something different.” You tease, “and I’m still gonna get you that exact order out of habit.”

Javi laughs, enjoying the way that your eyes sparkle and the flash of your teeth as you smile. It’s genuine, not just a smile to get a larger tip. Although, you already know that he’s going to be leaving you a tip larger than the bill. While he didn’t understand American tipping, when in Rome…”And when you do, I won’t complain.” He teases back, flashing his own bright smile back at you, imagining this scene in the new screenplay he is writing.

“That’s a good thing. No refunds allowed here. Boss’s orders.” You joke, enjoy his scoff, knowing he’s witnessed your boss being an asshole to staff in front of the customers. You bite your lip, wondering if you should be rude and ask but the curiosity has been eating away at you. “What are you writing?” You ask, hoping he isn’t offended.

“Oh.” Leaning back in surprise, he looks down at the laptop and then back up at you. “I am working on my next script.” He explains. “I- write scripts- have written scripts and the last one did so well, I’m hoping this one does too.” He’s flustering slightly, well aware that he finds you very attractive and that the reason that he is here is so he can observe you for the character in his movie. “Have you seen Nic Cage’s newest movie?” He asks, wondering what you thought of it. Or if it had appealed to you.

You nod, “are you kidding? I love Nic Cage. I think I’ve seen every single movie of his…including the Croods.” You confess, a little flustered. “When I heard he had a new movie out, I was there at midnight. I can watch Peggy Sue Got Married over and over again.” You admit, having been a movie nerd while growing up, obsessed with the costume design.

Just when he thought you couldn’t be more perfect. “Really?” His eyes light up and grins up at you. “I love Peggy Sue Got Married. So the movie that Nic was in - I wrote that with him.” He tells you excitedly. “Javi Gutierrez, that’s me.” He doesn’t want to brag, but he is extremely excited that you know the movie and he can talk about it with you. Since parting ways with Gabriella - she didn’t want to stay in America - he has been surprised by his attraction to you.

Your eyes widen, “you wrote that? Wow. I- that’s incredible. You must love being around all the movie production and cast and -”

Your boss cuts you off, coming back over to you, “enough chit chat. You’ve got tables to clean.”

Your smile falls and you turn to look at Javi, offering him a small shrug. “Hey. Can I talk to you about some extra shifts?” You ask your boss quietly.

Javi watches you talk to your boss, not particularly caring for the way that the man was speaking to you. He was brash, too abrupt, making your eyes dim slightly. Your shoulders round, obviously not happy with what you are hearing and you nod meekly, a gesture Javi was very accustomed to when he was dealing with his cousin Lucas. You turned and went back to the kitchen, making him wonder what you had talked to him about that made you so sad.

You really need those extra shifts that your boss just denied you. You sigh, wiping away the errant tear that escaped before you compose yourself and head back out there, walking over to Javier’s table. “Would you like another coffee?”

Javi reaches out, touching the back of the hand that is on the table. “What is wrong?” He asks gently, seeing the distress underneath the happy smile you are trying to paint on. He knows that he’s just a guest in your work, but he feels like he’s gotten to know your spirit over the past few weeks.

You glance back over to see the manager has retreated back to his office and you sigh, deciding to confess to a somewhat stranger. “My boss won’t give me more shifts and I need them. Badly. I just - I want to go to art school for costume design - it’s what I moved here for - and now I can’t afford it. I am trying to make ends meet and put money aside but it’s hard.” You seem to deflate with the confession, feeling like a failure.

Javi has money, all of the fortune he had held. The courts determined that his money was separate from the ‘family business’ and didn’t seize it. His eyes widen and he knows he wants to help. “Let me help you.” He blurts out, swallowing when you look at him in surprise. “I can pay you.”

You immediately shake your head, “no. No. I- I can’t accept and I’m…I’m not that kind of girl. Not that there’s anything wrong with sex workers but I just - I don’t do that. I’m sorry. Plus I can’t accept your money.”

His eyes widen in horror as he realizes you think he was soliciting you. “No! No, nothing like that.” He promises, shaking his head vehemently. “Nothing sexual. I- I need dates.” He confesses, blushing slightly and looking around the cafe to make sure that no one is listening to your conversation. “I have a lot of meetings with people, studio execs and producers and I can feel them judging me when I come alone to dinner.” He explains. “I- want someone there beside me. Make conversation and laugh at my jokes.” He gives a small shrug. “I can pay you for that and I wouldn’t even ask for a kiss.”

You are surprised, wondering why this man has to pay to get a date when he’s so damn charming and handsome. “Why?” You blurt out and he frowns. “I mean, you’re smart and charming and sexy and I- I don’t understand…why me?” You ask, a frown on your own face as you wonder what he sees in you that makes him want you to be his escort.

“You are nice to everyone that comes in.” Javi tells you, flushing slightly at your insistence that he is sexy. You don’t know about his money or how much he has, so you aren’t just saying that. “You work hard and you always smile, even if you don’t want to.” He murmurs. “You deserve to have something good happen to you. You want to go to design school? I can help you.”

You bite your lip, unable to believe that he is interested in helping you. “I- I don’t - how can I -” You’re a little taken back that he noticed that bit about your smile. You lean closer, resting your hands on the chair in front of him. “I can’t accept your money.” You whisper, almost in shock with him offering to be so generous.

“Yes, you can.” Javi nods and looks down at his laptop. Reading the latest portions of the script that he had written about his character based off of you. “I want to help you. I can help you.”

You glance back at your boss, knowing he won’t give you any more shifts. “Can I think about it? Give you my answer tomorrow? I just - it’s a lot to accept and I don’t want to take advantage.” You wring your hands together.

Javi nods quickly, not wanting to push. In the end, it was up to you to determine if you were comfortable with it. “Absolutely.” He agrees, reaching in his pocket for a pen and scribbling down his phone number. “If you have questions, you can text me.” He offers as he slides the paper across the table. “If not, I’ll be here tomorrow for another day of writing.” He assures you. “Although if you say no, I won’t be upset.”

You nod, appreciating that he isn’t mad at you. You smile, deciding to get him another coffee before he leaves. “I- I’ll give you my final decision tomorrow.” You nod, walking off to get him another espresso.

Javi tries to go back to his writing, he does, but he’s too consumed by the idea of what he can do for you. Opening up another document and starting to outline things that he would be responsible for if you agreed to this arrangement. Here in the states, it’s called a sugar baby/sugar daddy arrangement. Quickly typing out ideas. Of course everything needed to be approved by you, but he’s sure that you will be shocked. Maybe even argue a little, but he’s wealthy enough that it won’t hurt him.

The next morning, you arrive at work, anxious and nervous to see Javi today. You are going to tell him no, you can’t accept that kind of money. Starting work, you serve customers, getting their morning brew and food, and your boss calls you over with a harsh shout of your name. You walk over to him, confused, and he shakes his head. “You gave that woman a double shot of espresso while she only paid for one.” He crosses his arms, waiting for your explanation.

“She’s a regular here. She comes in at least three times a week. I just - I wanted to reward returning customers. I can pay for it from my tips.” You tell him, knowing that the $1.00 for the extra shot won’t kill you.

“That’s it. I can’t deal with your ‘special treatment’ of customers anymore. You’re fired.” He says with finality.

“Fired? Why?” You argue back, confused and pissed off.

“Because you’re draining my business dry. Go get your shit. You’re done.”

Your shoulders slump, knowing there’s no use in arguing. You are fucked though. Your rent is due tomorrow and this shift was gonna give you the last amount you need to pay it. Taking off your apron, you toss it into the locker before you grab your purse, making your way out of the café when you literally bump into Javi who was making his way to see you. “Oofff. Sorry!” You grunt, stepping back from him. He frowns, glancing at your purse at the café, then back to you.

“Where are you going?" He asks you.

“I am going home. I just got fired.” You shake your head, tears stinging in your eyes from your defeat.

“Fired?” He crinkles his brow and shakes his head. “Why the hell would you be fired? Half the customers in the café come because of you.” He had noticed a lot of the regulars were there because of your sunny attitude and warm smile. The way you remembered their names and made them feel special. You shake your head, give a small shrug and he hates seeing you about to cry. “Come, let me buy you breakfast somewhere else?” He offers. “You shouldn’t drive while you are upset.”

You nod, wanting to give yourself some time to forget about your financial woes. You swallow harshly, letting him guide you towards his car. “Oh wow. It’s - it’s beautiful.” You don’t even want to touch the paint of his bright red Ferrari but he opens the door for you and helps you in. You settle into his car, admiring the pure luxury as he gets into the driver's side. “I’m sorry about this. I’m sure you just wanted to go to your usual place for your coffee.” You tell him as he begins to drive.

“Don’t worry about that.” He shakes his head and tosses you a grin after he stows his laptop bag. “You can be waited on for a bit.” He wants to make you smile, give you a bit of brightness since you are so upset. “Where do you want to eat? Or should I pick? It’s my treat.”

“There’s this cute breakfast place a few blocks away. I used to go there all the time when I first moved here but now I can’t afford it. I mean, I can pay for myself today.” You correct yourself, not wanting him to think you’re taking advantage. You know his offer is still on the table but you are hesitant, not wanting him to think you’re a gold digger.

Javi starts the engine before he looks over at you. “It is just good manners that when a man asks a woman out, he pays for her.” He insists quietly. “Please, let me show you some brightness today.”

You smile, knowing he’s being sincere. “Okay. I appreciate it.” You offer him a soft smile before you look out of the window, trying to stop yourself from staring at him. He’s far too handsome for this to be real. He wants to pay for your school while you go on dates with him. Not even requiring a kiss. It’s too good to be true. He pulls up outside of the restaurant and rushes around to open your door, taking your hand to help you out of the low car. “Thank you.” You say once you’re standing, and your hand tingles from where he’s still holding it.

“You are welcome.” Javi guides you into the café and you are quickly seated in a cute little spot. The place is obviously popular and he grins when he sees mimosas on the menu. That should help you relax and hopefully make you feel a bit better. “I don’t know about you, but I think when you get fired, you should drink mimosas.” He tells you. “With plenty of water so you don’t get dehydrated of course.” He adds with a chuckle. “What do you think? Pomegranate mimosas or Mango Strawberry Bellinis?”

You giggle, “the pomegranate mimosas sound incredible.” You don’t remember the last time you indulged in a brunch and you can’t help but imagine doing this every Sunday with the man in front of you. God, he’s so charming and funny. You know you could easily fall in love with him and that’s what worries you about accepting his offer.

“So…is your offer still on the table?” You ask after you’ve eaten your food. Your belly is full and Javier has been nothing but friendly and so goddamn wonderful.

Javi perks up, wiping his mouth after his last bite and nods. “It is.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the paper he had printed last night. “All of this is negotiable and of course completely up to you, but this is a rough outline of what I meant.” He explains as he hands you the paper.

You stare at the paper after he hands it to you. The total monthly amount is staggering, more than you make in a year. “Javi. This is- this is more than I need for school.” Javi nods, “it’s for school and living. I need you to be available at all times so you won’t be able to get another job. I can pay for your living expenses.” He confirms and you frown, “this is more than what my apartment costs for six months let alone a month. I only live in a studio. I- wow. You’re serious about this?” You ask him, wanting to make sure this isn’t some kind of job.

“Absolutely.” He doesn’t mention that this will allow him to get to know you even better, to dive into the characterization that he wants to mold after you. “I will take you shopping for any dresses you will need, anything that you really want.” He adds, knowing that it will appeal to someone who wants to go to design school.

“Like Pretty Woman? Does that make you Richard Gere?” You joke, knowing this is crazy but you’d be a fool to turn down this opportunity. You’re getting nowhere fast and Javi may be your saving grace. It doesn’t hurt that you’re attracted to him. He chuckles, loving your movie reference. “That makes you Julia Roberts.” He responds with a wink and you lean closer, “just minus the sexy bath…unless you want that.” You tease, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

He bites his lip. Of course he would want the sexy bath scene from Pretty Woman, you are gorgeous. But he would never want to make you uncomfortable. “That would be completely up to you.” He promises. “I meant what I said, I don’t require you to give me anything beyond your time.” He reaches out and takes your hand gently. “I believe in keeping my word.”

You look down at his hand holding yours, a smile appearing on your face when you realize how safe you feel around him. “Okay. Okay. I - I want to do this.” You declare, squeezing his hand and you can’t believe this man is going to change your life.

“Fantastic!” Javi’s smile feels like it’s going to split his face. He lifts your hand and brushes the back of it with his lips, hoping you don’t mind that kind of contact. “Give me your information and I will transfer your monthly allotment right away. Let you get settled.” He lets go of your hand when the check comes and reaches into his pocket for his wallet, pulling out a black credit card.

You have seen a few of those cards in person when rich people would come into the cafe or their assistants would come in to get coffees using their card - that was the most occuring. "Thank you for lunch. It was delicious. I haven't eaten anything that good in a while." You admit, opening your phone to get your bank details for him. It has a pitiful amount in there so you hand it to him, flustered and embarrassed.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He catches the look on your face and shakes his head, quickly copying your banking information down so he can transfer the money to you. “I do not judge someone based on how much money they have.” He tells you as he sets up the transfer. “It’s about the type of person they are, and you are beautiful, inside and out.”

You take your phone once he’s gotten what he needs and you smile at his words. “Thank you. I- I know this isn’t - I know this isn’t conventional but I just want to say thank you for doing this. For choosing me.” You stand up, leaning over the table so you can kiss his cheek, brushing your lips against the stubble before you settle back in your chair. “Does this mean I have to call you my sugar daddy?” You tease, trying to calm your racing heart.

Javi chuckles, hitting send and watching the transaction go through. “Now you can.” He promises, sending you a small, playful wink. “Let me know if it’s not enough.” He instructs. “And we will go shopping sometime this week for some outfits for dinners.” He tells you. “This money is for you and your school. When we are together, you don’t even think of paying for anything.”

“I’m sure it’s enough.” You scoff, unsure of why he seems so adamant on giving you more than you need. “Okay. You get final choice on the clothes as I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. I - I just hope I’m up to this.” You tell him.

“You’ll be perfect” he promises you, loving how sincere you are in your emotions.

Javi checks his watch again, dismayed that only another minute had passed. Today is the first time he’s taking you out shopping. A dinner tomorrow night is planned and he’s honestly eager to hear how getting enrolled in school has gone. He plans on spoiling you, manicures and pedicures to start and then finding some perfect outfits.

You rush out of your studio apartment, walking towards Javi’s Ferrari that looks out of place in this part of town. He gets out to open your door, looking a little relieved to see you. “Sorry I’m late. I was trying to pick out a nice outfit which seems dumb since we are going shopping but I didn’t want the store workers to look down on me and I- sorry I’m rambling.” You cut yourself off. “Hi Javi.” You say softly, wanting to start again.

“Hi.” He gives you a smile before he glances back at your building with a frown. “Please tell me it’s safe on the inside?” He asks softly. He’s not judgmental, but your neighborhood is rough looking, and he hates to think about you in danger.

“It’s as safe as it can be. Thankfully I haven’t had any issues. It’s been okay. I’ve - it’s all I can afford.” You admit, noticing his frown. “Come on, sugar daddy. Let’s go.” You change the subject, getting into the car before he closes the door.

Javi rushes around the car and climbs in beside you. “I have a wonderful day planned, tresor.” He promises. “We are going to start off with pedicures and manicures.” Starting the car, he shoots you a grin. “Ready?”

You nod, excited as you look down at your nails. You weren’t allowed to wear polish at the cafe because your boss wouldn’t allow it so to be able to get a manicure has you exuberant. He speeds away from your curb , a smile on his face as he drives along the street. When you arrive at the salon, it’s probably the most expensive one you’ve ever seen, polished marble and gold accents everywhere.

“I go here.” Javi admits, flushing slightly. “I like the way they do spa pedicures.” He gets out of the car and walks around the front to open the door for you. “They even serve cocktails while you are in the chair.” He doesn’t admit that he can’t wait to see your feet all polished up and smooth. Never wanting to scare you off. It’s honestly something he’s never admitted to anyone.

You can’t help but grin, excited to try this. You admire the fact that he gets pedicures. Self care is important, no matter who you are. You let him guide you towards two awaiting staff who greet him to showcase that he’s a regular. “Come on sweetie. Let me show you to your chair.” The woman smiles, guiding you over to the plush looking massage chair. You follow her, sending Javier isn’t too far behind you and once you’re seated, she goes over the color choices.

“What do you think I should get?” You ask Javi.

“Whatever color you want.” Javi insists, although his eyes fall on the bright, cherry red that on the display case. “I never get polish.” He tells you with a grin. “I wouldn’t know where to begin on that, but the hot stones are a must.”

You notice his eyes drop to the cherry red. You are here for him after all so that’s the one you pick. “God, that sounds good. It’s been too long since I’ve had a massage of any kind.” You realize how your words sound and you flustered, the ladies giggling and Javi bites his lip to smother his smirk.

“We can arrange a leg massage, dear.” She quips and you nod, “thank you.”

He’s beaming, happy that you chose the color he loves. “We will have to arrange a spa day.” He offers. “Massages and steam rooms, hot stones and acupuncture.” He follows you over two the two chairs they indicated and starts to take off his loafers and roll up his pants. “It is my job to spoil you.”

You don’t argue with him this time, knowing it’s useless because he’s going to spoil you. That’s what sugar daddies are for. “Thank you.” You reach for his hand after you take your shoes off and settle into the chair beside him. He kisses the back of your hand and your heart thumps. “Always, tresor.” He winks and you remind yourself that he isn’t dating you. He just wants company.

Javi can’t help but stare at your feet for just a moment. Beautiful arches and toes. Stunning feet that he wants to touch. “What kind of heels do you prefer, tresora?” He asks as they start to run the hot water for you to soak. “I feel like you would have a favorite shoe.”

You bite your lip, pondering the question for a moment before you have your answer. “Stiletto sandals. Something about them just finishes off a dress. Jimmy Choo does these sandals that are diamond encrusted and God, they are $4000 but so so beautiful. Truly, they are art. Fashion should be art. I also believe affordable, well made and designed fashion should be available to everyone. Not just the rich and famous.”

“That is what you want to design?” He asks curiously, knowing he’s going to buy you that pair of Jimmy Choos. “Affordable fashion?” He’s intrigued by the idea, not that he gave much thought to what his clothes cost, he didn’t care as long as they were comfortable. You nod and he hums. “It sounds good, as long as it is comfortable.” He tells you with a smile. “I hate clothes that you can’t wait to strip off because they are uncomfortable.”

