Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
“What?!” Julie almost choked on his saliva. Where did that question come from?
“When are we going to have sex? Like real sex,”
“Real sex?” Julie asked, intentionally covering up his own embarrassment.
“The kind of sex where you know…..” she made an insinuative demonstration by making both of her fingers meet.
Anabelle scratched the back of her head awkwardly. She had thought she could pull this topic off efficiently without shyness creeping in – you know, be as shameless as Izzy – but she was wrong.
Even now, she wished she could take back those words – it was so embarrassing. Weren’t men supposed to be the ones making a move on their women? Who Kew what Julie thought of her now? God, this was so embarrassing.
“Oh, you mean that kind of sex,” Julie said, causing her blush to deepen.
Suddenly, he started towards her causing Anabelle to step back until she couldn’t anymore. He leaned down, Anabelle arched her back, the scent of the roses wafting into her nose since she was closer to the flower.
Anabelle let out a startled gasp when Judy’s hands went to her ass and cupped it, pressing her flush against his chest. Her eyes widened and her heart began to pound as his hand kneaded her behind.
Her hands went to his chest and she wanted to hide her face. He was touching her inappropriately outside where anyone could run into them at any moment.
However, Julie’s gaze caught her own and she couldn’t take it anymore, it was almost as if he hypnotized her. One of his hands left her ass only to trail down her throat, a shiver ran down her spine.
Julie continued to tease her with her finger causing her breath to became an uneven mess. Her chest heaved and her hands formed a fist across his shirt.
Anabelle gasped when he rubbed her against his erection, her eyes widened. The sensation was exhilarating yet she couldn’t relax. What if someone sees them?
Then Julie leaned down and trailed a kiss down her throat and she moaned. Instantly, her hands flew over her mouth cupping it. What if someone had heard that? God, this was so embarrassing.
“See?” Julie chuckled, “You’re not yet ripe,”
“What?” Anabelle couldn’t understand him at first until the words sank in – he thought she was not ready for this.
“Come,” He stretched his hand towards her, “We should go in,”
Anabelle stared at the hand he wanted her to take and she placed her hand in it. However, she tugged on Julie’s hand forcefully, knowing she was no match for him when it comes to strength.
Julie stumbled to a stop in front of her and she wrapped her hand around his neck, shifted her weight to her toe, and kissed him. The kiss was no way near the word “romantic”, “soft” nor “sweet”. It was hard and passionate as she tried to make a statement.
Anabelle might be that sweet, girl next door, but she wasn’t as innocent as they thought she was. She knew stuff – stuffs Isabella told her and the ones she read in romance books and movies. She might seem shy to do it, but that wasn’t the case with someone she was comfortable with.
She was the type who wouldn’t show that active side to her unless she trusted you and Julie had underestimated her. Now she was going to prove that to him.
Anabelle deepened the kiss, her hands digging into his hair as their breath quickened. Her lips moved aggressively against his and just as her tongue gained entrance into his mouth, Anabelle touched him down there.
Julie moaned, shivers of pleasure running through him with none of them caring about the fact that they were in the open. The pleasure was everywhere and just when he wanted to feel her everywhere, Anabelle withdrew and whispered into his ears, “Sorry, but I’m not ripe yet,”
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Bless this shameless author with your golden ticket ????
The third point of view:
“You called for me, mother,” Judy walked into the queen’s quarters. It was already late and past royal duties, hence it had come as a surprise to him when she demanded his presence.
“Yes, I did,” Queen Roselle gesture to the couch, “Have a seat,”
Judy sat down, wondering what was so important that his mother had to summon him by this time of the night.
“Is anything the problem?” he couldn’t help but ask, “Is there anyone objecting to my marriage to Emily,”
The queen had not been the only person that was against his marriage to Emily. Most of the lords had objected to him marrying an outsider, they wanted him to choose a proper woman from Lincolnshire. They claimed she had no idea about their culture and that might affect the upbringing of the prince, Akim. What if she poisons his mind and Akim deviates from their culture in the future? A Lincolnshire woman would never do that.
The others had pressed on the fact that Emily was a divorcee. She was no longer complete – a man had her before him. They told him even the kings before him had married pure women – virgins. None of the women were tainted, not to talk of being a divorcee.
But then Judy had answered them saying, “You claim she would deviate my son from the culture of his people, are you now trying to say that I’m not capable enough to lead my family? Are you claiming the future king has no power over his son’s upbringing? If you doubt your prince, isn’t that the same as doubting me, your crown prince? Do you not trust my judgment?! “
No one said a word after that. None of them dared to. What kind of King would he be if he can’t teach his son properly.
“You claim she’s not pure, that another man had her? Have you all forgotten that she gave me a son before getting married? Hence, if there was anyone who made her impure, that’s me! Moreover, when did we begin to measure a woman’s worth her chastity? Tell me?! Are divorcees half-human?! Aliens?! Disabled?!”
“This woman gave you your first prince and she will be the one to sit on that throne as your queen. If you’re uncomfortable with her reign, you can simply give up your position in the cabinet and leave Lincolnshire for good. No one will stop you,”
And just like that, there were no more disagreements. Human beings are selfish beings through and through and will always want what’s best for themselves and their loved ones. They all knew what they benefited from being members of the royal cabinet.
Not that Judy would have taken their protest into account anyway. All he needed was the queen’s approval and the rest of them could rot as long as he cared. Thankfully, his mother, the queen, has given consent, and now, the wedding will be held as scheduled.
“No, it’s not about your marriage,” She told him, “It’s about Fiona,”
At the mention of Fiona, Judy’s countenance changed at once and he growled, “What about her?”
He could sense it, his mother was about to make him an impossible request. Judy hated the sound of that name. If it wasn’t because of Fiona, he would probably have a second child by now.
Fiona not only cost him his child, she almost cost him, Emily, as well. There was no forgiveness in his dictionary – he surmised that was what the queen wanted.
“I want her to return to Lincolnshire,”
“What?”Judy was shocked. This was a much worse request. As if he would let that witch come near his dwelling.
“No way,” Judy shook his head stubbornly, “She is banished forever,”
“Please, my son, I beg of you. Just let her return home to her -“