Adrian sat at the back of the taxi on his way to the exquisiteHotel de Fernandez. It was the usual place Vivian and himself had set up to meet up whenever she was back from her numerous foreign trips outside the city, or sometimes if they just felt like having a wild night.
So when he received Vivian’s message, which stated that she had arrived from Las Vegas some hours ago and even forwarded the room number she was in to him, room 317, He immediately booked a cab to take him to the hotel, knowing fully well that Vivian must already be sick and hungry for him.
A few minutes into the trip, his phone beeped, showing a missed call notification from Scarlett.
"Don't you ever get tired?” He murmured to himself, with tired lines etched on his forehead.
The taxi driver looked at him from the rearview mirror.
"Did you say something, sir?"
“Hunh?” He made a curious, absent-minded sound before he quickly waved and said,
"Don't worry about it; I wasn't talking to you."
"Oh sorry." The driver apologized, turning back to concentrate on his driving.
This was the fifth time Scarlett would be calling him since he hurriedly left her at the club after receiving Vivian’s message and after she cornered him, asking him to deflower her. He had to run because she was growing to become the biggest threat to him, day in and day out. As much as he was aware of how drawn he was to her body, particularly after their first physical encounter at their family estate, he also knew he needed to tread with caution.
He put his phone on silent mode. As the car motioned forward, increasing its speed, and as it darted across the main highway that led to the hotel,.
On getting to the hotel, he communicated with the lady receptionist, who reached out to Vivian to confirm his invitation before granting him access to her room upstairs.
“Babe!” she called out excitedly, throwing her arms like a teenage girl in love after she opened the door to reveal his happy yet starved-looking expression outside her hotel door. She looked over and rushed towards him just as eagerly as they clung together in a reunifying embrace.
“I missed you." He whispered into her ear.
“And I’ve been longing for you.” She whispered back hungrily.
He immediately discerned the desirous craving in her voice. While still holding on to him, she dragged him into the room while he smacked the door close with a backward kick, and immediately they went clumsily for each other's clothes. They kissed and staggered forward, then finally found a place to adhere to at one of the corners beside the wardrobe while Vivian stood with her back turned to Adrian as he groped her from behind, sliding his fingers down her undies, instantly reaching into her G-spot, and stroking the spot with his index finger until he began to trigger her moans and feel the dripping wetness on his fingers. He pushed her undies down mechanically and positioned her for a doggy, unzipping quickly and sliding in from behind.
"Agh agh.” Her moaning this time was stirring, uncontrolled, and throaty. He grabbed her boobs for support, recklessly slamming into her while slapping and pressing her nipples at intervals. Vivian was even more turned on and the increase in the tempo of her moans proved that.
She shut her eyes and her mouth hung open as Adrian's dick slammed in and out of her without mercy, the sound of their skins slapping against each other seemed to fuel their excitement.
Adrian steadied her, keeping his thrusts faster and more precise, until he started to feel her tremble.
"I'm coming..oh.oh..”
The tempo of her moans kept rising and switching paces until she reached the point of orgasm, holding onto him firmly as she released her juices.
“Oh my God, Adrian, you’re incredible.” She said, panting when they were done. This was worth about twice as much as her night in Vegas. As good as Rod2020 was, he still didn’t come close. It was all she needed to revalidate her reasons for wanting to get married to Adrian. He would be her personal young stallion that would take to cloud nine over and over again whenever she wanted.
She turned over as they kissed some more before going to the bathroom to shower together.
After the shower, they had gotten all dressed up. Vivian sat at the edge of the bed, reapplying her makeup, while Adrian was lying in the center with his head steadied against a pillow.
Vivian’s phone popped on with a message notification. She reached out, picking it up to check. It was Scarlett.
“I’m off to school; see you when I see you.”
Vivian shrugged and was still in the middle of reacting when another message popped in from Richard in less than a minute.
“Hurry down now; Maxwell just made a 20 million dollar withdrawal from the company’s coffers. Be quick.”
She got up with a jerk.
“Gosh.” She whispered.
“What is it?” Adrian asked, rising up to sit.
“Nothing… really… I would be going off too quickly to attend to something in the office. I want you to get to Scarlett; she’s about to leave for school. Please help me take her there.”
“Scarlett?” Adrian asked, grimacing.
"Yes, Adrian, if you guys are going to get along, it has to begin now, and I’m serious. I really need you guys to become good friends. Our marriage needs it.”
“Our marriage needs it." Adrian repeated, widening his eyes, contorting his facial muscles, and looking even more confused.
“What are you saying, Vivian?”