“I want a lot of things.” You confess while soaking your feet. “I want to design affordable, sustainable fashion, but I also want to design costumes. That’s my ultimate dream. To be a costume designer for the big movies? It’s why I moved out here. My ex said I was an idiot to chase my dream. Refused to move with me from our small town so I moved alone and I am glad I did. It’s been a struggle but if you don’t have a dream, what do you have?”

“Yes, yes!” Javi bobbles his head excitedly. “Exactly! You must have dreams.” He squeezes your hand where he is still holding it, almost forgetting he had been until that moment. “My family thought I was crazy to want to make movies, when we had…the family business, but I didn’t want that life.” He’s going to tell you, he just wants to wait a little longer before he tells you all about the family skeletons in his closet. “My ex could not stand leaving our island, so I had to make a choice.” He gives a small shrug. “So I am here, with you right at this moment. And I don’t regret it.”

You realize he’s still holding your hand and you fluster, gently taking your hand from his grip. “Where are you from?” You ask with sincere curiosity.

“Mallorca. It’s a beautiful island. You’d love it. Beaches, beautiful blue sea, little villages. It’s my home.” He grins, clearly still in love with his homeland.

“I’d love to go.” You sigh dreamily, imagining you and him walking along the beach hand in hand.

“You will. One day.” He vows, knowing he’d take you there tomorrow if you’d let him. You try to not believe him, knowing this arrangement isn’t forever.

“God, this feels good.” You moan when you put your feet in the hot water. “I’ve missed having a bath. My apartment only has a shower and my parents house has a bath so I’d soak a lot. Miss that.” You sigh, wiggling your toes.

Javi shifts in his seat, clearing his throat. The idea he had when he saw your building solidified even more in his mind. “Move in with me.” He blurts out. “I have more than enough room, you could have your own suite with a soaker tub.” He assures you, not wanting you to think he expected you to sleep in his bed. “My house is gated and there’s a security system. I’m going to worry about your safety in that building”

Your eyes widen at his request and you are surprised by the suddenness of him wanting you to live in his home. He barely knows you outside of you serving him coffee. “I- you want me to- Javi. It’s - it’s too much.” You shake your head and he squeezes your hand again.

“Please. I want to take care of you. I don’t want to worry every night about your safety, tresor.” You stare into those dark eyes, knowing that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, your pride and stubbornness can’t prevent you from enjoying this luxurious blip in your life.

“Okay.” You smile, “okay. I’ll move in.”

He blinks, having anticipated you turning him down or needing to think about it. “Great!” Javi breaks out into a relieved grin. “That is great, we can have you things moved in and you can decorate however you want. There is a bed in there already but you might want your own.” He rushes out. “We can get you a lock for the door if it makes you feel more secure. Plus I have a pool and a movie theater and all of Nic Cage’s movies.”

His enthusiasm makes you giggle. “I trust you Javi. I know you wouldn’t do anything bad. You have a good heart, I can tell. As for the Nic Cage movies, I want to watch Con Air first. You are - you’re my fairy godmother, Javi. My saving grace. I just - I don’t know how to thank you for all of this.”

He beams, grinning at you like you just handed him his favorite ice cream. “Just study hard and create your fashion line.” He insists, winking at you. “And let me spoil you before you are bored at social events and have to kick me to keep me awake.” He jokes happily.

You chuckle, "I will have to think of new ways to keep you awake." Your teasing makes him bite his lip and the urge to kiss this sexy, goofy, generous man is almost overwhelming but your pedicure distracts you when she begins to massage your foot. "Oh shit. That feels good." You moan, unable to stop yourself.

Javi’s cock twitches in his pants and he looks down to watch as the technician expertly massages your foot. Biting down harder on his lip as your toes curl and he loves the little whimper that you can’t help. “Feels good, tresor?” He hums, his throat suddenly dry and he barely even feels his own technician start to massage his foot.

You nod, eyes closing as you lean back in the seat. “So good.” You enjoy the massage, not noticing the dark look in Javi’s eyes. You relax fully, letting yourself enjoy the experience and soon, the tech is painting your nails the bright cherry red Javi liked. “You like the color?” You ask him, wanting him to be happy with it. You are his now to dress up. Almost like a real life barbie doll.

“Perfect.” Javi’s voice is a little rough and he covers it by taking a sip of his drink, noticing that you had finished yours as well. “Do you want another drink while they do the manicure?” He asks, willing to give you whatever you want. His eyes are still watching as the lady expertly applies the polish and places the curing light over your bluffed and scrapped toes.

"I'll have a water if that's okay?" You ask, knowing that you've had quite a few drinks and he is looking more and more kissable with each moment that passes. You can't believe a woman didn't want to be with this man and returned to their homeland. She must've been insane. He nods, "of course, tresora." You are soon seated for your manicure, deciding to go with the same color since Javi seems to love it.

Javi is seated next to you, grinning at the array of options you are being presented with and you turn to him to see what he approves of. “If you want the nails instead of a manicure, you can do that too.” He insists as his own technician starts to work on his cuticles. In horrible shape after biting his nails while working on the script. “You decide.”

You bite your lip, considering it, and you have never had long nails before, always keeping them short for work. You look at your hand and then back at the tech. "Let's do it. I want some claws." You joke, making her giggle, and she gets to work on your cuticles. "How often do you come here?" You ask Javi as he sits next to you at his own station.

“For me? At least once a month.” He says, looking over at you. “It helps keep me from biting my nails for a bit.” He grimaces and holds up the hand the technician isn’t working on. “Until I start again.” He rolls his eyes and lays his hand back down. “They insist twice a month might be better but I always feel slightly intimidated coming in by myself.” He looks around and leans in to lower his voice. “A lot of women wonder what the hell I am doing here.”

You scoff, "they shouldn't. They should be impressed that a man is taking pride in his appearance. My ex would barely shower, let alone get a pedicure. God, he would never ever get that and his feet-" You shudder at the memory. "I think it's great that you take care of yourself. It shows." You wink at him.

He can’t help but preen slightly, having gone a long time without a compliment from a beautiful woman. “Tell me tresor, what attracted you to this ex?” He asks curiously. Both for himself and for the character he was molding after you. “It seems like he did not have much to appeal to.”

You shake your head, "I was younger. Right out of high school and he was the star footballer. I was honored that he was even talking to me. We got together, he was my first everything. I was very awkward in high school, I didn't go to dances or on dates. I just studied and worked hard to get into college. I was going to leave for college the summer I met Jason but I stayed because my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer and Jason, he was there for me while my dad went through treatment. So I stayed and before I knew it, it was years later. I settled and one day, I woke up and decided that it was enough. It was time to chase my dream. So I told Jason and he said he didn't want to go with me so I left him. After I got here, I found out he'd been cheating on me with the girl who worked in the bar we would go to." You roll your eyes, "I wasn't sad when I heard that. I was relieved that I'd made the right choice."

“He was an imbecile.” Javi scoffs, shaking his head. “Although I am glad he didn’t come with you. So I could meet you and you would accept my idea.” He flashes you a smile. “Tell me about school. You must be excited to get started.”

You've never had a man so interested in your interests. Jason would just sweet talk you until you'd let him fuck you. Even if the man barely managed to make you cum. "I am so excited. It's all I've wanted to do since I arrived in L.A. I have my orientation next week since the semester starts soon and I am so freaking excited to be working with the professors. Some of them were costume designers."

“That is good.” Javi nods, sending you a smile. “When we are at dinner, you should make contacts. We will be meeting with a lot of important people. It will be good to know them when you are ready.” He hadn’t really thought of that before, but Nic had assured him that the way is paved in people who know people. “It could be a perfect starting point for your career as a costume designer yourself.”

You know he’s right. If he’s meeting producers and big movie execs, it could be your chance to get a foot into the door. “Seriously Javi, I don’t know how to thank you.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“Enough thanking me. Just enjoy yourself.” He urges and you nod, letting yourself relax again. Once your nails are done, you show them to an awaiting Javi who grins and takes your hand to kiss the back of it. “Stunning.” He murmurs, his eyes flicking up to meet yours and you fluster when the woman says “you make such a beautiful couple.”

He can see your hesitancy, unsure of how to answer since the two of you are not ‘together’ in the traditional sense. Instead of explaining to someone who will be seeing you again, Javi just smiles. “I am a lucky man, aren’t I?” He coos, kissing your hand again. “She’s beautiful, smart and one day - she will be a renowned Hollywood costume designer.” He tells her with absolute certainty before he lets go of your hand so he can pay for the spa trip. He handles the bill and pulls out cash to tip them. “I learned from you that cash in tips was better than adding it to the bill.” He credits you with a grin.

You grin back, proud that you have influenced him like that. Sometimes people with money can forget the small things in favor of convenience and you know it’s hard to adapt to helping people. “Come on, it’s shopping time then lunch.” Javi declares once you’re all paid up, his hand in yours as he guides you back to his car, opening the door for you.

Javi drives you over to Rodeo Drive, expecting that you would appreciate the irony of the Pretty Woman famous scene. “Where would you want to start?” He asks as he pulls into the valet station.

You are in awe of Rodeo Drive, having only driven past it on your way to somewhere else, and your eyes widen as you think about where you want to go first. You take Javi's hand as he ushers the valet away after he opens your door, wanting to be the one to help you out of the car. "Can we go to Carolina Herrera?" You ask, wanting to go for good quality classics.

“We can go wherever you want.” He promises as he starts to guide you towards the storefront you wanted. “Every shop here, if you wish.” He doesn’t have any limit on what he’s willing to buy you and he can have it delivered to his house if you buy too much to fit in the car. “Shall we see what their newest lines have out?”

You practically squeal, unable to believe you're even going into the store let alone actually trying something on. You feel a little underdressed as you walk in the store, the assistant stepping forward to greet Javi, her eyes immediately noticing his clothes, shoes, and Rolex. "How can I help you, sir?"

“My beautiful tresor wishes to browse and see if there is anything that interests her.” He tells the woman with a warm smile directed towards you, followed up by a small wink. “Whatever she wants.”

The woman's eyes flick over to you and she can immediately sense that you haven't been in a store like this before. "Very well. What are you looking for?" She asks you.

"Dresses. Uh, evening wear." You tell her, "preferably want silk or cotton. Sweetheart neckline or square suits me best. Nothing too short. A slit in the leg would be appropriate and I want it to be fitted once I find something I like. Do you have tailoring services?" You ask, knowing you sound a little demanding but this is your element, you know your stuff and it shows when the woman widens her eyes.

"Yes. Yes ma'am. Would you like to follow me to the dressing rooms and I will pick some options that I think will work for you."

You glance back at Javi, "you coming with me? I need a second opinion."

Javi nods, happy you want him to be a part of the process and follows you back towards the very luxurious dressing rooms. There is a large area in front of the rooms and comfortable seating for guests as they wait. “You know what you want.” He hums when the sales associate rushes off to start pulling dresses. “I find that admirable. I just choose what catches my eye when I am shopping for myself.”

“I know what works for me. All part of the design. The fabric. It all works to make you look good. It’s not about the size, it’s about the structure. Some things you’ll need to go two sizes up in and people hate that idea but if it fits you right, you’ll look even better and no one will know the size except for you.” You explain, watching the woman bring the dresses in.

“Take a seat sir. Ma’am. This is your dressing room.” She escorts you into the large room and you pick the beautiful red dress that matches your nails.

“I want to try that one first.” You tell her and she nods, “very good choice.” Once you’re in the dress, she guides you out so you can look in the mirror and show Javi.

You take Javi’s breath away when you step out, standing and clearing his throat as he moves towards you. “You look….magnificent.” He decides, looking you up and down. “Those shoes you were talking about would make it perfect.” His cock twitches at the idea and he nods. “Yes, absolutely yes.” He insists. “You must get this one.”

He takes your hand and spins your around and the price tag is under your arm. You let go of his hand so you can look at the tag. “Javi. This is - this is more than a year’s rent for my place.” You shake your head at him, knowing he is gonna argue.

“Don’t worry about that.” Javi shrugs off the price. “Only be concerned about liking it or not. If you don’t like it, don’t get it. However, I can afford it.” He doesn’t tell you he can afford a closet full of them, knowing you will feel like you are greedy. “All I care about is you being happy.”

You can’t help it. You surge forward to press your lips to his cheek. “Thank you. I- I can’t say thank you enough.” The woman watches in fascination and understanding about what is going on between you and Javi. “Can I try the black one on next?” You ask.

Javi grins and rubs his cheek gently where you kissed it. “Try on all of them.” He urges. “I’m sure our associate won’t mind the commission.”

The woman nods enthusiastically. “Not at all. Come on ma’am, let’s show you what else is available.” She guides you back into the changing room and you come back out in the black dress. It’s tighter than the first and hits mid thigh. You want to tug it down as you walk out to the mirror. “I think this one is too short.”

“If you are not comfortable in it, then don’t get it.” Javi agrees, making the woman’s eyes widen in surprise. Most men who come in to buy women clothing want it to be as short and as tight as possible. To flaunt the beautiful woman they have on their arms. “We have other dresses that are similar in style but come to the knee.” She offers, wanting to make sure her commission is as big as possible.

“Let’s try that. It looks beautiful on you but I want you to be comfortable.” You offer him a sweet smile and the woman guides you back to the dressing room and tells you she will get the longer one. After several outfit changes, you decide on a few dresses you think will work for any dinners you need to attend with Javi. He doesn’t let you come with him to pay, telling you to decide where else you want to go, and he arranges to have the clothes sent to his house. “Shoes next.” He tells you, guiding you into Jimmy Choo after you decide where to go.

Javi’s eyes light up when he sees the elegant heels in every type of style and color. This is what he had personally been looking forward to. “Where are the ones you were talking about?” He asks, looking around at all the possibilities. “You must try them on and see how they live up to your expectations.”

You bite your lip, knowing you can just try them on and not buy them. You glance around and spot them in the back, a light on them to showcase the sparkle. You gasp, walking over to them, and you swear you’ve never seen something so beautiful. “Wow.” You whisper, half tempted to touch them.

“May I help you?” Someone who is obviously a store manager rushes towards you, protective over the shoes and Javi smirks.

“Yes, we would like to have my beautiful lady try on these shoes.” He rattled off your shoe size to the woman, having guessed perfectly. “And any other that catches her eyes. Including those.” He adds, pointing to the black four inch strappy heels that had caught his own eye. “I will help her put them on.”

Your heart thumps at that, anxious to feel his touch any way you can before he gets bored of you. You know it would be easy to give in and fuck him but you want to know him first. You are escorted over to the seat and the store manager rushes off to get the shoes you are in love with.

Chuckling quietly, he kneels down in front of you and reaches for your left ankle. “I believe we may have made their day.” He teases as he slides the sandal you are currently wearing off. Caressing the delicate bone on your ankle and pressing firmly on your heel like the pedicurist had earlier.

You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips and you watch him as he caresses your ankle. The moment is soon interrupted when the store manager comes back over with the boxes and takes out the most expensive shoes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll put them on.” Javi reminds her, taking the shoe and he undoes the strap before he grabs your ankle, sliding your foot into the shoe. You’re breathless, both from his touch and the shoes as he does the strap up.

Javi can’t help but make sure he touches as much of you as he can. Cock twitching and hardening in his pants as he slides the shoes on and straps them to your feet. They look gorgeous and he already knows that he’s buying them for you. Just as long as they fit right. He does the other one and looks up at you. “Time to see how they feel.”

You hesitantly stand up, unable to believe how tall the shoes are and you wobble a little before you find your footing. “Oh wow.” You look down at the shoes, in awe of the design and craftsmanship. “What do you think?” You ask Javi.

“They look magnificent.” Javi breathes out, loving the way they look on you. “How do they feel? Walk around in them so you can tell.” He orders gently. He’s wanting them for you. Maybe you will wear them often for him. He would love it.

You take a tentative step before you start to walk, confident in your strides as you admire the shoes in the mirror. You walk back over to Javi who is standing. “They are surprisingly comfortable as far as heels go.” You tell him, smiling from ear to ear at the beautiful shoes.

“Fantastic.” He turns to the manager. “We will take them.” He tells her with a decisive nod. “We will probably add more, but these for sure.”

You bite your lip, knowing better than to argue with him now. You smile at him, “thank you.” You reach out to squeeze his hand before you sit down to take them off.

“Let me.” He insists, kneeling down to undo the strap, his fingers caressing you as he removes the shoe before moving on to the other. Seven pairs of shoes later, you thank him with another kiss on the cheek. “Bag shopping next.” He winks, certain that he’s going to spoil you.

��Javi.” You admonish but let him guide the way. A Chanel purse, Gucci purse and Hermés clutch later, you’re passing by Cartier. “No jewelry.” You say before he can say anything.

Javi sighs, sending you pout. “Not even a pair of simple diamond studs?” He ventures, knowing they would look exquisite in your ears. He wants to make sure you feel like the most stunning woman in the room, because you are. Plus you are so gracious and sweet, not taking a single moment of today for granted. Your kisses on his cheeks burn and he wishes it were his lips.

“No!” You playfully slap his arm. “Not even studs. Seriously, you’ve spent more than enough on me today. I need this stuff to impress your associates but I don’t need new everything.” You rub his shoulder, knowing he wants to spoil you but you won’t go to extremes. “I wouldn’t mind a nap though.” You yawn, exhausted from the shopping trip.

You had eaten lunch hours before and Javi is honestly reluctant to leave you, wanting to spend more time with you. “I can drop you at your studio and say goodnight if you wish.” He offers softly. “Or I can show you my house. Show you where you are going to live.”

“Okay. I would like that.” You nod, “you tell me. This is your show, Javi.” You offer softly, wanting him to tell you what he wants since he’s paying you to spend your time with him. It doesn’t feel like that though. That’s what scares you. This feels so real and you are pushing down the fact that you want it to be real. However, it isn’t. He’s paying you to spend time with him and you have to remember that.

“Just because I am paying to spend time with you doesn’t mean I get to monopolize all of it.” Javi rationalizes. “Whenever you are tired of me or you want to spend time alone or with your friends, you just let me know.” He doesn’t want to smother you, not at all. “We can explore your new house only if you want, perhaps you want to nap there? While I attempt dinner?” He shoots you a grin. “I’m not the best cook, but I am learning.”

Your heart melts at his crooked grin and you slide your hand down to squeeze his hand. “You’re too sweet, Jav. I want to see your home. I want to spend time with you. You might be my sugar daddy but I want to spend time with you, even if you weren’t paying me. I’ve always liked you.” You confess, “I can cook. I’m a good cook. What do you want for dinner?”

