A Summer to Remember(44)
“You know what, Ashley? You’re pathetic. Paul was never in love with you and he would have never married you. He liked you well enough but you were never going to end up with his last name so nice try but no cigar. You may be this posh WASP princess but let me tell you one thing: you will be miserable for the rest of your life because not one thing about you is genuine.”
I paused before I continued. “Go ahead and convince yourself I’m some whore and you are this virtuous society woman but that doesn’t make it true. And you know what burns you the most? Even if I was the biggest whore on earth and gave myself to hundreds of men, I still got the guy. Paul is mine and what do you have? It is true, you’re of excellent breeding. You’ll always have a string of men you date who might be interested in you for the time being but not one will ever marry you because you lack substance and strength not to mention character.
“That’s not to say you won’t finally land some sap who will fall for your bogus charms but I can promise you he won’t be part of my brother’s circle of friends because babe, if you can ruin me with false accusations and half-truths then I can make your life a living nightmare. Just watch me.”
All the color drained from her face and her summer tan seemed to have lost its spark. “You’re…you’re lying.”
I tucked my small clutch purse under my arm and began to walk past her before I reached for the door to the women’s restroom. “What ever helps you sleep at night…have a nice evening.” I smiled at her with an overly fake grin and walked out.
No matter how badly she made me feel, I would never stoop so low to tell Paul what had happened that night. It wasn’t worth it and I certainly didn’t want those particular kinds of images rolling around in his mental rolodex. The sooner he forgot about Ashley and their supposed courtship, the better it would be for me.
Chapter Fifteen
Paul and I got home late that evening and the moment we entered his roomy yet elegant two bedroom apartment on the upper East side, I was immediately jealous. It was very functional and homey despite being a guy’s residence and filled to the brim with expensive antique furniture and paintings that were worth more than my whole art gallery collection.
His family—especially his mother—was an avid collector. She was half-Dutch and half-German so she possessed many paintings from her former homeland of the Netherlands. There were Rembrandts and Van Goghs on almost every wall and the odd Picasso or two could also be found.
His father, although a businessman, was an avid collector of Baccarat crystal and there were quite a few sculpture pieces along with the apartment’s pièce de résistance: a real live Fabergé egg enclosed in a see through Plexiglas box. It was an original and one of four the family had in its possession. Paul had a much older brother, Andrew, and he also had one as well. It was pretty much a given once their parents were gone, they would inherit the other two.
Paul grabbed me by the waist and ground his hard-on against my backside. “How did you enjoy dinner? Did it live up to your expectations?”
I turned around to face him and smiled warmly before I kissed his soft lips. “Dinner was absolutely perfect and I couldn’t have asked for a better night out on the town. You’re too good to me.”
His crystal blue eyes stared into mine. “I’m glad to hear that. I didn’t realize Ashley and her cousin, Imogen, were also there until a good friend told me and I would have really hated if she ruined your evening.”
“Don’t worry about it, she didn’t.”
Paul pulled me toward him and kissed my lips passionately. I found myself responding with such longing and desire, it wasn’t long before we were slowly making our way to his bedroom as we slipped off clothes along the way.
By the time he got me on his bed, a handmade Sudanese cotton duvet in a deep Chinese red, we were both nude and he wasted no time hoisting me onto my stomach. I felt vulnerable with my legs splayed and my sex exposed to him: wanton, dripping juices of desire and just so overtly sexual at that moment.
He leaned over me and kissed his lips down my back before he spread the orbs of my ass even more and tongued my tight sphincter. I had indulged in anal sex twice previously before and both experiences had been an ultimate and unmitigated disaster.
I didn’t know exactly how to feel about this turn of events but I went with the flow and moaned out loud as his tongue slipped lower along my perineum. He licked back and forth before his tongue plunged into the wetness of my sex and my breath caught in my throat. All his movements were slow and deliberate enough to tease me.