Bound To The Coldhearted Lucas Lorenzo

‎ ‎"Trisha!" I screamed into the phone.

‎ ‎" guess what!" ‎ ‎

‎" Easy darling easy....you sound so excited, what's the miracle? " she asked, with equal enthusiasm. ‎

‎"aaahh....I need you to see for yourself!!" I said, switching to facetime. ‎

‎ ‎"Wait....No... absolute fucking way," her eyes widened as we switched to the facetime, with my fingers shoving into her screen. ‎

‎"Are those -diamonds?... Wait wait wait...who proposed?" She bombarded. ‎

‎"what do you mean who proposed?" ‎. "Don't be silly girl, everyone knows Carl is the only one who ever rocks my boat." I swooned. ‎

‎"yeah and everyone knows you never let him rock you- oops." she cackled. ‎

‎"yeah whatever. He never complained though." I rolled my eyes saying.

‎"I just wanted you to know we have a wedding to plan." ‎ ‎

"yes we do sis. and uh...I've gotta ask, when was this proposal exactly?" She asked. ‎

‎"as early as dawn." I smacked.

"Matter of fact. I woke up to it right before he left for work." I said, lifting my fingers, a smile stretched across my lips as the diamonds shone. ‎

‎"Before work??..Wow, who knew Carl could be so intentional??" she purred her voice. ‎

‎"you know what?, Im totally bored right now, how about we celebrate at my house, sounds good doesn't it?" she asked

‎ ‎"of course!" I smiled deeply. ‎

‎"I'll be waiting." and with that, she hung up the phone. ‎

‎ ‎ ‎Excitedly, I picked up my purse and my phone, ‎

‎There was a super cute photo of Carl and me sitting just at the centre table, it had fallen to the floor so I picked it up, ‎

‎"I love you Carl. I really do ." i said, kissing the frame , replaced it back to it's position and hurriedly made way for my car.

‎ ‎Just then a call came in. ‎ ‎"Hello Becky, what's the update ?"

‎ ‎She sighed. ‎ ‎"We have still not found the perfect face and physical requirements the organizers are seeking for, and," she sighed in deeply once again. ‎

‎" what's it Becky?" I asked, pinching the ridge of my nose in impending frustration.

‎ ‎"the models are not willing to renew their contracts which will be ending in a few days.

And we need new recruits. Urgently." ‎

‎Oh shit.

‎ ‎My head jammed with the idea of my business folding up as I drove, ‎

‎Then I made a sharp bend, leading to Trisha's house. ‎

‎Trisha., the dots connected. ‎

‎"You know what. I've got the perfect plan" I suddenly lit up as an idea popped into my head.

‎ ‎"Trisha. My sister, she's a big shot stylist and she works closely with models."

I said tapping excitedly on the steering wheel, ‎ ‎"Don't worry Becky, we won't be folding up anytime soon I promise you. we'll talk later." I kissed into the phone and hung up. ‎

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‎Trishas house was super glassy, but even when everyone else had a problem with it, she never did. ‎

‎And her room, it was right in the open for all to see. ‎ ‎

‎"Trish, don't you think you need some blinders?" I said horrifically as I stepped out from the car. ‎ ‎

Then I walked towards the entrance. ‎ ‎The door was slightly ajar, and there were scattered pieces of clothing all over the floor. ‎

‎"ohh" my mouth formed into an 'O' at the sudden realization. ‎ ‎A man's piece of clothing, a man's briefs, a female thong which obviously belonged to Trisha. ‎ ‎And of course, a subtle sound of intense pleasure. ‎ ‎"uhhhhmmmm, "

she moaned softly. ‎ ‎"I know you like it,"" a male voice inaudibly said. Followed by a loud spank In the ass. ‎ ‎

Trisha cried out loud but, I assume it was rather a cry of joy, from everything I've learned about sex. ‎ ‎

A chuckle nearly escaped my lips, but I immediately flung my hand to cover it up. ‎

‎Then the strokes became louder, and her moans grew deeper.

‎ ‎My feet felt planted deep in the root, unable to move, ‎ ‎Was it as good as they say ? ‎

The curiosity burned me. ‎

‎All I could think about at the moment was Carl, our wedding night, and the endless night of pleasure.. ‎

Now, My body felt tense against the wall where I leaned, the thoughts dancing In my head wouldn't go away.

My hands gently cupped my breasts and they felt warm against it, ‎

‎And it trailed slowly down to my navel, giving it a light rub and slowly again, ‎ ‎Now, ‎Down in between my thighs. ‎

‎My breath caught sharply as my tiny finger slid along the opening, spreading them slightly apart to feel the moistness. ‎ ‎

This was something I'd never done before , how could something feel so wrong yet so right. ‎

Trisha continued to moan in pleasure. ‎ ‎Her sounds, igniting the fire in me, ‎

‎‎ ‎I needed to feel exactly what Trisha was feeling, to cry and wail in ecstasy. ‎

‎I slipped my finger out and brought it to my face. ‎ ‎My ring shone brightly on my ring finger and my heart burned for carl all the more.

‎ ‎My memory filled with the large size of his dick the day his towel had accidentally fallen across the room. ‎

‎ ‎It would fill me up completely. I blushed quietly. ‎

‎But on the bright side. We were already engaged. And that meant only one thing, we were already married.

I squealed internally. ‎ ‎

Trisha's sultry voice cracked with all the sloppiness.

‎ ‎I quietly retreated my footsteps and went back into the living room. ‎ ‎

Juggling between the options of waiting or giving them a much needed privacy While picking up the clothing on the floor and placing them on the sofa neatly.

‎ ‎I sank into the chair and pulled out my phone. ‎

‎I bit my lip gently, anxiety quietly building up inside of me as I typed in a risky text. ‎ ‎

Carl was always a big supporter of my celibacy journey and I couldn't wait to surprise him with the 'cookie' tonight. ‎

‎"hey husband. I've got a special treat for you tonight." it read, with a whole lot of feisty stickers.

‎ ‎"ahh... doesn't it sound a bit too desperate?" I said to myself,

‎ ‎"oh vicky..," I gasped sending it. ‎ ‎"I better call him."

I said anxiously, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. ‎ ‎But as it began to ring, ‎ ‎A phone began to buzz just beside me, tucked into the sofa.

‎ ‎"Trish, your phone...." ‎

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‎"wait..what?" , my head suddenly feeling light.

‎ ‎Then the buzz turned into a ringtone I memorized and scripted on the back of my palms.

‎ ‎Carls ringtone.

‎ ‎"naahh...there's no way..It can't be." I chuckled dryly. ‎

‎placing my hand on my forehead as I tried to shove away the evidence. ‎ ‎ ‎Then I redialed it. ‎

‎ ‎"who the fuck could that be?" he said, his footsteps echoing in my heart louder than his voice till it finally came to a fullstop.

‎I rose up with the phone in my hand.

‎ ‎Slowly I turned to face him, ‎Completely butt naked. ‎ ‎My heart shattered. ‎ ‎

Words could barely form in my mouth as my mind raced through a million thought.

‎ ‎"I promise you Vicky...it's not. What you think."

He said, going down on his knees. ‎

‎"oh trust me darling. It is." said Trisha, coming out right behind him with her arms folded.