His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose. “How about you make me your favorite food?” He asks. “What do you call it here? Comfort food?” He grins. “I would like to see what you consider a comfort beyond long baths and foot massages.” His eyes light up and he scrunches his nose in delight.

You chuckle, “oh boy. You’re in for some good food baby. I make a mean mac and cheese and fried chicken. I’ll see what you have at your house and then I can go get what I need for the meal.” You are excited to see what he thinks of your cooking. You want to pay him back in some small way for what he is doing for you.

His heart skips a beat when you call him baby. He sighs playfully and rubs his belly. “Be careful you don’t feed me too well.” He jokes. “Otherwise I will be passed out beside you for a nap too!” He chuckles and motions towards the valet stand. “Shall we go and explore? We can always have the groceries delivered while you are checking out the house. And the movie theater.” He adds happily.

You grin, “that sounds like a plan. Where do you order your groceries from? I can pay for-” He cuts you off with a disappointed look and you sigh, “right. Not paying for anything. Let me order what I need then.” You take his phone with the grocery delivery app and order what you need before you hand it back to him. “This is so bizarre. Ordering groceries online. I usually go to the store to save on a delivery fee.”

“I know it sounds pretentious, but I look at it like I can help someone. Delivering groceries is someone’s job, so they might as well do it for me.” He flushes slightly. “Plus I get so confused in the stores. None of them are set up the same!” He huffs. “I just don’t understand.”

You have never thought of it that way. You admire Javi’s lack of pretentiousness. “Trust me, you aren’t pretentious. You are the opposite. I’ve met people who are insane. They literally have zero consideration for anyone ‘below’ them. Maybe we can go to the grocery store and I can show you around.” You tease, knowing you’d like how domestic that is.

“I would like that.” He guides you towards the valet stand, one arm loaded down with bags. You had purchased quite a bit, but most of the clothes will be delivered tomorrow after they are tailored. The handbags and shoes are with the two of you though. He hates letting go of your hand to reach into his pocket for the valet ticket, handing it to the attendant.

The attendant brings his car around and you watch Javi insist on putting the bags in the miniature front trunk. You get into the passenger seat and Javi takes your hand once you’re on the road again. “Thank you for today. I never imagined going into any store on Rodeo Drive let alone actually buying something in one…kind of.” You chuckle.

Javi chuckles quietly. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, tresor.” He murmurs. “It shouldn’t be too much longer until we are home.” The car is quiet except for the low hum of the radio and the rumble of the engine. The silence is peaceful, not tense or uncomfortable. Getting off at his exit, Javi turns into the street and goes down until he is turning into a gated driveway. “This is it.” He murmurs as the steel gate starts to slowly swing open after reading his car fob.

Your eyes widen as he pulls up to the bona fide mansion. It might not be as big as some of the residences in L.A but it’s beautiful. Mediterranean and posh without being ostentatious. “Javi. This - wow. It’s gorgeous.” You gasp, eyes darting all over the place as you take in his home.

“I was very happy to have found it.” It is smaller than his home in Spain, but it suited him better. Less unpleasant memories within these walls. He parks in front of the house and climbs out of the car, making sure he helps you out again before he retrieves your bags. The grin on his face is wide and he’s proud as he walks you up to the door and enters the code, not bothering to shield you from it since you will live here too. He swings the door open and gestures for you to enter. “Welcome, tresor.”

You enter the house, your jaw dropping at the ornate yet modern decor. It says something understated yet expensive about the home. “Javi. This is - you seriously want me to live here?” You ask, unable to believe that you could live here instead of your shitty studio. Part of you wonders when he will get bored and force you out and another part of you decides to take the risk. When will you ever get a chance like this again?

“Yes I do.” He closes the door behind him, the cool rush of the air washing over both of you. “It is not as grand as the estate in Mallorca, but I prefer this one.” He admits. “Although I do miss living right on the ocean.” He couldn’t find a house he wanted on the coast, this one fitting his needs better than those. “We do, however, have a great pool. I love to swim. Do you?” It was a question he never asked you before and he was curious.

“Yes. I love to swim. I just haven’t had a chance to lately. I- God. I’d love to be able to swim in a pool and just spend the day relaxing.” You sigh.

“Your wish is my command.” Javi smiles at you and you fluster, reminding yourself that you no longer have a job.

“Javi. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“Don’t thank me.” Javi ducks his head and flushes slightly. “You’ve been polite and kind to me from the day I walked into the café.” He reminds you. “Not just for the tips, either. You deserve to have your dreams come true.”

You grin, leaning in to kiss his cheek again. “To see truly who you are, the kind man you endeavor to be, it makes it impossible to not want to be here with you, Javi.” You answer honestly and immediately Javi knows that has to go into his script. It’s so sincere and polite. He loves it. “I will stay as long as you need me.” You promise, knowing you can keep figuring this good fortune or you can enjoy it.

Javi beams, motioning for you to walk into the house more. “So there is another master suite here, called an ‘in-law suite’?” He cocks his head, unfamiliar with the term in English but motions you towards the hallway off the living room. “It has French doors out to the deck and pool, and its own bathroom. Plus a large closet and sitting area. I think that will be your room if you like it. Giving you plenty of privacy and space.”

“A mother-in-law suite.” You explain, “usually for your mother or your wife’s mother. It’s a lot but I want to see it.” You tell him, happy to please him. You want him to be happy and if having you here makes him happy, then you’ll be satisfied. “Let’s go see it.” You take his hand so he can guide you through the large home.

Leading the way, Javi guides you down the hallway to a large door. The ceilings are high and the doorways are taller than average, giving the space an even grander feel. He opens the door with a flourish. “It’s furnished but anything can be changed to your taste.” He promises, revealing the suite that he images you living in.

You want to scoff at him, it’s insane for him to think that you don’t want the furniture that already comes with the suite. It’s beautiful and luxurious. “It’s gorgeous. I don’t want to change a thing.” You promise, squeezing his hand as you glance around the room again.

He sets the bags down on the bed and starts moving around the room. Showing off the various features and grinning when he comes to the door that holds the en-suite. “The closet is off the bathroom.” He explains as he opens the door. “Will this work?”

You can’t help the scoff of disbelief. “Will this work? Fuck. This is- I never imagined I’d ever step foot in a place like this. You are incredible and I can’t believe I’m in this situation. Thank you so much for choosing me.” You tell him, honestly and amazed that he picked you.

“There’s no one else I would have chosen.” He means that. No one, not even Gabriella, had appealed to him so much. It’s why you are his muse. “Let’s look at the rest of the house.” He offers. “The pool is just beyond those doors.”

You grin and nod, excited to see the rest of the home and he guides you out of the large French doors to the expansive lagoon-esque pool. Your eyes widen at the beauty of it and you grin, “I can’t wait to go swimming in it. Oh God. This is amazing.” You squeal, loving the pool.

“I understand completely.” Javi agrees. “I swim every morning.” He hopes that maybe you will swim with him, but if you don’t, that’s okay too. “There’s an area to entertain, you can bring friends over if you want.” He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to ask, this is your home too now.

You appreciate the sentiment and you rub his shoulder, “thank you. I am - this is more than I could ever ask for.” You wish you could be more but you agreed to the terms and you’ll stick to them. “When’s the first dinner? I’ll need to do my hair.” You touch your head, knowing you want to look your best for your first outing with him.

He gives you a small smile. “Tomorrow night.” He offers. “It’s a director and the head of the last studio that produced mine and Nic’s movie. They have the first option on my screenplay and want to see what I have so far.” It reminds him that he needs to polish the pages he’s bringing. “I should probably go work on it now.” He admits reluctantly.

“I’ll be ready. You go get ready. You can do it.” You nod, watching him go after he offers you a smile and you glance around the room, amazed that he wants you to be here living in his luxury.

A day later, you are figuring out how to do your hair for the red dress you’re going to wear and you walk into Javier’s study. Nearly accustomed to his life and his home after your things were delivered, you knock hesitantly before entering after he calls for you to come in. “How should I do my hair?” You ask, wanting to look your best for him.

Javi looks up from the portion of the script he has printed out and bound, checking it one last time. He smiles as you walk in and flips the pages close, setting it down on his desk as he stands up. You had gone to get your hair done today and he thinks it looks amazing. “You can wear it however you wish, tresor.” He insists. “It looks good as it is right now.”

You nod, “okay. I just want to make sure it’s okay. I want to make a good impression.” You pat your hair down and look at Javi, who looks so handsome sitting in the sunlight, the sun picking up the highlights in his hair. “I’ll go do my makeup and get dressed. Would you mind putting my shoes on when I’m done?” You ask him, biting your lip after and you know that he will say yes.

“Absolutely, yes!” He lights up with a grin. The idea of putting shoes on you again has his cock twitching. “Are you going to wear your favorite Jimmy Choos?” He asks, imagining putting those shoes on your pretty feet again. He knows they will look stunning on you with your dress and your make-up and hair done.

“Yes. They go with the dress and honestly? I’d wear them around the house if I could. I love them so much.” You are grinning when you tell him that, loving that you can wear something so extravagant because of the man in front of you. “I don’t know how to thank you Javi.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“You don’t have to. Stop.” He says adamantly and you nod, agreeing to stop and just enjoy this experience before it ends. Walking off, you are on a mission to impress tonight. Javi has to get his money's worth. After a while, you walk into his study to find him wearing a gorgeous navy blue suit and tie. Shit, he looks gorgeous. Enough to make you get down on your knees and - “Tresor.” He turns to look at you, his eyes comically wide now he sees the complete look, minus the shoes.

“Would you mind?” You ask, holding up the heels.

You are stunning, it’s all he can think as he nods and motions you over to the sofa that is in his study. More beautiful than anything he’s ever seen, Javi would get down on his knees and bury his head between your thighs right now if you were to let him. To hell with the meeting. Instead, he kneels down and takes one of your heels into his thigh, hoping you don’t notice that he is rapidly starting to get hard. His fingers press on the inside of your arches and he can’t help but caress your foot. “You look exactly as I thought you would.” He murmurs huskily. “Perfect, tresor, completely breathtaking.” He explains.

You look into his eyes, your heart thumping as his fingers gently caress your ankle bone as he buckles the strap. It takes your breath away how tenderly he does it. His touch sends tingles up your spine and you keep your eyes on him as he caresses your foot, not rushing onto the other shoe. “Thank you.” You murmur, feeling like you’re about to faint from how good it feels, just a simple touch from him.

Javi nods, eyes dark and he gives you a small smirk. “Of course, tresor.” He murmurs, loving the way he can touch you right now. He’s not rushing this because every second he gets to feel you like this is one he wants to treasure. “I hope you enjoy tonight.” He offers, reluctantly setting your first foot down gently before he picks up the other. “I hope you enjoy every night.”

You exhale shakily, “if I’m with you, I will.” You promise, watching him put the other shoe on. You shiver when his fingers brush your skin and you want to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you.” You whisper, “are you ready to go?” You ask, not wanting to be late to his important meeting.

He stands and brushes down the front of his suit nervously. “Do I look okay?” He asks before he holds his hand out to you. “I was going for successful, but not overly proud.” He admits as he helps you up from the sofa. He wants to tug you close and mess up your lipstick, but he doesn’t dare.

You want to tug on his lapel to pull him close so you can kiss his lips but instead, you nod your head, caressing his jacket before you adjust his collar once you’re standing. “You look perfect. Oh woah.” You wobble slightly as you find your balance. His arms shift so he can grab onto your waist, helping you keep upright. “Thank you.” You look at him, realizing how close you are to him.

Javi inhales sharply, wanting to tug you closer. Seeming like a moment is passing between the two of you, something in the air. He feels his entire body tighten and he forces himself to relax, to let it pass. Smiling softly, his eyes drop to your lips for just a moment before they flicker back up to your eyes. “You’re welcome.” He whispers and then a moment later, ‘shall we go?”

“Let’s go.” You insist, again, not wanting him to be late. You let him guide you to the front door before he stops you. “Wait. I have something for you.” He announces. Rushing off, he comes back a few moments later with a velvet box. “What is that?” You frown, curious and apprehensive. “Open it.” He insists, handing it over to you. You look at him before you open it, a gasp escaping your lips as you look at the beautiful diamond necklace. “Javi. You shouldn’t - it’s too much.” You shake your head, closing the box before you try to hand it back to him.

“Please?” Javi isn’t above pleading, biting his lip and opening the box instead of taking it from you. “It will look perfect around your neck and I want you to have it. It was made for you.” He murmurs, making sure that he tacks on just a touch of guilt. He wants to give you all the beautiful things. “You didn’t let me buy you jewelry before, but…I couldn’t resist.”

You give in for a moment, nodding so he can fasten the necklace around your neck. His fingers brushing your skin and it makes you hum. When his hands caress your upper shoulders, he guides you over to the mirror so you can see. Another gasp escapes your lips and you reach up to touch the necklace, almost scared to caress it. “Javi. I really can’t accept this. It’s too much.” You shake your head.

“You really are a terrible sugar baby.” He teases, making you giggle and fluster. “I just don’t want to take advantage. I’m not a gold digger.”

“You cannot be a gold digger if you are not asking for anything.” Javi reminds you, reaching out and brushing your collar bone. “Tresor, I am wealthy beyond what you can imagine.” He admits softly. “I could give you whatever you want and it would not break me.”

You meet his eyes in the mirror, a soft smile on your face at his words and you stare at him. “I don’t just want your money.” You confess, turning so you can cup his cheek, “I want to know you. I want to be what you need.” You want him for more than just his money. You want him.

Javi’s eyes flutter slightly and he can’t help but nuzzle into your palm. “You are what I need.” He tells you gently. “Exactly what I need. And I - this is always on your terms.” He promises. “I never want more than you are willing to give me.”

You lower your hand, heart thumping in your chest, and you remind yourself that you are here for his dinners and nothing more. He doesn’t really want more. “I know. Let me get my clutch and we can go so you aren’t late.” You tell him, patting his chest and you walk away before you do anything stupid like kiss him.

His shoulders slump slightly, wishing that you had wanted something more than your current arrangement, but he is a man of his word. He will not push you for more. Instead, he grabs the script excerpts and follows after you, keeping his eyes on the sway of your hips and wonders how he is going to keep from telling you what he really wants. “Okay, dinner.” He smiles when he reaches your side again and darts forward to open the door to let you out of the house. “After you, tresor.”

You are soon driving in the car, your hand still tingling from him helping you into the car. He looks at you from time to time as he drives to the restaurant. Your heart thumps and you look away from him when you arrive at the restaurant. He ushers the valet away so he can open the door for you, making you grin as you take his hand letting him guide you into the restaurant. “You’ll help me?” You ask, suddenly nervous to meet all of these people.

“Of course.” He is nervous as well, but having a hand on your back helps calm him down. It seems to center him. “It will be great.” His hand stays in place when you both approach the hostess stand and he gives the name of the producer that the reservations had been placed under. “This way, Mr. Gutierrez.” The host nods and turns to guide you through the restaurant to a private room in the back, away from the crowds and speculative eyes. “Here we go.” He murmurs in your ear quietly.

You exhale shakily, nodding as you make your way into the private room, smiling at the men surrounding the table, a couple of women are there too and you are glad it’s not a jolly boys club tonight. Javi guides you over to the table as the men stand, reaching for his hand. “And who is this stunning creature you have with you tonight, Gutierrez?” He asks, his eyes trailing along your form.

Javi introduces you to the producer by your name, smiling proudly at you. “This is Austin Taylor.” He tells you. “He is the producer to work with.” That part is slightly exaggerated but he’s learned how the game needs to be played by Nic. A little schmoozing goes a long way. Looking back over at Austin, he introduces both of you to the others at the table and invites the two of you to sit down.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” You say after you sit down, Javi seated beside you and you reach for his hand, knowing that this is the reason why you’re here. You are nervous, squeezing his hand under the table as you try to calm down and act how you’re being paid to act.

Javi listens as the chatter continues around the two of you before the server comes up and asks for the drink orders. Austin orders a bottle for the table and Javi nods his approval, knowing that it’s a good vintage. After they walk away, he turns to Javi. “So how is the script coming along?” He asks, tearing off a chunk of his bread roll and popping it into his mouth.

Javi grins, looking over at you since you are largely responsible for his creativity with the character. “It’s coming along great!” He picks up the pages he had put together to hand Austin. “I’ve brought you a few pages to read. To get a feel for the characters.”

You bite your lip as Austin reads through the pages, humming and narrowing his eyes at each word. You’re nervous for Javi and you watch as Austin sets the book down. “I love it.” He reveals with a grin. “Wow. This character. She is - it’s beautiful. You can clearly see the admiration and attraction for her and it’s - you gotta keep writing this Jav. I just think it is missing something…” Austin trails off, “she needs more sex appeal. I want Bond Girl sex appeal.”

“Bond girl sex appeal.” Javi mulls it over and turns to look at you, since you are the basis for the character. He takes in your sexy dress and thinks about the heels that you are wearing. His cock twitches and he nods. “I can see it.” He murmurs, turning back to the other man. “I will have her be a fashion designer. Sexy clothes and lofty appeal.”

You fluster slightly when his dark eyes meet yours. You reach out to touch Javi’s arm, knowing that he needs to be reassured in this situation. He needs to be confident in his writing, in his script. “We need a sexy actress for the role. Someone beautiful. Someone men want to fuck but can’t have. We will start brainstorming. An actress who looks like your beautiful date here.” Austin winks at you.

The pride Javi feels at your beauty being acknowledged makes his chest puff out slightly. “My tresor is a one of a kind beauty.” He tells Austin, reaching for your hand. “We can try to find someone as beautiful, but I fear that we will always fall short.”

You fluster, looking around the table as you try to not read much into Javi’s words. You squeeze his hand, recovering and you offer him a soft smile. “I am certain you will find someone that will fit your needs.” Austin nods at you, “and you seem to fit Javi’s criteria. I’ve never seen him look so smitten. You’ve certainly inspired his writing.” He winks, patting the script. The waiter comes over with the wine, letting Austin sample once it’s opened before he begins to pour a good measure into everyone’s glass. “To new ventures.” Austin toasts and everyone clinks glasses. Javi meeting your eyes as your glasses touch. “So Javi…tell me how you met this extravagant creature.” Austin asks once the meal has been served.