“You see, I wouldn’t want our relationship to annoy my daughter so much because she kind of wields a lot of power. You know, work wise... So the happier she is with us, the better for us. Our marriage will be easier when we have her goodwill." She explained.
While Adrian maintained a thoughtful silence. A lot appeared to be going on in his head. Vivian, on the other hand, appeared to be in such a hurry to keep explaining. So she picked up her bag, leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and said, “Do it for me, honey; I’ll be right back.” Before getting up to leave,.
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Adrian met up with Scarlet, as advised by Vivian. He sat awkwardly in the passenger seat next to her while she drove at an extremely slow speed to her school in her Mercedes Carrera. Tension hung between them, along with the many unanswered questions from their last encounter.
From the corner of his eyes, he could sense Scarlett looking him over, eyeing him as usual, and smacking her lips. But he struggled not to make any comment on the matter; silently, he was praying they wouldn’t even have to talk much throughout the duration of his escort. But it was unlikely because, despite Scarlett’s muted expression, It was still obvious, as she was saying with every bone in her body, that she had other plans. Adrian let out an inaudible sigh.
When they got to her school residence, he was mildly surprised to discover that she was going to be staying in an expensive-looking penthouse as a student.
Vivian’s last words instantly came ringing in his head again.
“We need her goodwill; she wields a lot of power.”
He took a deep breath again as Scarlett turned off the ignition before he got down and helped her carry her luggage into the house.
Inside the cozy yet austere emptiness of Scarlett’s apartment, his anxiety came back again. It was just him and her in such a large, comfortable space.
"I guess I should be leaving now.” He mumbled. The words came out almost like a croak.
“Not yet.” Scarlett muttered instantly, switching her demeanor and walking slowly towards him. Her ocean blue eyes were beckoning on him and getting so close that her breasts were rubbing against his chest, no matter how much he tried to deny it, he wanted to taste them badly.
Adrian felt chills firing from one point to the next all around him. He felt helpless at the feet of his own desires. He wanted her so badly, but for the same secret reason, he needed to lie to himself that he did not.
"Not again, Scarlett.” Adrian said, getting up, but he did not move, could not move, because whenever he saw her like that, it always felt like the blood in his veins had become ice. Visions of those past memories always came calling.
She moved even closer again until they merged, skin rubbing against skin. Her lemonade scent filled his nostrils yet again.
“Scarlett.” He whispered.
“What now, Adrian? What? Why do you always like lying to yourself?"She asked, looking into his eyes.
“I’m not; you know I can’t just betray your mom?" Adrian retorted weakly.
“Betrayal?” She laughed. "What was that at your office the other day? Faithfulness? Look If you don’t want me, just tell me, so I can get someone else, man enough to poke my cherry.” She withdrew from him and was about to leave when Adrian held her back by the arm.
“Listen to me, Scarlett; we can’t be lovers, but we can be friends.”
“We don’t have to be lovers.” Scarlett cut in.
“We can even make it a one-time thing.” She almost said. “We have done this before.” But she quickly held herself and instead said,
"My mom won’t even know a thing, I promise." She said, sounding really desperate.
“There’s no way you won’t ask for more, Scarlett.” Adrian argued weakly.
“Then I wouldn’t be in the wrong for doing that.” She maintained spiritedly.
“I mean, why can’t you just leave my mom and date your age? Or do you think she’s dating only you? She’s got numerous men at her beck and call, and at the end of it all, she’s going to dump you. I am actually the one with the money.”
“I don’t care about the money.” Adrian continued stubbornly.
“What do you want from my mom then?” Scarlett paused to ask, and finally, his last statement had indeed triggered some logical thoughts she had kept hidden for too long in her mind because of her desire for him. If he could almost fuck her at the club and if she had also caught him banging another young girl in his office, then why was he camouflaging under the disguise of love to bang her mom repeatedly, even to the point of accepting to marry her? If he claims the money is not his goal, then what was his plan?
“I know this has nothing to do with true love. What exactly do you want from my mom? What do you have on her?”
“I just want to give Sarah the fucking respect she deserves! the fucking respect stolen from her. Is that too much to ask?” Adrian raised his voice, losing his cool and surprising himself with his utterance. Scarlett paused for a second, with confused lines criss crossing her face.
“Wait, who’s Sarah? And what kind of respect are you talking about? What do you do?"
Running his hand through his hair In frustration, Adrian forcefully grabbed her close, drowning her words with a kiss. She returned his kissing just as hungrily, arms wrapped around each other. Rekindling the heat of days ago.