Both Rapunzel and Cathy respond with eye contact and “Thank you.”
The women wave, invitingly, “Come on! The celebration won’t start without you.”
Cathy and Rapunzel exchange a look, and the mutual respect that have for each other shines in their eyes. Cathy says, “Come on. Let’s go celebrate.” She takes a step forward, and Rapunzel breaks to follow, but I reach out and grab her arm.
“Sister, you go on ahead. We’ll catch up to you. If we go with you, you’ll share the spotlight with us.”
Rapunzel stops dead in her tracks and turns that piercing blue gaze on me. Her expression says, how unbelievably thoughtful my statement was. Then she turns back to Cathy and shoos her away. “Go! This is your moment. You deserve to be the center of attention.”
Cathy walks backwards to the elevator, blowing us kisses. Then she turns around and runs away.
We watch her until the elevator doors close, then Rapunzel turns on me. “Why do you need a fiancée, and why me?”
Her tone pisses me off, and my grip on her arm tightens. She glares daggers at me, and I jerk her to me. Her hand hits my chest, bracing against me. “I need a fiancée to get the trust fund my father left me. Why you?” I grip her jaw and hold her defiant face captive. “Because you are fucking perfection.”
Her glaring eyes look through me, then flare, as she hisses, “Kiss me, quick! Tiara!” And she throws her arms around my neck.
I ram her up against the wall and make my point without words … to both of them.
Zella
Jesus! Why is Tiara up here?
Oui! d’Artagnan! You’re pulling my hair!
Christ! My tit! Ouch!
Oomph! My back!
Dammit. Your hard cock is bruising my abs.
“My God, don’t give me a hickey!” I hiss as his lips suck and nip my flesh.
He releases me but puts his hands on either side of my head on the wall, pinning me there. God, he smells so good.
He growls, “I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow, princess.”
Dear god! My pussy soaks itself, and I’m thankful I left the pearl-trimmed thong on. Otherwise, my juice might ooze down my leg.
“d’Artagnan!” Tiara’s voice scolds him. “What are you doing?”
He chuckles, holding his position. His eyes twinkle dangerously into mine. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m kissing my fiancée and promising to….
“Tiara,” I interrupt him. Not wanting him to repeat it. “Cathy’s already gone down to celebrate her victory at the reception with her friends.”
“Victory?” Tiara huffs, “Hardly!”
“Good jab,” d’Artagnan whispers in my ear, then he pulls back to wink at me. The impressed smirk on his face makes me bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling.
“I’m sure the press is swarming her right now. Think of the photo opportunities for you. I’m sure you don’t want to miss the golden opportunity to take credit for setting her up to succeed.”
“Damn!” d’Artagnan says, right before he turns his head to look at her. “Nice stab.”
Tiara ignores me, having eyes only for d’Artagnan. “I expect you to attend the reception, son. I have an announcement of my own to make.”
He tenses, and I see his jaw clench. I quickly pull his face back to look at me. The distrust and disdain he has for her shine in his eyes. I peck his lips. “Come on, handsome. Let’s go celebrate with Cathy. We have the rest of our lives together.”
Tiara huffs again. “We shall see about that too.”