He is not ashamed of how the two of you met. However, you had both agreed that to others, it would be best if it seemed as if it were a traditional relationship. So people would not assume the worst of you, think you are a call girl or anything like that. “We met in a café.” He answers honestly. “She served me the friendliest cup of coffee that I’d had since I had been in the States and I was immediately drawn to her.” He glances over at you with a soft smile. “I kept coming back every single day to see her, until she finally agreed to be mine.”

You guess that he is technically right. You are his. You smile back at Javi, nodding as you keep your eyes fixed on his. “It didn’t take that long. Who could resist a handsome face like that?” You coo, reaching up to cup his cheek before you rub your thumb over that lower lip that has been driving you crazy. “I certainly couldn’t. He’s far too sexy and sweet for me to say no. It was an instant attraction.” You aren’t lying, knowing that you could easily fall for Javi, probably have, if you’re truly being honest with yourself.

Javi beams, kissing the tip of your thumb and wishing you meant those words. It would be so easy with you. You fit him and he wants nothing more for it to be real. Instead he looks back at Austin with a small smile. “Sorry.” He chuckles. “You get us talking about our relationship and we will just moon at each other.” He tells the other man with a shrug. “Being in love does that.”

Your heart pounds and you want to pull him close and press your lips to his but you don’t. Instead, you just lean in to kiss his cheek before you settle back in your seat. “You’ve found a good one, Jav. Hopefully she will continue to inspire you. You have a great future in this town.” Austin promises and you are so pleased for Javier.

The dinner goes well, Austin promising to speak to the director and producers for the project and you are soon leaving. “Please bring this beautiful woman with you to the next dinner. She’s a delight.” He grins, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His hand is low on your back, barely caressing your ass as he bids you goodbye.

Javi is practically floating on clouds as the two of you walk to the valet station. “This is going to be great.” He gushes. “Thank you for being here.” He squeezes your hand gently. “You helped calm me down, relaxed me. How did you enjoy it?” He asks, eager to make sure you are comfortable as well. He wants you to look forward to going out with him.

“It was good. I am here to make sure you’re happy and that you look good. That’s my job, right?” You say, not with malice but with reality. He frowns and you try to not be a little disappointed that that's all you’re gonna be to him. You let him settle you into the car after the valet opens the door and you watch him as he pulls away from the curb, the Ferrari roaring as he makes his way back to his home. “Tonight was a success.” You declare, knowing they loved his script.

“Tonight was great!” Javi shouts, slapping the steering wheel happily. “I feel- we should celebrate! Do something! What should we do?” He demands, turning to you with joy and curiosity on his face. He wants to know what you would do to celebrate.

“Let’s go swimming.” You tell him, excited to try the pool and he told you earlier he has these beautiful lights that he can control to change the scene. You want to cool off after all of the heat of this evening.

You love the excited grin on his face as he nods. “Yes! Let’s do it.” He speeds a little faster towards his house and soon enough, you tell him you’ll be outside on the patio once you’ve changed. You bite your lip, admiring the swim suits Javi let you pick out online and you decide on one of the skimpier ones for your night time dip. After changing, your heart pounds as you make your way outside.

Javi bites his lip, knowing that all he has are speedos and that will not hide the fact that he gets hard around you. Hopefully he will be able to keep you from noticing. Deciding to throw on a button up shirt, he makes his way out to the pool to set up the lights and pull a bottle of champagne out of the outdoor fridge. Opening it and pouring two flutes for the two of you to enjoy while you swim.

You walk out to find Javi standing there with two flutes of champagne, making you melt at the soft look on his face, and you remind yourself that this is an innocent evening swim. “To a successful night.” He toasts once you’re holding your glass. You secretly hope he likes the swim suit as you sip the champagne.

His mouth is dry and he has to take a large gulp of the champagne to keep from staring at you. The suit hugs your curves and looks stunning on you, making him wish that you had worn those heels with it for the full effect. His cock twitches at the idea and he pulls the glass down from his lips. “Shall we get in the pool?” He asks, nodding towards the sparkling water, reflecting the lights overhead and lighting up the edges.

“Let’s do it.” You are eager to sink into his pool, setting the plastic glass down on the side before you make your way to the stairs, looking over your shoulder at him for a moment as you walk down the steps and sigh when the warm water surrounds you. “God this feels good.”

Javi shudders and his cock starts to harden at your breathy comment. Making him imagine that same phrase being moaned when he’s sinking into you. Biting his lip, he rushes over and sets his own drink down, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it aside so he can get into the pool. Hopefully without you seeing that he’s getting hard.

You swear you’ve never seen such a sexy man. His tan chest glistens as he walks into the pool and you watch him in awe, the lights sparkling as the water ebbs and flows. You pick up your drinks, making your way over to him as you offer him a soft smile.

Javi smiles as he takes the drink from your hand, touching the plastic rim to yours. “To success.” He offers. “May we always get what we want.” He wishes he could have you. He would toss aside the glass and kiss you if he could right now. Wrap your legs around his waist and press you up against the edge of the pool and explore your body eagerly.

You nod, sipping your drink and you shift to set it down, unable to stop yourself from pressing up against him. Testing the waters of what he wants from you, you keep yourself against him as you set the glass down on the edge of the pool.

Inhaling sharply, Javi nearly drops the glass of champagne into the pool. Dark eyes searching yours, wondering if you are playing some sort of game with hum. “Tresor…” He practically whimpers when he feels your breasts against his chest. He knows you had to feel him against your hip, especially the way his dick jumped at your fingers on his skin as you wind your arms around his neck. “I- are you-“ he can’t even get the words out, afraid this might be a dream.

You press yourself against him even more, deciding to take the risk, and you lean in closer to kiss along his neck. “I am.” You murmur as you kiss his jaw. “I want you to touch me….if you want.” You add, suddenly a little hesitant and nervous that he doesn’t want you for more than just company.

“Shit.” Javi hisses, wrapping his arms around you and turning his head so he can capture your lips with his own. It’s desperate and messy and he feels like he’s going to explode as his tongue slides into your mouth and you moan for him. Making him pull you tighter against his, backing you up against the pool edge just like he had imagined.

You gasp his name as he kisses along your throat, making you whimper and you scratch your nails along his chest. “Tell me what you want.” You demand, kissing along his jaw before you playfully bite his lower lip, his hard cock pressed against your thigh but you need to hear him say it.

“I want you.” He confesses, rasping out the words against your skin. If you don’t want him, he will go right back to the arrangement you had before. “But I want you to want me. Don’t just say it because of our arrangement.”

“I want you.” You promise, surging forward to press your lips back to his, shifting to wrap your legs against his waist so you can get even closer. His hard cock now pressing against your core and you slide your tongue along his lower lip, wanting access.

He groans into your mouth, holding you tighter and sliding his hands down to squeeze your ass. “Wanted you from the beginning.” He confesses and he breaks off to kiss down your throat again. “First day I met you.”

“Really?” You gasp, tilting your head back. “God, I wanted you too. Always thought you were so sexy and I - shit - I want you Javi. I want you to fuck me.” You whine, grinding against him as you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly as he nips your skin.

“Where?” He gasps against your skin, wanting nothing more than to take you right here. “Where do you want me? Right here? Pull your sexy little bikini to the side? Or carry you into your bedroom and spread you out?”

You whimper at his words, knowing you wouldn’t be able to wait to dry off and make it to the bedroom. You take a chance, reaching behind you to untie your bikini top and let it fall so it floats in the water, displaying your tits to his eager gaze.

“Fuck.” Javi shudders and his hand comes up to cup one tit and ducks his head down, wrapping his lips around the other. Delighting in your cry of surprise and pleasure while he sucks on the stiff nipple and flicking his tongue over it. He’s died and gone to heaven, feeling your grinding down on his cock through the fabric of his speedo and your bikini bottom. Biting gently on your tit before he soothes it with his tongue while his fingers roll your other nipple and tugs on it.

“Oh fuck!” You cry when he switches breasts, his hand squeezing the one slick with his spit. “Shit baby. Oh that feels good.” You whine, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging as he bites down. You love it. “Please. I need you inside of me.” You pant, soaking wet for him.

“Do it.” Javi wants it to be your choice, giving you permission to pull him out of his speedos and sink down on him. “Fuck baby, take what you want.” He coos, pulling away from your nipple to speak, looking up at you with dark eyes. “I will give it to you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

You fumble, reaching between you to pull his cock out of his speedos, gasping at the thickness in your hand, and you tug on your bikini bottoms, tossing them aside so you’re completely naked and you moan when you notch him at your dripping cunt. “I want you.” You tell him, sinking down on his girth under the water.

Javi moans your name, mouth open in pleasure and he doesn’t resist when your fingers sink into his hair to tug on it, bringing his lips back up to yours. He never imagined he would get to have you like this, feeling your walls clench around him while you adjust to him. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs against your lips. “So good.”

You exhale shakily, the stretch of his girth is something you aren’t used to. It’s been a while since you’ve had sex and he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had sex with. “Shit Jav. You feel so good.” You moan, taking him deeper inside of you.

The water sloshes around you when Javi lowers his hips and thrusts back into you with a low moan. “Oh fuck.” He hisses, feeling the way that your walls slide around him, tight and slick. “Imagined - fuck, imagined this a lot. When we- when we were shopping.” He confesses, cock twitching inside you and he thrusts into you again.

“Me too. Imagined - imagined this while you would come in to get coffee. Imagined you just fucking me on the counter after I took your order.” You admit breathlessly, kissing along his jaw as you try to work yourself on his cock, lifting up and down once you’re used to his girth.

Groaning, Javi lets his hand roam all over your body, sliding one behind his back and caressing your foot while you ride him in the water. “You were on the menu?” He teases, loving how you feel, imagining the lips of your cunt stretched around him. “I would have ordered you every day.”

You love the way he caresses your foot, knowing he has a foot fetish. “I was always on the menu. You can have me every day now.” You promise, rocking against him as you lean forward to kiss his neck. “I’m yours now. For whatever you want.”

He squeezes your foot, pulling his hand away reluctantly. He’s never met a woman who would indulge him so he needs to keep that hidden, not wanting to scare you off. “I - fuck, you are so perfect.” He moans, turning his head so he can kiss your lips.

You sigh into his mouth, lifting yourself up and down on his cock. Your back is getting scratched by the side of his pool but you don’t care, too entranced by the way he caresses you. “God Javi. I need - I need you to help me.” You admit, wanting him to thrust into you, show you what he wants.

Spinning around in the pool, he presses his own back up against the edge. The water makes it easier for him to lift and lower you onto his cock while he rocks up into you. Grunting, he speeds up, making sure that he hits deep inside you before he pulls you off. “Better?” He asks, leaning in to kiss you tenderly despite the harsher pace.

“So much better.” You whimper into his mouth, caressing his back as he hits deep inside of you. “Fuck. Yes. Right there. Oh God Jav. You’re so big. Fill me up just right. I want you to - to cum inside of me. Make me cum.” You plead, biting down on his jaw before you kiss along his neck.

“Yes, yes.” He hisses, rocking up into you harder. He can’t rub your clit and work you like he wants to. “Fuck, rub your clit.” He begs. “I’m not going to last long, you are too perfect.”

You reach between you, your fingers finding your clit and you rub it frantically, desperate to cum after so many nights lusting after him. “Oh yes. Yes yes yes. Shit. I’m gonna cum. Javi. I’m gonna cum.” You whine, your head tilting back before you surge forward into his chest, clamping down on his cock as you cry his name.

It’s probably the closest to Heaven Javi has ever been. Groaning and rocking you through it as best he can. You are like a vice around him and the water churns from his thrusts. “Fuck, yes, cum for me tresor, I’m -“ he cuts off in a strangled cry of pleasure, thrusting deep while he pulls you down on his cock, filling you with his seed.

You work yourself through it, rubbing your clit until you reach out to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. “Shit, baby. Oh fuck. It’s so good.” You pant, kissing his neck as you come down from your high. You can’t believe how boneless you feel, enjoying the way his cum fills you up.

He groans, holding you tight and tries to catch his breath. Hoping that you don’t change your mind about him now that he’s gotten to experience you, “it was incredible.” He hums happily. “Best way to celebrate.” He pulls back to look you in the eyes. “You wanted it, right? It wasn't because I buy you things or you live here? You never have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I wanted it.” You promise, “I wanted you. You know I wouldn’t do it unless I wanted it.” You remind him, knowing he knows how stubborn you can be. “I wanted it, Javi.” You promise, kissing along his jaw before you press your lips to his. “I don’t know what this is but I want you. I want to be yours.” You tell him, “for whatever you need and desire.”

He sighs happily, kissing your lips several times again. “I just need you.” He murmurs softly, kissing along your jaw and nuzzling against your neck. The water starts to calm down, gently lapping at both of your skin and he chuckles. “I have to say I didn’t see this happening tonight, but I will sleep like a baby.” He tells you, still against your pulse. “As long as you sleep beside me?”

You bite your lip, hesitant to get too involved with him but you know you want to spend as much time as you can with him before he is done with you. “Yes. I can do that.” You kiss him again, realizing that you’re completely naked and dripping his cum. “Shit. I- I should tell you that I have an IUD and I’m clean. We didn’t exactly have that conversation before we - you know.”

Javi hums, nodding. He hadn’t really thought of it either. “I have negative tests.” He promises. “I have not been with someone since my last relationship.” He strokes your back and kisses you one last time before he lifts you off his softening cock. “I trust you, tresor.”

Even just hearing him say that he trusts you is enough to make you fall in love with him. His dark eyes and handsome face make your heart thump. “I trust you too.” You lean in to kiss the skin above his heart. “Come on baby, let’s clean up and get some sleep. I’m exhausted now.” You shift to stand up before you make your way towards the stairs out of the pool, looking over your shoulder and chuckling when you see his eyes focused on your ass.

Javi waits for you to grab some clothes from your room and walks through the house with you. There is no one at night but the two of you and you’ve never seen his bedroom. Hopefully you don’t mind it. “If you aren’t comfortable, you can always go back to your room.”

You are dry and dressed in your tank top and shorts as you enter his suite. “Oh wow. This is - it’s bigger than my room.” Your eyes are wide as you look around his expansive suite. “Shall we get some sleep? I want you to hold me.”

“Let me change and I’ll be right there.” Javi rushes into his bathroom to strip off the speedos and clean up, putting on just a pair of boxers. He loves that you are not wearing lingerie, he just wants to experience normal things with you. Coming back out, he smiles when he finds you turning down the covers of the large bed. “I think I like this already.” He teases. “A beautiful woman sliding into bed with me.”

You playfully glance around, “you got one coming over soon?” You tease and he rolls his eyes. You chuckle at him and snuggle into his pillows, “so comfy. Just need you now.” You pat the space between you, needing him to hold you.

Grinning, Javi climbs into the bed and turns off the lights, pulling you into his arms as he settles in. Sighing happily when you snuggle into him and rest your head on his shoulder. “Goodnight tresor.” He murmurs softly, stroking your back and kissing your head gently.

You look up as Javi enters the kitchen. It’s been a few weeks since the first night you slept together and you haven’t slept in your assigned room since. You know you shouldn’t get too attached but you can’t help it. You are falling for him. You flip the pancakes just as he walks over to the kitchen counter. “Morning sunshine.” You tease, glancing over at the clock that says 11am. You were up half the night having sex and he loves sleeping in.

“Good morning.” He walks over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your neck. “It smells delicious, tresora.” He compliments. “What time are your classes today?” He knows you have school and will use the time to work on his script.

“Not until 2pm so we have plenty of time to eat breakfast and then I want to taste you.” You coo, turning your head to press your lips to his. He groans into your mouth, making you giggle and you gently slap his chest. “Let me finish making breakfast and then we can get busy again. I’m surprised you’re not satisfied after last night.”

“Never get enough of you.” It’s true, Javi is completely in love with you. Not that he’s said those words out loud, too afraid of being told that you don’t feel the same. He slaps your ass playfully when you turn back to the stove. “Make me feel like a teenager again.” He slides over to the coffee machine and starts setting up espressos for both of you. You had wanted a fancy machine so he had bought you one, and in turn, you had shown him how to use it.

You grin, watching him as he finishes making the coffees like you taught him and you plate up the breakfast. Once you’re both seated, you dig into the food, loving his moans of appreciation. “It’s good?” You tease, loving his moans as he nods. “Good.”

Javi eagerly shoves another bite into his mouth. He loves how you dote on him. Spoiling him by cooking for him instead of wanting to go out to fancy dinners. Most nights you stay home unless he has an event even when he’s offered to take you out to clubs. “I’m going to have to start using the gym, you feed me like this.” He groans, smiling over at you, “or do more laps in the pool.”

You smirk, watching him set his knife and fork down. “Or we could burn it off in other ways.” You wink at him, “I’m sure you will burn it off by fucking me hard and fast later. Or we could go dancing later. I wouldn’t mind dancing with you again.” You tell him, cutting up your pancakes as you watch him, those dark eyes burning into your own.

“You want to go dancing, tresor?” Javi smiles a slow sensual smile that promises that he will be glued to your body while the music plays. “If you finish your work at school and I get my next scene finished, we will dress up and go out tonight.” He promises. “Wear your favorite heels.” They are his favorites as well.

You carry your heels in your hand as you walk into Javier’s room - now your room for your extended stay in his home bar, your closet - and you know he will want to put the heels on your feet. “I’m ready baby. Just need to put my shoes on. Can you help me?” You ask, a teasing smile on your face.

“Absolutely.” Javi steps out of the bathroom fastening his watch to his wrist and groans happily at how sexy you look. The shoes will be the icing on the cake. “It’s a good thing we got pedicures a few days ago.” He teases, looking down at your freshly painted toes.

You playfully wiggle your toes before you walk over to the bench at the end of his bed, sitting down to wait for him to put your shoes on. “And your favorite cherry red.” You tease, knowing how much he adores the color.

“It looks fantastic on you.” Javi hikes his pants up slightly and kneels down in front of you. Caressing your foot softly before he holds out his other hand for the heel to put on for you. He loves that you let him do this for you.

You watch him for a moment, deciding to not hand him the shoe right away, and you shift your foot from his hand, pressing it into his groin. “I know what you like, Jav. Let me give you what you want.” You coo, rubbing his semi hard cock with the ball of your foot.

A filthy groan spills from his lips and he knows you feel the way his cock twitches as he imagines his fantasy. Although there is no way you are meaning that. “Of course you do.” He manages to croak out hoarsely. “You already do.” He wants to shift his hips up, to grind against your foot, but he can’t. You will be disgusted by that, and him.

When he slightly shifts his hips up to grind against your foot, you smirk. “I mean what you really want.” You reach down to unbuckle his belt, deciding to take a risk and pull his cock out of his pants. Half hard, you start to rub him with the ball of your foot.

His whine is laced with shame, cheeks burning and he can’t help the way that his hips seek your foot. “Shit, tresoro…” he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Not too many people seemed to be okay with a man who loved feet. He hates that you found out, even if he gets to feel your foot against his cock this once before you laugh in his face and walk out of his life. “I’m sorry- I, you weren’t - weren’t supposed to find out.” He gasps when you push a little harder down on his shaft.

“You didn’t hide it very well. The shoes…the pedicures. You love feet. That’s okay. There’s worse things.” You smile, pressing a little harder against his cock. “I love seeing you fall apart. Tell me what you want. I’m yours, remember? What do you want me to do to you?” You ask, voice lowering as you rub his cock with your foot.

“Fuck.” Javi whimpers, his eyes opening and finding yours. You have a smile on your face, but you aren’t mocking him. Instead you seem….willing. “I-I- you-“ he stutters slightly, grinding up against your foot even more. “This, more of this.” He confesses, cock spurting out a small bead of precum as he fully hardens.

You smirk, lifting your other foot and you balance yourself on the bed so you can press both feet to his cock, encasing him in your grip as you slowly rock your legs to begin sliding his hard length between your feet.

“Oh shit.” He can’t believe you are doing this. “Fuck- I, God it feels so good.” He moans, rolling his hips up and watching your feet slide up and down his now painfully hard cock. It could use some lubrication, but he doesn’t want you to stop.

You are enthralled with the way he looks at you. “Spit. Want you to add lube.” You tell him, continuing to work his cock. He lets out a whine, leaning down to spit onto his cock and you work him again with your feet, loving the groan that escapes his lips. “Spit again. Need more.”

“Tresoro.” He whines your nickname and does as you ask, bracing his hands on his thighs as he shifts up, thrusting into arches of your feet. “God, this is- fuck, I love this.” He babbles. “Never- never thought I would be able to - God, it’s so good.” One hand covers a foot and squeezes.

You moan at him touching your foot, pushing you harder into his cock. “You look so hot, fucking my feet like this baby. God, no one has done this for you?” You ask and he shakes his head. You grin, happy to be able to indulge him. “Enjoy it. I want you to cum for me. I want you to paint my feet with your cum.”

He moans your name, completely done for now that you’ve said that. That you are okay with this. His eyes are on his cock, working in and out from between your pretty feet. “Fuck.” He grunts, watching your toes curl around him. “Gonna cum soon.” He knows he will, feels it building up.

“Cum for me baby. Cum for me.” You plead, working his cock with your feet and your thighs are starting to hurt but you work your way through it because you are desperate to watch him cum, obsessed with it since he first fucked you.

It only takes a few more thrusts, desperate and needy before he’s yelling your name. His cock throbbing between your feet before he starts spurting ropes of cum over your feet and his thighs, ruining the pants he is wearing while he whines in pleasure.

You work him through it, your feet slick with his cum, and you love how he closes his eyes in pleasure. “God, that’s so sexy.” You moan, your panties slick from arousal and you swear you’ve never seen such a sexy sight.

“Fuck.” He can’t believe that you just let him do that. Desperate to make you feel good, Javi lunges forward and pushes you back on the bed. “Fuck.” He pushes your dress up and drags your pantries down so he can bury his face in your folds.

You cry out his name, tangling your fingers in his hair when his tongue delves into your folds. “Oh fuck baby. Oh - oh shit.” You hiss, tilting your head back as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He’s ravenous, ready to make you cum just as hard as he just did. Ready to give you everything you want and more. You have given him something he has always wanted and never been able to experience. He loves you, he knew he had before, but now he’s certain of it. He groans into your cunt, dark eyes on your face as he sucks on your clit harshly.

You gasp, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Fuck baby. That feels - God, it’s so good.” You tug on his hair, certain that you are going to cum soon. The words you want to say are on the tip of your tongue but you swallow them, not wanting to say something and ruin it all. You know this is just an arrangement. “Fuck baby. Yes. Yesss. Just like that.” You whine when his tongue flattens over your clit.

“Lofe you.” He groans the words sloppily into your cunt, feeling like his heart is about to burst out of his chest. His fingers dig into your thighs and push them farther apart, ready to drive you crazy. He pulls away from your clit and slides down, pushing his tongue deep into your cunt.

You swear you hear him say he loves you but you know that’s just your imagination. You are soon swept up in the pleasure of his tongue deep inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit, and you dig your heels into his back. “Oh Jav. Javi. Javiiii.” You squeal, clamping down on his tongue as he curls it deep inside of you.

He moans happily, slurping down the rush of your juices as they pour out of you. Licking and lapping at your cunt until you are gasping his name and pushing at his head before he kisses your clit. “I love you, tresor.” He murmurs softly, turning his head and kissing your thigh. “I know it’s not the same for you, but I can’t help how I feel. My character, the movie, is based on you.” He confesses, hoping you won’t be offended.

You shift to sit up on your elbows, looking down at him in shock. “What did you say?” You ask breathlessly.

“My character is based off of you.” He admits, flustered, and you shake your head.

“No. No. Not that. You said - you said you love me.” You say and he nods, biting his lip as he rests his cheek on your thigh. A wide grin appears on your cheeks, “well I guess it’s a good thing I love you too.”

“Really?” His eyes widen and you nod, making him push up off the floor and lunge forward so he can press his lips to yours. “I love you,” he breathes against your lips, overwhelmed by the pure joy that is bursting in his chest. “I love you.”

You love how excited and eager he is. “Javi.” You murmur against his mouth, gently pushing him away. “I don’t - I don’t want this to be something casual. I don’t want to be a golddigger or - or someone you will be with until you’re bored. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your money.” You admit, suddenly nervous now that this is real, not just a transaction.

Javi smiles, caressing your cheek gently. “I don’t think you are with me for my money.” He promises. “I- I have kept something from you.” He shakes his head when you immediately look even more worried. “I didn’t tell you how rich I am.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m a billionaire.” He confesses. “But I don’t think I will ever be bored with you. I know I won’t. I’m thinking of marriage.” He bites his lip, waiting for your reaction.

Your eyes widen, processing everything he said. You don’t care about the money but the fact that he’s a billionaire has you reeling. This sweet, incredible man has more money than you could ever imagine and he wants you. He wants to marry you. You grin, shaking your head in disbelief. “I want to be yours. In every way. Your girlfriend. Your fiancé. Your wife. The mother of your children. I want it all Jav. I love you.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.

He sighs against your lips, pulling you tight and sliding his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss. He’s happy that you love him, happy that you accept his more unusual proclivities. “Does that mean that you will let me buy you more jewelry? My wife deserves it.” He huffs with a smile. “Plus I love toe rings and I’ve wanted to buy you some.”

You giggle and nod, “yes. I’ll accept the toe rings. God, you really do have a foot fetish. More jewelry but nothing insane.” You warn him, not wanting something that costs a ridiculous amount of money. “I want to make my own way too. Get through school and have a career then we can discuss marriage and kids.” You tell him, running your fingers through his hair.

Javi nods, a serious look on his face. “Your career is your own, I want you to have all your dreams come true.” He knows that he can’t make it happen for you, the drive has to come from your hard work, although he can support you along the way. “I am not in a rush.” He promises softly with a smile, leaning in to kiss you again. “Although I do want you to officially move into the bedroom. Move your closet over.”

You smile, kissing him once more. “I don’t want to be your sugar baby forever. I want to be yours. Only yours. I love you baby. I want you. I want to be yours.” You run your fingers through his hair.

Javi smiles, leaning in and kissing your lips. “Do you want to clean up and still go out dancing baby?” He murmurs softly, looking down at the mess he made of you and himself. “I just want to be with you, no matter what. You are my baby, not my sugar baby.”

You nod, “let’s go dancing and you can fuck me on the Ferrari before we come home.” You smirk, wanting to feel him inside of you now you know he feels the same. “And I want you to dance with me. Hold me close and show everyone that I’m yours.”

“Absolutely, tresor.” Javi smiles at you happily as he stands and offers you his hand to help you up. “After all, you are not only my muse, but my most precious treasure.”

You smirk, knowing that he calls you his treasure. You have known it from the beginning. “I love you.” You murmur, pecking his lips once more. “Let’s go out and celebrate your script being picked up then you can fuck me and make me cum while I wear those earrings you bought me.” You shift to stand up, winking at him as you make your way to the bathroom.

Javi watches you go, a silly grin on his face before he starts to strip off his ruined pants and shirt. He is eager to get you to the club to show you off, show the world that you’re his and he can’t believe you want him. Leaving Mallorca to pursue his dreams, Javi never imagined he’d find success, let alone the love of his life. He knows that his advice to his children will always be to follow your dreams. He hopes that one day, you’ll be the mother of his children. His dreams will come true, he knows they will when he has his tresor.

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𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔟𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫

summary ;; — what seemed to be the work of a cute, innocent admirer soon became something much darker, something like obsession and addiction.

featuring + contains ;; — johan liebert x gn! reader. obsession. stalking. mentions of cannibalism. basically dark themes. reader is a college student

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you weren't sure if you were concerned, flattered, or scared. you figured you had attracted a stalker of some sorts, one that seemed scarily philosophical yet affectionate. if they didn't leave behind this heavy and almost scary aura along with the little notes or small gifts or random text messages, you may have found it sweet to have this secret admirer. they certainly had a way for words, and you may be crazy, but they excited you and you wanted to see who it was.

the first few times, you shook it off, unsure of what to think or say. its not like you could say much anyway, as they didn't leave a name, initial, alias, nothing. sweet, but straight to the point. the handwriting wasn't familiar, and sometimes they were typed up. you wanted to laugh, it felt so cliché, but you couldn't shake off this eery feeling, either. so if this was a stalker, not an admirer, they obviously had their ways to leave an impression even while not physically being there themselves.

you weren't sure if this feeling was forced onto you on purpose or not. did they want to make you feel like this? was it their intention to make you feel suffocated by their sweet words? every letter seemed to have a mysterious yet gloomy emotion imprinted into them, yet you may have been overthinking it. you made no move to find out who this was, and even if you did think it was a bit of fun to play cat and mouse with this person, you didn't care too much about it.

friends told you to get the police involved once it began to get personal. the reason that at first you thought this was an admirer was because these gifts started off as innocent and like just simple gifts. small things like asking your coworkers to give you some flowers, like sweet quotes from classic romances left at the café you visit ever other day. but slowly they became more and more disturbing, atleast to other people. it went from getting these small things on the outside of your life to everything becoming more personal, private and real.

you'd find these gifts inside your apartment, with scarily realistic details about you and your day as if they were personally watching you go about your life. they became stalkerish, and it no longer felt like something as innocent as a crush from far away.

you had gone to your college classes one day, finding that you had a substitute. you were glad, you never liked your professor. he was stuck up, and always gave off this impression that he thought he was simply better than everyone. you had expressed your dislike of him out loud to your friends many times, he was likely the worst teacher you had ever had in your entire education. although no one was aware of why he was not there that day, as he always made it a point to remind everyone of how important punctuality was, there were slightly gruesome rumors going around. ones of his death, a murder, a car crash, etc.

you remembered going home from college, finding food on your table. it had plastic wrap covering it, and it contained some sort of meat, it was still warm. it was evidence that it had not been too long since they had left, and it was a food with some sort of meat in it, and it came with a note, a question, " have you heard of shakespeares 'merchant of venice'?". you felt as if it was an indirect threat.

how could you eat something from this person? it could have been drugged, poisoned, or whatever else this psycho could have thought up. whether it was safe to eat or not, the gifts and notes were enough, and you wouldn't be able to function normally knowing you digested something from this stalker. something in you told you to eat it, the lack of any note putting you off. it was the most reasonable to not eat it and to throw it away, and you weren't that driven to insanity by this creep to the point of you actually thinking it'd be alright to eat. but even then, you couldn't shake this feeling off.

it was then that it occurred to you. snapping open your laptop, you searched for any recent murders or deaths in your area. and you weren't surprised when you saw the face of your professor. you scanned through the short descriptions, finding that a pound of flesh had been carved out.

now, what did he expect you to do with a pound of human flesh in your apartment? did he expect you to do something specific? maybe you should thrown it out, or even eaten it for gods sake. what options did you have, knowing you have a part of your murdered professor on your table? having this in your apartment was too much of a risk, and throwing it out wasn't ideal either, and there was no way in fucking hell you'd eat it yourself.

you waited till it was night, shoved on your coat and some gloves, put the 'food' in a plastic bag, and unlocked the door. you pushed it open, locking it behind you as you got out of the building. there was a specific area a few roads away, with lots of rabid dogs. you speed walked, not for the sake of no one seeing but because you wanted this to be over and dealt with.

there were many of them, and they barked and became visibly aggressive at the sight of you approaching. you sighed, pulling out the food from the bag. you took off the plastic wrap, and they became energetic at the smell and look of meat. you took a good few steps back as they got closer and closer to the plate, watching the meat be demolished within seconds.

you never really liked that professor anyway.

it became more like the behaviour of a stalker, a product of obsession. once you became aware of this change in behaviour, you began to wait it out, and in case you were being watched when you received these gifts, you tried to look as uninterested as possible. you weren't even sure if it was a change in behaviour, or if they planned to get worse and worse like this from the beginning. you decided to see if they would loose interest if you yourself seemed uninterested and unresponding.

there was the danger of angering them, but you decided to simply see where it would all go. at this stage, you were aware that the police were not a good option. you studied law and criminology, and this felt like some personal preparation for your planned field of work. if you couldn't figure this out yourself, could you even be sure you would able to proudly get a job where you would deal with psychopaths like this? although, you knew there was a line that you shouldn't cross, which was actively pursuing this person intentionally. you were aware that it was dangerous enough to go into this alone, if this truly was some sort of psycho.

once aware of them going to lengths like breaking into your apartment, you hid all these little things they gave you. excluding the few times you felt like you were being watched, where you threw away the notes you'd find due to how you decided to seem uninterested. there were dangers to this plan that you knew would come as consequences for playing around with this stalker like them becoming for eager, leading to even worse things they would do to try and get a reaction.

you were truly torn, but you were intrigued, and it outweighed your fear. when putting these gifts and notes and the circumstances and order in which you received them together, excluding the indirect gestures and acts done for you, the small hints, details and motives behind these individual things screamed at you that this wasn't some everyday obsessed stalker. they were too thought into, too planned out and calculated for someone of a mediocre intelligence.

but johan? he was enjoying every moment. he knew you had figured something out, that you became aware that there was some bigger motive behind this facade of an innocent admirer. johan may not be like a cliché admirer from the novels, but admire you he did. he loved watching your calculating eyes, he could practically see the cogs clicking and turning in your brain whenever you received one of his gifts. one of the many things he loved about you was your intelligence and your perspective on particular things. it was unique, and he would kill for a conversation like that with you. but it wasn't time yet, and he had to be patient before he could physically talk to you.

love is a strange thing for him. someone like him can't love, not really. but he can obsess, he can observe, he can analyse, and he can desire. and that was a fine substitute for love, but if he could love, he would for you. he was aware of your plan to act indifferent, as if this all held no place in your mind or thoughts, but johan isn't someone who you can shake off. he found it funny that you thought you could.

his favourite 'present' to you was likely the food. it was what would decide whether he would leave you alone, for the moment, or if he would continue this sick stalking obsession. if you ate, he would leave you alone. nothing would happen to you, besides the fact that you would have unknowingly consumed human flesh. if you had simply thrown it away, like any normal person, he would leave you alone. but it all depended on your reaction, and if it pleased him enough.

if you knew this, you would undoubtedly have taken the risk of throwing it away somewhere, along with if you thought it was normal food. hence the mention of shakespeares play. your reaction pleased him exceedingly so, and he had no intention of ending this little game just yet. you had proved you were worth his time and obsession, so he would get to you eventually.

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#johan liebert x reader #monster #anime #manga #monster x reader #the nameless monster #yandere #stalker #fanfiction #monster x gender neutral reader #monster anime #johan liebert #johan x reader

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nalyra-dreaming · 1 month

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hii! i was wondering if you’d be willing to provide sort of a summary on armand’s backstory? i don’t mind spoilers, it’s just that i’d really like to know a bit more about him and what shapes his actions. i’ve read iwtv and he happened to be my favourite character in it :) plus, i’m very excited for his involvement this coming season, especially in the present day interview. i’m trying to read the books in order so i’ll probably fit in tvl before may but there’s no chance of me reaching qotd or tva until after s2

Hey!

Sure! TVL will have some of it in it (though not the whole story).

I'm putting this under the cut, just in case. Obviously this is the backstory as it stands right now... though given the little hints we have already I actually do not think they will or need to change that much.

This is a rough overview, with a handful of comments wrt the show.

Please let me know if something is unclear.

Armand was born near today's Kiew, that area was heavily contested then. He was a gifted icon painter, and more or less expected to be one of the entombed monks one day. His actual name is Andrei.

On a ride with his father he is kidnapped and sold as a sex slave to brothels. Marius, an ancient, blond, originally roman vampire who likes to dress in red eventually buys him and gives him a home and education, with other boys, in Venice. Over the years their relationship develops, and Armand, then called "Amadeo" grows more to, let's say an intimate confidante slash lover to Marius. He knows Marius is not human, and he wants to be what he is. Marius is not wholly willing, though over time his resolve breaks, and when Armand is mortally injured he turns him as not to lose him.

Shortly after the turning they are attacked by the "Children of Satan", who kill (most of) the other boys, and who kidnap Armand. Armand thinks Marius destroyed, since he saw him burning.

Armand is tortured until he breaks and accepts the rules of the "Children of Satan", led by Santino. He lives with them, until he is assigned the role of the leader of the coven in Paris. Allessandra, who gives him the name "Armand", goes there with him.

A few centuries later Armand encounters a blond blood drinker who wears red - he is heavily reminded of his maker, and in a way "imprints" on him - this is, of course, Lestat. Lestat, who brings his mother Gabrielle, and then his lover Nicolas across. Lestat who defies the rules Armand tries to impose on him (Armand tries to enforce the rules and make Lestat submit by hunting him, and kidnapping and torturing Nicolas) immediately, and who ultimately ends up destroying the remnants of Armand's world view when he does so.

Armand, unmoored and almost alone after having thrown a lot of his own coven into the fire, tries to find a new purpose. Lestat gives the theater to him, and Nicolas, who has gone more or less mad after turning. Though Armand tries to make Lestat love him, the way he goes about it actually makes sure he does not succeed, because he tries by force, by spell-binding and force-feeding. There is attraction though, but it stays an attraction that never takes the last step.

Armand tells Lestat and Gabrielle his story, and hopes to come with them, but Lestat and Gabrielle decline. Armand tells Lestat he can always come back for help.

Lestat leaves Paris with Gabrielle to look for Marius, of whom he knows from Armand's story.

Armand leads the coven in the theater, Nicolas writes plays and music for them, until he goes so mad Armand knows no other way to control Nicolas other than to cut off his hands and starve him, and eventually Nicolas goes fully mad by hunger and pain, and when he gets his hands back (limbs/digits etc can be reattached) he throws himself into a fire.

(In the show we know Lestat returned twice to Paris, so it stands to reason they might have met up again then as well, but that is a change from the books.)

Armand continues to lead the theater, but he gets more and more disillusioned with it all, and when Louis comes along the coven of that theater consists of (almost completely) different vampires than when Lestat left there.

It's a bit unclear what the exact time frame is, but Lestat arrives approximately at the same time as Louis does.

Lestat goes to Armand after the murder attempt, to beg for healing blood - and Louis' (and Claudia's) life. Armand, mightily interested in this "Louis", this most human vampire... throws Lestat in a dungeon and goes to meet Louis. And, fortunately, falls for him.

He influences Louis to turn Madeleine so she and Claudia can leave, but Louis refuses to leave them. The coven knows that Claudia attempted to kill Lestat and there is a trial, a trial Armand does not stop. A trial where a tortured and half mad Lestat is made to testify against them. A trial where Louis is judged to be entombed, and Claudia and Madeleine to death.

Armand sees this as an opportunity to try out a surgery, ostensibly to give Claudia what she wants most - a grown up body. He chops off her head and sews it onto another vampire's body. The procedure works, but Armand himself is repulsed by the horrific result and has Claudia and Madeleine put into the sun, where they burn to ashes.

The vampires give the yellow dress Claudia wore to Lestat afterwards. Armand (eventually) frees Louis, claiming he could not prevent it, and takes him to Claudia. Louis tries to gather her ashes but Armand takes him away, and spell-binds him, when he asks for Lestat.

Louis eventually breaks free, and tells Armand not to go to the theater the next night. He goes and burns the whole thing down, killing all inside.

Armand takes Lestat and throws him off a tower, telling him Louis is dead.

Louis is numb after, and Armand goes with him. Armand tells Louis Lestat is dead. They wander the world for decades. Live in New York for a long time. Eventually Armand tells Louis that Lestat had not died in the fire, which makes them go to New Orleans. There Louis tries to find Lestat.

Supposedly Louis finds Lestat, broken and still healing, and leaves him there. (Lestat contradicts that later.) And supposedly Armand goes to Lestat to complain about Louis.

Armand and Louis break up after that.

Armand goes on alone, for a while (in the books).

When Louis gives his interview to Daniel in San Francisco he is around though, and he saves Daniel. In the books, he puts him in a cage, and then tells him to run. He hunts Daniel around the globe. The hunt becomes a chase, and eventually Armand falls in love with Daniel - and Daniel with him, though the relationship is not exactly the healthiest for Daniel. (That is "The Devil's Minion" chapter in QotD.) Night Island happens.

Lestat wakes up, tries to find Louis (and shield him) by becoming a rockstar, giving out their secrets, and writing his own life story. In the books Akasha rises, and burns a lot of their kind. Armand brings Daniel across in more or less desperation, on the way to Lestat's concert.

>> This obviously has been changed. I have theorized that Akasha did not rise, which would have chain-event repercussions. But we will have to see that, for the show. Daniel did not get changed but loses his memory instead.

In the books Akasha is eventually defeated, and the remaining vampires all come together on Night Island afterwards. But most of them are not "ready" yet. They break apart again.

When Lestat encounters the Devil Armand is there for him, and after Lestat goes mad at the end, he tries to commit suicide, but fails. In the aftermath Marius turns two mortals he loves for him, Benji and Sybille, because Armand would not. Armand dictates his life story to David.

Armand is also one of the few who may drink from Lestat while he is in the coma (and who sees "Christ" when he does so), and who can wake Lestat. He is also the one who routinely "cleans up" everywhere he is (namely any other vampires around).

Armand eventually goes back to New York, and acquires three connected town houses, the so called "Trinity Gate", in which many vampires seek shelter from time to time. Louis eventually goes and lives with him there.

>> That might be the show's Dubai penthouse, we'll see.

Armand has "lost" Daniel to Marius for a while. Daniel went a bit mad after turning, and Marius took care of him.

When the threat around Amel and Rhoshamandes happens and Lestat opens his castle in the Auvergne most vampires come together there, including Louis and Armand (and others).

Armand and Daniel reunite there, and last we see them they are together again.

Armand is one of the major players at the "court", and the past has mostly been forgiven (to errr... simplify it).

In the end, he lives with Daniel, Marius, Lestat and Louis (and a lot of others) at the court.

... I'm not sure if this summary suffices to "understand" Armand. I think you might need to actually read the books (and especially his book) there... but feel free to ask if you have further questions :)

#Anonymous #asks #ask nalyra #the vampire chronicles #vc #vampire chronicles #iwtv armand #armand #iwtv #armand's backstory #backstory #summary #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #claudia de lioncourt #daniel molloy #marius de romanus

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In the last week, I’ve seen Kenneth Branagh’s Death on the Nile and A Haunting in Venice, so now I want to write a fic where a (practically canonical) asexual Poirot can’t figure out why everyone is attracted to him for his body when he has a perfectly good brain and rather fine detective skills. Just because he has Kenneth Branagh’s stunning blue eyes, charming smirk, a dad bod, and thick hair doesn’t mean he’s some sort of sexual automaton! So obviously he simply must get to the bottom of this and figure out why people are driven to distraction over something as boring and mundane as sexual intercourse. By having sex with people. Purely and literally for scientific reasons. He does enjoy making lists and learning about people’s motivations after all!

And obviously—because he can read and understand people so well—he’s an amazing and thorough lover, which just makes everyone fall for him even more. And he’s like, “I knew you’d enjoy X because A, B, and C.”

I’m imagining Poirot being like, “While I’m flattered that you’d pledge your life to me as my submissive, I simply do not have the time or energy to take on anyone else at this time.”

And before the door politely closes in front of them, you hear a quietly stunned voice reply, “Wait, there are others!?”

Poirot catches the door in his hand, leaving it open a crack to reply.

“Madame, there are more than I know what to do with. If you know of any domineering types, here is my card. My hands and datebook are quite full.”

His social science experiment gets a little out of hand, and he goes through his notes and pairs people up that he knows will be good matches.

#agatha christie #hercule poirot #kenneth branagh #death on the nile #a haunting in venice #fic to write #op

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Wedding in Italy - Jake Kiszka

a/n: i had a similar fic written for my universe but i didn’t want to share it, so i just wrote another fic based around the idea! :)

summary: you invite jake to a wedding in italy, but he finds it hard to keep his feelings for you in such a romantic setting

word count: ~3.8k

“Jacob!” You greet your close friend as you step into the studio, where him and the guys were spending the day. He invited you since you mentioned being bored and not having any plans after you met up with your best friend.

Which, led you to make a decision and give Jake some news that you were hoping he would love.

Your childhood best friend is getting married, and she has of course asked you to be her maid of honor as soon as she told you. It was something you two talked about ever since you were little, so you of course took her offer up.

She also let you know that the entire wedding party gets a plus one, and that it was going to be a destination wedding. In Italy. All expenses paid. And the only thing people would need to pay for is for any extra excursions they wish to take, like wineries or tourist attractions, and food of course.

But everything else, paid for. And she had to make comments about your current relationship status.

“If you’re not able to find a plus one, I know this perfect guy for you. He’s Ophelia’s brother, and she says he’s been single for a while now and looking for a relationship.”

“Ivy, I don’t need you setting me up with anyone. I have someone in mind, no need to worry.”

That’s how you found yourself at the studio with the guys, ready to ask Jake to travel to Italy with you. As friends. For a wedding.

“Hey! How’s it going?” He asks.

“Not bad. I’m glad I finally have a day to just relax and do nothing.”

“What were you meeting Ivy about?”

“Well, you know she’s getting married, I’m her maid of honor, so we just met up to discuss some more things about the wedding and whatnot.”

“Oh yeah? Is it a fun job?” You chuckle and plop on the couch next to Jake.

They had decided to take a break a couple minutes before you arrived, so Josh and Sam went out to get coffee for everyone while Danny stayed in the booth, playing around on the acoustic.

“It’s fun to an extent. Helping with the guest list is not, but getting to work on things like ordering flowers and finding the perfect aesthetics for everything is. Also, the perks of being in the wedding party. I have a plus one. And since I don’t have a partner, would you like to go with me?” Jake stares at you in surprise.

“You’d really ask a friend to go with you rather than finding an actual date?” You smack his chest playfully.

“I mean, I can totally find someone else to go to Italy with so-”

“Oh fuck yeah, I’ll go!” He cuts you off. You giggle after he interrupts you rather loudly and excitedly.

“Okay, good. Everything is paid for, the only thing we’d have to pay for out of our pockets is if we want to do any extra excursions or tourist-y things, and like food on those days outside of the wedding.”

“We’re definitely going to a winery, we have to. When we were in Italy on tour, we stopped at this beautiful one in Tuscany but I’m sure there are lots of others. What city is she getting married in?”

“Venice, on the terrace of a fancy hotel. The actual ceremony and reception will be on the rooftop.”

“Wow.”

“But I’ll text you all the details later, when it is, what time we have to be there, because I’m the maid of honor, it’ll be a couple days before, all of it.”

“Sounds wonderful, (Y/N). Thanks for inviting me, really.”

What you didn’t know was Danny was listening to the entire thing, and as soon as you left, he’d be talking to Jake about it.

Sure enough, a couple hours had passed and you were preparing to leave to head home for the night. As soon as your foot is out the door of the studio, Danny walks over to Jake.

“So…Italy? For a wedding?” Sam and Josh pick up on this conversation and become very nosy, joining in right away.

“Jake’s getting married in Italy?” Sam questions. Jake smacks his shoulder and sighs softly.

“(Y/N) invited me to Ivy’s wedding that’s in Italy. It’s nothing serious,” Jake brushes the topic off.

“Then why’d you agree to going?” Danny presses further.

“Because why would I turn down an all expenses paid trip to Italy. Plus, she needs a friend there.”

“And you invited her to a winery.”

Jake’s brothers perk up at this.

“You’re going to tell her your feelings, right?” Josh asks this time. Jake shrugs, staring down at his hands, twirling a pic between his fingers to distract himself.

“She invited me as a friend because she has no one else to go with.”

“Jake, she could have easily found another date, but she asked you. She’s giving you the opportunity to tell her how you feel in a very romantic setting. Take that opportunity.”

The months pass and your maid of honor duties continue, and before you know it, you and Jake are flying out of Nashville, down to Atlanta, and then over to Italy for the next few days.

“How fucking loaded is Ivy?” Jake curiously asks as you finally arrive at your hotel, Hotel Danieli, after a long flight. “First class tickets, fancy ass hotel, rooftop wedding, holy shit.”

You laugh and guide him over to the check-in, and soon, you are receiving your keys and heading up to your room on the eighth floor. Stepping into your room, Jake gasps once more.

“Jake, you’re acting like you haven’t stayed in super fancy hotels. You’re a rockstar.” He laughs and walks over to the window.

“We stay at regular hotels and stuff, nothing like this.” He opens the curtains to get a look at the view, and it’s a gorgeous one.

You have a perfect view of the canal and skyline, with a balcony to enjoy the views on, and you couldn’t even begin to imagine what the rooftop view would look like in a couple nights. The room was just as good as the view.

It was very fancy, almost like you were staying in Versailles. Totally not what you were expecting, since Ivy kept the hotel a secret from you, that being the one thing she wanted to surprise you with.

“Shall we go explore the city or take a nap?” Jake wonders.

“Exploring. I took a nap on the plane so I’m fine for now.”

The first day was wonderful. You and Jake explored the many museums and sights, even taking a canoe ride on the canal to get a beautiful view of the entire city. But you couldn’t be more happy to finally get back to the hotel and crawl right into bed after showering.

“Sorry it’s just one bed,” you say. “She wasn’t able to get many rooms that had two beds unless they were for parties of three or more.”

“That’s alright. It’s not like we haven’t slept in the same bed before.”

Right, we have. But not in Italy. In a fancy, romantic hotel. On a trip for a wedding that I invited you to as my date.

But things are fine. Jake sticks to his side while you lay on yours, facing the window, watching the lights of the city. Jake keeps his eyes on you, though. Watching the way your shoulders rise and fall with each breath you take. Imagining pulling you into his arms and just holding you close to his chest, whispering how long he has wanted this moment to happen.

But he doesn’t. He reaches out for you, his hand falling on the empty space between you on the king-sized bed, but he soon retracts his hand and turns on his left side to face the door.

The next couple days go very smoothly, much smoother than you were expecting. However, you could tell something was up with Jake.

The night before the wedding, the wedding party had a rehearsal dinner inside the hotel’s dining hall, and it was beautiful and going just as planned. But when you and Jake get back upstairs to settle down for the night, he’s rather quiet.

While you took a shower, he sat on the balcony and watched the sunset, playing on his phone, texting his brothers to update them on things. After exiting the shower, you crawl into bed, knowing that you have to get up early tomorrow to meet the bridal party on the 12th floor to get ready and prepare everything.

Jake comes back inside and sits at the desk, jotting something down on the notepad provided by the hotel. Just as you are close to falling asleep, Jake climbs into bed as well, although he tries to keep his distance from you.

You hear him sigh heavily, trying to stay as far on his side as possible. You flip around to face him, but keep your eyes closed, hoping that he would just turn around and pull you into his arms. He doesn’t. He stays put, his bare back facing you.

You open your eyes slightly just to take him in, and your heart soars. His skin looks so soft, all you want to do is reach out and caress it. But you stop yourself from doing so, and fall right asleep to the sound of his even breathing.

Jake was still asleep when you woke up the following morning, though that was to be expected. It was seven in the morning, and the actual wedding wasn’t until three, but Ivy wanted to take pictures and have everything ready and prepared for that time.

By the time three rolled around, you were exhausted, but more than happy to finally see Jake. He dressed very nice in a striped button-down shirt and black pants. His hair was perfectly done, as natural as it can be, but it was washed and blow-dryed, so it looks very nice.

As soon as his eyes take you in, he gasps, his eyebrows raising.

“Wow,” he manages to say, stepping closer to you. He takes ahold of your hand and spins you around to get a full view. “You look…incredible.”

The colors that Ivy had chosen for her wedding were burnt orange and champagne. The bridesmaids all had different style dresses in the same color. You picked out a gorgeous, one-shoulder dress, with rouching on the top, a silk belt wrapped around your waist, and the skirt flowing out around you just the perfect amount

“You look rather handsome as well, Jacob. You can clean up nice.” He fake laughs and shoves you playfully, but smiles, telling you that he wasn’t all that serious.

“You should go sit down, it should be starting soon.” Out of no where, he leans in and kisses your cheek softly, sending you into a full-on meltdown.

He doesn’t look back or say anything else, and your mind is racing.

DId he mean to do that? He’s never done it before, it’s not something that’s normal between the two of you, so why would he randomly do it now?

You push that aside for now and go stand with Ivy and the rest of the bridesmaids, taking your place alongside the best man to make your entrance.

The rest of the wedding goes as planned, though one thing you couldn’t ignore was Jake’s eyes on you the entire time. Sure, he drifted over to the bride and groom every once in a while, but he was so enamored by you, it was hard for him to look away; his mouth also remained slightly agape in awe.

Once the ceremony concluded, guests were guided to the ballroom inside for cocktail hour while the hotel staff set up the dinner tables for everyone in the same space. You caught Jake before he could get too far, though.

“She wants all the plus one’s to join photos,” you tell him.

“She does?” You nod and take his hand, bringing him to the area they had set up for professional photos and everything. “Why?”

“She said she wanted us to have nice photos with our dates,” you say, getting into the line that everyone was waiting in. “Afterwards, we’ll do just the wedding party and family, but this was easier than rounding everyone up after that. This way, you can just head straight to cocktail hour.”

Jake’s hand remains in yours, neither of you really wanting to let go. You enjoyed the confort and feel of his hand, something that was also new for the two of you. When it was your turn for photos, you stand right up against Jake’s side, his hand falling to your waist, or rather just a tad lower than that, as you smile for the camera.

“Alright, a silly one,” the photographer directs. Jake immediately wraps his arms around your body, your back colliding with his chest. Your hands fly up to his forearms and once again, he leans in and kisses your cheek, his long hair tickling your face in the process.

Your smile is huge and your laughter adds to the noise in the room, and this makes Jake smile even more as well. The both of you stumble off to the side and your laughter begins to die down some. You clear your throat to ease some of the tension that had set in as soon as things went quiet between the two of you.

“Um, well, I have to stay here for more photos so, uh, feel free to go get a drink and some appetizers.” Jake’s expression falters and he backs away a little, nodding curtly before turning around and walking away. Sighing, you watch him, wanting nothing more than to run after him and kiss him.

But your mind tells you not to, that he sees you as just a friend and nothing more, and that doing so would risk your friendship.

By the time dinner rolls around, you are starving and more than ready to finally sit and relax for a little while. There wasn’t a seating arrangement for dinner, so you and Jake sat next to the bride and groom, Jake on your right and Ivy on your left at the head of the table. Her husband sat across from you, and he and Jake conversed while you and Ivy talked.

The sun was starting to set just as everyone was finishing up dinner, and since it was growing colder, everyone began to move inside for the party time of the evening. There was a dance floor and DJ in the same room that cocktail hour was held in.

But you stayed put in your seat, taking in the beauty of Venice and the color changing sky.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice calls out, breaking you from your daze. Your head whips around to find him holding out a jacket for you. You hadn’t even noticed he left the table, let alone went down to your room for it.

“I figured you would want to stay out here and watch the sunset, but it’s getting a little chilly, so here.” You take it from him and smile, slipping it onto your shoulders.

He sits back down in his seat to join you, silence washing over the two of you. But when you feel Jake’s hand cautiously grab yours, you saw this as a perfect chance to talk things through.

“Jake? Is something…is it just me or…” You were struggling to form a coherent thought about this.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he stares at you. He admires you in the warm glow of the setting sun, a sight even more heavenly than the brilliant sky in front of him.

“I don’t know how you think of this, but all day you’ve been…affectionate and…well, just different. And I don’t know if I’m reading it wrong or you’re just being friendly and my mind is overthinking it, but…”

“(Y/N)?” Jake murmurs. He squeezes your hand as a way of comforting you, his eyes remaining on you. “You’re…you’re not overthinking it.”

You narrow your eyes at him as he is now the one to start struggling with what he wants to say.

“I-I’ve liked you for some time. Hell, I love you. You are so special to me and while I’m glad you asked me to come with you, it got me thinking how much I want this to be more. I want us to be more. I don’t want to just be your date because you don’t have a partner. I want to be your partner. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I want to go through life with you as more than just friends. I was hoping this trip would help me get the courage to ask you, but I feared that I wouldn’t, so I just started sending you some signals in hopes that it might get your attention.”

“Jake, you’re stupid,” you tell him. This makes him laugh, though. “You really could have just told me.” He nods and reaches up to cradle your cheek with his free hand.

“I know. But how do I easily tell the most beautiful girl that I have ever laid eyes on that I love her, and not have any worry or doubt that she doesn’t feel the same way back?” For a split second, you notice his eyes quickly dart to your lips.

Smirking, you take matters into your own hands and lean forward to kiss him. Jake is caught off guard for a moment, but he quickly kisses you back with just as much passion.

“I love you too, Jakey. I was also hoping this trip could turn into something more.” A grin spreads across Jake’s face and he kisses you again, though much shorter and much softer this time.

“It definitely can, darling. Now, let’s go dance because a slow song just started.” Giggling, you stand, dropping his jacket onto the chair, and run straight into the ballroom, your shoes thankfully left behind as well. One of Jake’s hands goes right to your waist while the other holds yours up in a proper ballroom dance position.

Though your rhythm is slow, no rush, just swaying back and forth in a circle. Jake admires you once again, staring down at you with a love-drunk look in his eyes and a grin on his lips. But, staring at you isn’t enough.

Jake leans forward in the middle of the song, into your right shoulder and neck area that was exposed due to the one-shoulder style dress, and presses his lips to your warm skin. Your heart begins to race like crazy, and you can feel the blush rising in your body.

He places a line of kisses from the cap of your shoulder, all the way along your collarbone, and right into the dip where your neck and shoulder meet. Though he doesn’t stop there, and continues his kisses up your neck, placing them a few centimeters apart so he could get in as many kisses as he could.

He ends with a chaste kiss to your lips, after having gone over your jawline and cheek. By now, your face was on fire and your heart was beating out of your chest. Never, had anyone been so sweet and tender with their love for you.

This moment was so intimate, so personal, that you forget you are still at the wedding. You gaze up at Jake and caress his cheek with the hand that was resting on his shoulder.

“Wanna go back to the room?” You ask. He nods without a second thought, but before you do, you say goodbye to Ivy and a few others while Jake grabs his jacket. Upon entering, you immediately take a shower first, having sweat so much over the course of the day, and all you were looking forward to was cuddling up to Jake.

Finally.

After both of you showered and are dressed in your pajamas, you crawl into bed like you’ve done for the past couple days, however this time, Jake finally gets the courage to pull you into his arms and into his chest.

You let out a content sigh and curl into his body, his bare chest a comforting feeling, just like you imagined. You two have cuddled plenty of times, but this was much different. It was a difference that you welcomed.

“So, is it okay to say that we’re more than friends now?” You murmur into his neck. His chest rumbles with a light chuckle and you feel him press his lips to your forehead.

“I think so. What do you say about making our winery trip our first date?” Raising your head to look at him, you find that his eyes still hold the same look in them as they did on the terrace.

He truly does love you, and even if he can’t say it much with his words, he definitely shows it with his eyes. That’s one thing you loved about him.

“I would love that,” you grin. He leans forward to give you a sweet, lazy kiss. However, you deepen it a little bit, wanting more of the taste and feel of his lips.

The kiss turns into a rather heated make out, with you crawling on top of Jake’s body, straddling him, his hands grabbing ahold of your waist to steady you.

You cup his face in your hands, keeping him as close to you as you can. Just as your tongue swipes across his bottom lip, he groans and slightly shoves you back, sitting up while doing so.

Your face falls and immediately, you think you’ve done something wrong. So you try to climb off of him, but his hands keep you grounded.

“Baby, don’t move, it’s just…” he breathes out, attempting to catch his breath and calm his speeding heart.

“Jake, did I do something? Was that crossing a line? Or-“

Jake cuts you off by placing his finger to your lips, a lopsided smile on his face.

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just need a moment,” he tells you. “I’ve always thought about kissing you and now that it’s happening, I don’t know how to…how to process it, I guess.”

You cradle his face, your thumbs running over the apple of his cheeks, your eyes raking over his face. The way his pink lips parted, short breaths escaping them, his eyes half lidded, still filled with adoration for you. His cheeks were tinted a dark pink, and his skin felt a little clammy.

From the spot on your hips, you could also feel his hands were shaking, so you move to grab them and hold them in yours, trying your best to calm him down.

Finally, he was coming back down, so you fell beside him and curled into his side.

“We don’t have to do anything more,” you let him know. His hand trails up and down your back, running under your shirt to feel your skin against his.

“I wanna make out with you, honey, don’t get me wrong,” Jake laughs, “just give me a moment to come to terms with the fact that I’m no longer dreaming.”

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The Agreement

Chapter 12

Elain Archeron

Elain’s pen filled page after page. Never before had she written anything this quickly and this…well (if she may say so herself!). The tale flowed. Elain’s always had a robust, and some have said, ‘wild’ imagination. She didn’t think that it was wild, but she created worlds and conversations in her mind, adventures and love stories. Ahhh, the love stories. She indulged in writing love stories the most. They were exciting and exhilarating and passionate and…completely false. Untrue. Fake. Her love stories were childish, based on conjuncture and fantasy, not on any personal experience. She’d observed Dorchester courting her sister Nesta, but it was a short and ill-timed affair, which resulted in Nesta’s heartbreak. And then there was her own fateful engagement to Graysen, Lord Nolan. When Azriel had asked her whether she loved Graysen, Elain was honest–at that time, she didn’t know. It felt like she should’ve been in love with her husband-to-be, and she tried. She really, really tried to love him. However, she did not know anything about the man, other than that he loved fox hunting. In a week, she’d learned more about Azriel than she’d ever known about Graysen. She knew what whiskey Azriel preferred, that he played the fortepiano, she knew that for breakfast he only ate eggs and that he enjoyed coffee, that he was quite knowledgeable in and admired French impressionist paintings–he’s had a few of those chaotic, perplexing pieces here at the house. Apparently, he’d been to France numerous times, and often left Paris with a painting or two. His horse was named Brutus–it was a stately black stallion. Now, she knew about Azriel sneaking all the way to the Levant instead of taking a leisurely year to explore the Swiss Alps and the canals of Venice.

She knew Azriel much better than she ever knew Graysen. And perhaps, it was not love, but it was affection she felt for Azriel. Deep admiration and sexual attraction as well. And now, she could write about the genuine feelings that she was exploring for the first time in her life, which was a thoroughly freeing experience.

A knock on the door startled her and she made a sloppy splat of ink on the page.

“Elain?” She heard Nuala’s voice. “Are you alright, Miss?”

Looking around, waking up from her writing stupor, Elain looked around the room–the shadows were falling out in the garden. The clock said that it was after 3 pm. She couldn’t believe that she’s been writing for six hours straight.

“Elain?” Nuala repeated, concern lacing her voice.

Elain got up and went to open the door.

Nuala stood in the corridor, and Cerridwen was behind her. Both looked worried.

“Miss Elain, are you alright?” Nuala asked softly.

“Yes,” Elain nodded, unsure as to the reason for their panic. “I am well. Why?”

“Well, you’ve been locked in your room for the better part of the day and did not come down for luncheon.”

Cerridwen stepped forward and added, “We are under strict orders from his lordship that you eat at least three times daily. Full meals…”

“I apologise,” Elain whispered, reddening. She didn’t want to get the twins in trouble. She genuinely lost track of time, and now, they both felt at fault for her oversight. “I am sorry. I was…well, busy,” she explained vaguely. So far, only Azriel knew that she wrote, and she wanted to keep it that way. She liked having that little part of her life to remain private. Even though she was friendly with the twins, she didn’t want to reveal her hobby to them just yet.

“May I come in?” Nuala asked. “I should help you dress.”

Elain looked down and saw that she was still dressed in her house dress from the morning.

Elain stepped aside, allowing Nuala to enter, and noticing that the twins exchanged heavy glances between each other.

Slowly closing the door behind her, Nuala followed Elain inside and headed for the wardrobe, while Elain cleaned up her desk and put her writings into the drawer.

“I don’t mean to pry, Miss Elain,” Nuala turned swiftly and glared at Elain. “But I must ask–are you truly feeling well? Are you…hurt?”

It dawned on Elain at last–Nuala was aware of the fact that the relationship was consummated–and she was disturbed by Elain’s reluctance to come out of her room.

Stepping closer, Nuala pressed, “did he hurt you?”

Shaking her head, Elain quickly said, “No. Nuala, he didn’t. It was very…intense,” and at that, she blushed deeply, but took the maid’s hand and squeezed it lightly. “Truly,” she pushed.

Nuala looked at her closely, and finally, after a long pause, squeezed Elain’s hand back.

“Like you said,” Elain reminded her with a smile, “he is a good lord.”

“He might be a good lord,” Nuala shrugged, motioning for Elain to sit down at her dressing table. She picked up the hair brush and began brushing through Elain’s thick hair, as she said, “but is he a good lover? A tender one? A caring one?”

Elain pursed her lips, and Nuala’s eyes dipped to Elain’s neck, down to her cleavage, to her arms, taking stock of all the marks and bruises that peppered her skin. Clearly, she wasn’t believing Elain’s words.

Elain chewed on her lower lip, while Nuala brushed her hair somewhat aggressively.

“Yes, no, and yes,” Elain said at last, and Nuala threw her a confused look in the mirror.

Explaining further, Elain said, “he is a good lover, but he is not tender at all. But he is caring and he cared for me during and after.”

Nuala did not say anything back for a long while, while she braided and pinned Elain’s hair. She’d learned in the past week that Elain was comfortable with silences. She didn’t mind being lost in her thoughts and didn't have the need in her to constantly talk. It was both relaxing, but also unnerving at times. It reminded Nuala of Azriel too much.

“Is that enough?” she finally snapped.

Elain looked at her and raised her brow in question.

“Him being nice, I suppose…caring even…is that enough?”

“It has to be,” Elain said flatly and that was that.

Nuala understood that the conversation was over.

“What would you like to wear?” Nuala asked at last.

Before Elain could answer though, there was a knock on the door. Nuala went to open it and there stood the stone-faced Mr. Devlon. He remained expressionless when he announced, “A note came for Miss Elain from his lordship.” With that, he handed the envelope to Nuala and left without saying another word.

“From his lordship,” Nuala said and Elain took the small envelope, and wished that her fingers didn’t tremble quite so visibly. She and Azriel did not part on good terms–she felt that he was upset with her, but there was nothing that she could do about that now. She stood by her decision of not agreeing to contract re-negotiating. It would only give Azriel more power in the relationship, and frankly, that wasn’t fair to her.

My beautiful Elain,

I’ve been called away and will be absent for a day or two. I will do my best to return to you speedily. Meanwhile, I think that it would allow you time to heal before I return and ravage you again. Worry not, beautiful, I am not angry with you. You were correct in standing up to me and to my unfair demands.

While I am away, don’t you dare play with yourself. I’ll know if you did. And there will be consequences if you disobey.

Very fondly,

Elain had no idea what to make of this strange missive. She read it a few times, attempting to ascertain the tone and whether he was being truthful about not being upset with her.

“Is everything well, Miss?” Nuala asked.

Finally snapping out of it, Elain nodded and tucked the letter into her brassiere.

“His lordship will be away for a couple of days,” she explained, trying to keep her tone neutral. However, she couldn’t help her red hot cheeks, which flamed like two blazing coals. “There is no need to dress.”

Nuala tried to gauge Elain’s mood after the letter, but Elain did not let anything on, though judging by the deep blush that spread over her face and neck, the lord had said something naughty in his letter. Elain wasn’t exactly difficult to read.

Nuala still wasn’t sure what to make of her new friend–was this girl utterly mad? Or was she wild and fearless? Did she know what she was doing? Or was she way over her head with this affair? Nuala just prayed that Elain would not get her heart broken in the end, because if she had hopes of seducing Azriel away from Morrigan, it was a futile endeavour. It would never happen. He wouldn’t budge. And Nuala hoped that Elain recognised that fact.

“Nonsense!” Nuala announced, and Elain gave her a puzzled look.

“When the fox is away, the chickens are at play!” Nuala announced mysteriously, and Elain laughed heartily.

Seemed like the letter wasn’t a heartbreaker.

“What do you have in mind?”

Nuala quickly pulled things from the wardrobe and said, spinning around the bedroom, “We are going out!”

“Out where?” Elain whispered cautiously, though the idea of leaving the house appealed to her.

“We shall go to a public dining hall!”

“What is that?”

“A place where we can dine, and there is music…and,” she whispered conspiratorially, “men!”

Elain’s hand flew to her mouth and she stared at Nuala.

“You are scandalous, Miss Nuala!” she chided her humorously.

“Am not!” Nuala put her hands on her hips. “Balthazar is romancing Cerridwen. You are engaged with his lordship. What am I left with? Mr. Devlon?”

At that, Elain dissolved into laughter, shaking with giggles.

Nuala was laughing too, while she added, “Though a little birdie told me that Mr. Devlon has a lady companion.”

“What?!” Elain's eyes just about bugged out of her head. “You jest!”

Nuala shrugged, “not at all. All servants talk and that’s what I heard! So…that leaves me all by my lonesome. Therefore, you and Cer are obligated to come with me and have dinner and be with people.”

“What if there is a suitor who wants to court you?” Elain pondered, curious about the twins’ position in the household.

Nuala winced and said, “Well, then I’d have to discuss it with his lordship. And I am certain that he’d demand that I’d go with a chaperone!”

“He is that strict?”

“Not strict. Concerned. You should've heard the earful that poor Balthazar got when his lordship discovered that he was courting Cer! Told him that if he’d make her pregnant without a wedding ring, he’d ruin his life.”

Elain was surprised, and yet she wasn’t. It seemed like an Azriel thing to do. Have this warped sense of honour and propriety.

“Dress, and I’ll meet you downstairs in 10 minutes,” Nuala said and then skipped out of the bedroom hurriedly.

Where Elain was from, they had public houses, taverns, but she wasn’t familiar with these public food halls. She dressed in what Nuala had left for her–typical daily attire of a skirt, a shirtwaist and a jacket. She pulled on her gloves, and grabbed her hat and headed downstairs.

Nuala appeared a minute later, dragging Cerridwen alongside her, and then she loudly suggested ‘invite Balty to join us’.

Cerridwen gave her a scandalised look, but Nuala only shrugged.

“Mr. Devlon would be more amiable to let us go if we have a male escorting us.”

“Oh,”

“Yes. Oh. It’s just for that and no other reason.”

Elain hid her smile.

Apparently, Nuala approved of her sister’s romance with the valet. Elain didn’t know Balthazar well, because Azriel hardly ever needed his help, but he seemed to be a proper and genteel young man.

They passed by the servants' dining room, to let Mr. Devlon know that they would be leaving. And to Elain’s surprise, Mr. Devlon was…entertaining. He and a middle-aged lady that Elain did not know were seated at the table, a tea service in front of them.

“Ms. Alis will be joining us for dinner,” Mr. Devlon announced, and it was obvious that he wasn’t too thrilled to be found out like that. Because when they came in, he was actually…smiling. Laughing even. An unheard of event, up until now. “Since his lordship won’t be here tonight.”

“Mr. Devlon,” Nuala did her best to sound contrite and innocent. “We should like to have your permission to go out and eat at the dinner hall. Miss Elain’s never been to one, and we’d like to show it to her,”

“And there is dinner, Mr. Devlon,” Cerridwen piped in, “you and Ms. Alis should enjoy it together. There is beef stew and I’ve made pea soup as well. And a plum crumble for pudding.”

“And I shall escort the ladies,” Balthazar added immediately, even puffing out his chest, though he was a brawny, big lad, and there was no need to appear even bigger than he was.

Mr. Devlon gave them all an assessing, stern look, but then Ms. Alis whispered,

“Perhaps it would be good for them, Mr. Devlon? They are young and surely want to explore their horizons…”

Mr. Devlon considered, his lips pursed, but finally nodded and said, ‘you are to be home by 10:30 pm at the latest.”

“Yes, Mr. Devlon! Of course!” The twins beamed and then Cerridwen tugged Elain behind her, as they quickly left the dining room, before Mr. Devlon could change his mind.

The four of them ran down the hallway and finally piled out of the servants door and onto the side path.

“Was that her?” Elain asked excitedly. “Was that Mr. Devlon’s lady paramour?”

Cerridwen was laughing, and Nuala was bent over at the waist, panting and laughing.

“She is the housekeeper of the Duke of Argyle’s household, Lord Tam Lin,” Balthazar explained, offering Elain his arm. She was technically of higher social standing than the twins, and he felt obligated to provide her with assistance. Instead of taking his arm, Elain nudged him towards Cerridwen and nodded in her direction. Balthazar smiled with gratitude and then sidled towards Cerridwen and gave his arm. She threaded it with hers and beamed with secret happiness. Nuala took Elain by the hand and they walked side by side.

It was a nice, warm evening, and people were out for a stroll. Even the normally quiet and empty streets of Belgravia were unusually busy, though the aristocrats took to their private gardens or were piling into cabs, while the help walked on the edge of the sidewalks. Balthazar took his place at the curb, to protect the ladies he was escorting, and Elain thought that perhaps, Azriel was worrying needlessly, since Balthazar seemed like a very decent and honourable gentleman.

“How would Mr. Devlon meet someone like Ms. Alis?” Elain wondered.

“At a flower show,” Cerridwen laughed, as she turned to look at them. “Mr. Devlon is quite the florist–he actually cultivates heirloom roses, and devotes a lot of time to working on that–and every year, there is a flower show, at the Crystal Palace no less! And Mr. Devlon’s won a number of times. Ms. Alis visited the show, and even exhibited a couple of times. I suppose they share the love for horticulture and extravagant roses.”

Elain considered it, and then said, “well, I think that it’s rather romantic!”

Nuala laughed softly and pulled Elain to her, “ahhh, she’s got romance on her mind! She even finds Mr. Devlon romantic,”

“I wouldn’ go that far,” Elain laughed as well. “He is rather stern and frightful.”

“Which only makes it more amusing to watch his lordship be stern and frightful with Mr. Devlon. Though it doesn’t happen often.”

The casual mention of Azriel brought Elain’s thoughts back to him. She’s been in her head most of the day, and now, she was in the company of others, but deep down, Elain was always with Azriel–connected to him mentally and physically. Now, as they walked down the streets, in London’s perpetual fog, though it was very light this fine evening, Elain took stock of her body and all the minor aches and pains came back to the surface. Just last night, she was tangled in a naked embrace with the Duke of Velaris, him inside her body, his hands hot and needy all over her skin, his tongue…everywhere. She also just realised that she’d forgotten to dress properly and didn’t put on her corset, but was walking in her brassiere under her blouse and her jacket. Her tender nipples rubbing against the satin brought her to that reality. The dull, but pleasant soreness in her behind was also welcome–a tether that connected her to Azriel. Not to mention the ache between her legs. She hoped that no one noticed the immodest bouncing of her breasts, and how natural her body looked beneath the jacket.

They joined a stream of people–many younger females, in simple clothes–and some younger men, dressed in varied attire.

“So who goes to these dining halls?” Elain asked, turning her head whichever way, like a baby. She hasn’t even been in places with so many people on the streets. When her father still had his fortune, the family lived in a manor, had acres and acres of land, but only ever ventured out to neighbouring estates, and at times to Dover, to a ball or a charity function. After their home and their money were gone, there was nowhere to go and travel was expensive anyway. They were stuck in St. Margaret’s Bay for years. Therefore, yet again, Elain was overwhelmed. She was initially shocked by the crowds when she first met Azriel (and she couldn't believe that it was only a week ago). Now, she was navigating through throngs of people, and she grabbed Nuala’s hand tighter. Nuala looked at her, but didn’t comment, and only squeezed her fingers kindly.

“You’ll like it, I promise,” Nuala whispered at last when they approached a building with tall doors, which swung back and forth. “And on the weekend, we’ll go to Than Gunter’s in Berkeley Square for sweet ices.”

It was a great food hall, when they entered. It was noisy and warm here, waiters and serving boys were running around, hauling great trays laden with dishes. Because Balthazar was with them, he took charge of finding seats, and the three of them followed him.

There was dancing happening in the adjoining hall, the stomping of feet loud and the music fast and jovial.

“Can we go dancing?” Elain asked excitedly, taking everything in. “What’s there?” she pointed to the second floor loggia, where there were individual tables set up, and far fewer people were milling about.

“Oh, that’s where the gentlemen dine,” Balthazar explained.

“Gentlemen come here?” she was surprised. The clientele was decent, but this was a place for the working class–mostly domestics, labourers, perhaps some students. She couldn’t imagine Azriel here.

“Perhaps not his lordship, but you would be surprised,” Cerridwen piped in, her eyes lighting up when they were brought four pints.

Elain’s never even had lager before, or at least not as much as a whole pint, but she took a sip and it went down well. It was smooth, hoppy, slightly bitter and fruity.

Balthazar took to ordering for everyone, since he was a man and expected to take charge. Elain wondered if it were just the three girls, how quickly would they be approached and served?

They were brought anchovy stuffed olives to nibble on, and Cerridwen asked, “Why are you looking so pensive like, Miss Elain?”

“You may simply call me Elain,” she said, sipping her lager. “I am not pensive,”

“You sure are,” Balthazar argued, his dark brown eyes watching her closely.

“I…oh, it’s stupid,” Elain waved her hand, but Balthazar and Cerridwent pressed her, “come on now. There is something going on…You don’t like the place?”

“No, no, the place is nice,” she assured them quickly. “It just made me think…You know how we had to ask Mr. Devlon for permission to go out tonight? And when we came here, they saw us with Balthazar and they found a table for us quickly and brought us drinks, but those four girls,” she pointed to the waiting area, “they’ve been here longer than us, and no one’s offered them a seat yet. And I bet that if Balthazar wanted to leave in the evening, no one would object. And I…I just don’t think it’s fair,” she exhaled and felt herself blush.

“Are you a Socialist?” Nuala queried.

“A Socialist?” Elain laughed nervously. “No. Of course not. But I would like,”

“What exactly?”

“I don’t want this to be all we ever do. You are domestics, but maybe you want to do something else entirely?” She looked at the twins. “And my sisters–my eldest, Nesta, she is so smart, so well-read, so erudite–and she can’t even do anything with her smarts.”

“She could become a governess,” Cerridwen proposed reluctantly.

“She doesn’t want to be a governess. Because she could do so much more! I want her to become a secretary,”

Both Balthazar and Nuiala bubbled their lips. This was a tall order kind of a declaration and Elain knew that.

“She’d need a typing machine, you know,” Balthazar said reasonably. “They are expensive and she’d need to train, and she’d need to know how to interview well…”

Elain sighed and took a generous gulp of her lager. Her hands were shaking, and she couldn’t believe herself and that she allowed herself to voice her dreams out loud.

“I know. But I will buy her that machine and she will learn. And she will become a secretary!” she said stubbornly. “And then,” she was talking fast, the alcohol probably hitting her quicker than expected, “why couldn’t we all work and do what we want? Why can’t we own property? Why do we have to ask our fathers and husbands for permission to do everything? Why can’t we study in colleges?”

Cerridwen was shaking her head, until she muttered, “you’ve got many ambitions, Miss Elain. It’s commendable, but I don’t think it’s realistic, I am sorry to say.”

“I know,” Elain agreed, “I know. It’s all fairy tales in my head, it will never happen,”

The waiter delivered mutton cutlets with tomato sauce, and a platter of liver with onions, along with a bowl of young roasted potatoes.

And while she was talking, Elain didn’t even dare speak about herself and why she was here, in London, in the Duke’s household in the first place. Because admitting out loud that she was whoring out her womb for money was simply terrible. Even if these three knew some of what was happening between her and the Duke, acknowledging it was not something Elain was ready to do.

Balthazar tucked into the liver and pointed his fork in her direction with intention.

“You should ask his lordship,”

Elain sliced into the mutton and asked, “ask him for what?”

“He might agree with you,” Balthazar said, “at least in concept. He always championed women’s rights, donating to causes. He opened a women’s hospital in Whitechapel, because the mortality rates were so high for women and birthing mothers. He funds schools there as well–not sure how many children have the chance to attend, but he does what he can.

“Maybe he can do something for you?”

“I don’t see what he might be able to help,” Elain argued sadly. “His lordship is a good man, with a generous heart, but this change seems insurmountable,”

“Naw, Miss Elain, ain’t nothing insurmountable in the world if there is a will. You ain’t the only one talking like that,”

At that Elain stopped eating and looked up at Cerridwen with curiosity.

Nuala nodded, “She's right, you know. There are women out there campaigning, organising rallies of all sorts, demanding more rights.

“I don’t know if his lordship would allow you to attend–it does get somewhat dangerous at times, and there is much resistance–but you should talk to him,”

Elain hummed under her breath and nodded.

Would Azriel be receptive to her ideas? He seemed like a modern enough man, but he was also the product of his upbringing and his status.

“The food’s good,” Nuala announced, bringing the conversation to a close.

“Not as good as Cer’s,” Balthazar smiled and Cerridwen blushed adorably at the compliment.

Was Elain envious of them?

Maybe a little.

What she had with Azriel was passionate, sexual, filthy even, but was it romantic? She wouldn’t say that. And maybe, she wanted a little of this–the cute compliments and the gentle touches and the tender gazes.

Nuala huffed and grunted, “you two make me feel terrible about myself!”

“No!” Cerridwen reached for her sister’s hand and patted hers gently. “You’ll find someone. You know you will.”

Nuala rolled her eyes and said, her tone bitter, “when? When I am like Ms. Alis? Aged 53, droning on and on about my nephews, with a Mr. Devlon-like suitor?”

“You are being dramatic,” Balthazar cocked his brow, displaying the same even-keel-ness as Azriel. “Of course you will find a husband,”

“Balthazar, do you know many domestics who are married? The whole idea is that we get wages, shelter and food, but no private lives…It’s fine. Maybe I will become a revolutionary spinster!”

Elain chuckled at that.

“It doesn’t sound terrible.”

As they laughed, a shadow fell on their table and Elain lifted her eyes from her now-empty plate. She had polished off her cutlets very successfully. She still felt fairly ravenous all the time, hungry for food and for the comfort of having food around her.

“If you are not otherwise engaged, Miss, would you grant me the pleasure of the next dance?”

A well-dressed man stood at their table. He was fashionably dressed, in a well-tailored suit, with a moss green waistcoat and an emerald green cravat. He stood in a confident pose, long legs firmly planted on the floor, one hand threaded into the seam of the waistcoat. He was a younger man, maybe mid-20s, with an attractive aristocratic face, fine features, and bronze-red hair styled unusually long. He wore a golden eye patch over his left eye.

“Count Lucien Vanserra at your service,” he bowed slightly, his one brown eye gazing at Elain.

She was taken aback by the invitation, and didn’t know what to say, but she rose from her seat and curtsied.

“Count Vanserra.”

He extended an elbow to her, and she had no other choice but to take it.

It felt strange.

Another man’s interest in her was…unusual. Confusing too.

She didn’t know why her, and what she had that was so attractive. A duke and a count? That seemed a bit unbelievable.

Nuala and Cerridwen made big eyes at her, but she only managed a discreet shrug and followed along Count Vanserra’s long strides. He was not as tall as Azriel–but who was?--but he was still very tall, with a lean, athletic body.

“May I have a name?” he asked at last.

“Oh, pardon me and my manners. Elain. Elain Archeron.”

“Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Archeron,” he said warmly.

“You as well, Count.”

“Do you dance the polka, Miss?” he asked.

She nodded and he moved them closer to the dance hall. There was a small band of musicians playing in the corner, and what they lacked in numbers, they compensated in energy and fast, exciting tunes.

“Oh, this reminds me of home!” Elain exclaimed with a smile.

“Indeed? Where is home?” he queried, wrapping his arm around her waist. And then, they were off, swept into the vortex of the other dancing couples.

Lucien led expertly, his steps sure and well-practised.

“Dover,” Elain explained, watching her hand disappearing within his.

“Ahhh, and what sorts of music is played in Dover?”

“If we ever went out dancing, Irish music is popular. Fast dances. But it’s a port city, so we’ve heard all kinds of music there,”

“And now you are in London?” he prodded her.

Despite her best efforts, Elain coloured, suddenly becoming acutely aware of the fact that she was still dripping with Azriel’s seed in her satin knickers. It was both embarrassing and unsettling somehow. She hoped that her collar hid any marks from Azriel’s teeth–marks that he loved leaving on her body. She felt marked by him. She was his. Not only because of the fact that they had consummated their relationship last night, but because somehow, she belonged to him. She was Azriel’s.

Count Vanserra didn’t seem to notice her apprehension, and waited for her answer.

“I am,” was all she said, while he whipped her up in his arms.

He waited for more, looking at her expectantly.

He was handsome. Not in the same way that Azriel was handsome–who was classically and unforgettably beautiful, but in a refined way, which spoke of many generations of noble blood. Though then she thought of the Queen, who wasn’t exactly a beauty, and decided that perhaps this Lucien Vanserra was just handsome.

“May I come clean, Miss Archeron?” he smiled at her, as he spun her about.

“Certainly, sir,” she agreed, wondering what secret he was harbouring.

“I’ve seen you before.”

“Oh. You have?”

“I have,” he nodded, pulling her closer to his body.

“Where would that be?”

“Duke of Velaris’s garden, to be exact.”

Jesus. She did not want him to know anything about her and Azriel, and establish a connection between the two of them, but it seemed like it was too late now. She’d been careful, and stayed mostly on the inside of the garden, figuring out how to make sense of it, and pulling weeds.

“I was curious, I must admit, as to who you were. And how did Azriel get such a pretty gardener?”

“You know the Duke of Velaris?”

“I do. Not closely–I don’t think he has close acquaintances, if I am being frank–but we frequent the same clubs,”

“What do you do, my lord?”

“My father is the ambassador to Britain–from Italy. I was born here though, so I am quintessentially British, though of Italian stock.”

“How fascinating.”

Elain didn’t know how to react, or what to say. She was frantically thinking of an explanation for what she was doing at Azriel’s house.

Lucien trotted the two of them around, while the tune changed, and now it was actually something Gaelic and familiar.

“Uh, the music in this establishment leaves much to be desired,” Lucien winced, but Elain lit up and said, “well, I am enjoying it!”

“Well, then, lead on!” he laughed, and his smile was open and friendly.

Elain found herself liking him. He wasn’t particularly intense, not like Azriel, and there was a warmth about him, a lightness, which probably came from his background.

They linked arms and stomped about, facing a row of dancers, who answered with their own stomps. Elain caught sight of Nuala, dancing with a man, and Balthazar and Cerridwen dancing together, their eyes only for each other.

“So you are familiar with the Duke then?” Lucien pressed.

Elain was breathless and smiling, as she nodded.

“I am his gardener! I am going to be studying at the Horticulture Institute and I was hired to tend to his grounds. It’s good practice and a good position to boot.”

The lie rolled easily off her tongue. It wasn’t all lies. She did work on Azriel’s garden and she was planning on applying to the Institute. Of course, somewhere in there, she was expected to become pregnant and bear his child, but that was…sometime in the future. She couldn’t think of it now.

“Lucky for him,” Lucien said flatly.

…The Count joined the four of them at their table after the dancing. He seemed comfortable and at ease in the presence of servants, and shared that he was the seventh son of his Ambassador father and his Countess mother. Because he was so low on the totem pole of importance to his father, he in fact, worked at the Embassy, and did various jobs which were not always glamorous. Yes, he was the elite, but he was also sort of approachable. Pleasant even. Didn’t treat the domestics with contempt. He and Balthazar shared a scotch, while the ladies had Victoria sponge, with extra helpings of cream.

Once the evening finally began winding down, and Nuala noted that they needed to be home by 10:30 pm, and it was five past now, Lucien stood up and said, ‘Allow me to walk you home, Miss Archeron’.

“Of course, sir. It would be my pleasure.”

“Where do you live?” Elain asked once they were outside. Nuala led the way, then it was Elain and Lucien, and Cerridwen and Balthazar trailed them, making moon eyes at each other.

“In Mayfair,” Lucien answered, “but the Embassy is in Belgravia, so I spend quite a lot of time there.”

Well, that explained how he spied her in Azriel’s garden.

“And you dine at the public food halls?”

“Suppose I do. It’s a quick dinner. Without pressure. I enjoy a club, or a restaurant, but it’s my job to socialise all day long, and sometimes, at night, I prefer some privacy and the chance to relax.”

“Understandable.”

He looked at her and said quietly, so that the others couldn’t hear,

“And I am glad that I did. It offered me the chance to meet you.”

Elain looked down at her feet, unsure of how to respond.

His interest was obvious.

Her availability was questionable at best.

Part of the Agreement that she had with Azriel stated that she would not have relations with other males, which included courting.

If Azriel found out, he’d be furious. She knew that. Azriel was possessive, somewhat obsessive too, needy and demanding. And he was her employer, as well as her lover, and the man who held her heart in his hand.

It was too complicated and she didn’t know what to say. Because she knew that Lucien Vanserra was interested and would request to court her.

“Are you engaged with a man?” he asked.

Elain bit her lip and forced herself to shake her head no. What could she say? I am Azriel Night’s lover and would likely be the mother of his child.

Lucien perked up and smiled,

“That’s good news.”

“Is it?”

He exhaled and then proceeded to ask,

“Would you permit me to court you, Miss Elain?”

“Sir, this is so unexpected,” she murmured feebly. “We’ve only just met.”

“Of course, of course, I understand,” he nodded immediately. “I do not mean to pressure you, Miss. Surely you know this?”

“I know, sir.”

“Must I ask the Duke for permission?” he proposed seriously. “Is he your guardian?”

His innocent proposal caused such horror in Elain, that she actually choked and began to cough.

“Are you quite alright?” he worried, as they stopped and she hacked and panted in the middle of the street.

“I am, sir. Forgive me.”

She pounded her chest, feverishly thinking of a way out of this.

“Sir, I am flattered,” she said quickly. “Enormously. But am I of the appropriate background for you? I am not noble, you understand. I don’t have a dowry. I aim to be a working woman once I am finished with my education,”

“Until you are married, obviously.”

She winced, but agreed, ‘obviously’.

“I am not worried about your social status, Miss Archeron. You are a well-reared maid. Perhaps not wealthy, but I have a modest fortune of my own, so money is of no concern.

“And I am not expected to make a match based on wealth and status. I am lucky like that–being the seventh son has some advantages, you know,” he chuckled. “I may actually marry for love!”

“That is an advantage,” Elain agreed. She needed to stop this. At once. But how? She did not have a valid reason. And Lucien was…nice. She had no opposition to him, and even his missing eye didn’t bother her.

“What do you say, Miss Archeron?”

They were near Azriel’s pure-white mansion, lit up with gas lanterns and lamps on the outside. It looked beautiful and overwhelming.

“Mr. Vanserra, sir,” Elain turned to him once they approached the wrought iron fence and the other three quickly disappeared behind the gate.

“Please do not say ‘no’,” he pleaded, and the plea was genuine.

“Not a ‘no’,” she sighed. “But I’d just arrived in London last week. I’ve been settling, I only just began my work here, and my school will start in a few weeks. I am simply not ready for courting yet, sir. I am sorry. I don’t want to be unfair to you, but I cannot devote my time to a relationship right now.”

“And I understand,” he said earnestly. “I do, Miss Elain–and I am sorry for being so abrupt about my offer. However, I should like to call upon you in a month’s time, if that is acceptable to you?”

A month.

She had a month.

A lot could happen in a month.

He’d likely forget all about her.

“That is acceptable,” she nodded at last. “I’d be in a better place in a month.”

“Then it’s agreed!” He sounded cheerful and excited. “I am so pleased, Miss Archeron. So pleased.”

“So am I, sir,” she told him.

“Then we’ll meet again in a month,” he promised, and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. “I look forward to it. You won’t regret it. I think we’d make a fine couple.”

A fine couple indeed.

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