Angelique Delavigne
Angelique walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her and then marched angrily towards the kitchen. She needed a drink. Prince had just told her everything that was going on at work and she wasn't taking it well.
"Why are you storming out when I'm trying to have a conversation with you?" he charged.
"Because you aren't making any sense. Why do I have to move out of my house with only three days’ notice? You couldn't even be pre-emptive enough to ask for more time?" Angelique threw back at him.
He had just advised her of the company's plan to possess his houses, including hers.
"You could try to understand how this isn't my fault. If I had my way, no one would be moving out of anywhere."
"You lack the capacity to push back. There is obviously no universe where you would have your way. It's always Daddy's way. Every time I think you're finally striking out for yourself, something happens and I realise you live your life in constant competition with your father. This incessant need for his approval is unhealthy. I can't decide what repulses me more, your ineptitude or this unshakeable fear you have of the man who spawned you."
Prince stalked towards her, his body trembling in anger. Angelique knew she was saying too much, she was hurling hurtful and cutting words but she couldn't stop herself. She dreaded the fun the tabloids would derive from this when it got out. Losing her house and car… Thinking about it made her want to curl up and cry. Why did she have to suffer because Prince could not stand up to his father?
"I never realized what a selfish, entitled brat you were until now. You could at the very least put up the pretence of not being only interested in my material assets," Prince bit out slowly.
"Don't you dare insinuate that," Angelique said, taking a step back in horror. "Why would you say that to me?"
"What part isn't true?" he retorted.
"The company will recover the loss it incurred in two months, tops. Your father is doing this to punish you, for whatever reason, and you're letting him. I'm not angry about losing this." She gesticulated towards the lavish interior of the home he’d given her. "I'm worried because if you can't stand up to him now, when will you? I'm pretty sure he walked into the board meeting and set all those stipulations himself. And of course they couldn't say no and risk offending him, he'sTHEDrew Walker." She made air quotes as she said the name, then paused. She was tired, and really did not want to fight anymore. His face showed a mixture of resentment and defeat, and she felt a sudden moment of guilt at giving him such a hard time over it all.
Angelique walked over to him and reached around to lock her hands behind him, encircling his strong waist. She looked up at him, hoping her eyes showed how much she cared about him. Instead, she was met by his voracious kiss. She wanted to push him away, but her body was responding differently…to his scent, and his irresistible lean lines.
Prince always looked so damn good in his work suit. The tailored jacket and trousers probably cost more than most people’s annual salary. And even male models couldn’t wear them like he did. He had an aura, a force that turned heads.
She could feel his cock harden against her and felt herself grow pliant in response. He kissed her eagerly, viciously gripping her small but perky breast. His fingers found her left nipple and squeezed it hard, making her whimper softly. She could feel her nipple tighten and tingle, and deep within, something responded, slick juices soaking into the fabric of her thong.
“I want you to suck me,” he commanded, pushing her downward as he unzipped his fly. She looked up to meet his steely gaze; she could walk out now, but she did not. She obeyed him, she took his hard cock in her hand and licked it slowly.
Prince let out a satisfied moan and his cock bulked up, growing harder with her lips wrapped around it. He pulled her up roughly, and Angelique felt her body surrender to each of his demands.I shouldn’t,she thought,I’m tired, angry.But she couldn’t get enough of him.I want him in me, want to feel his weight on me, to fuck me and to make me come.
“Turn around,” he commanded, and she obeyed without question, feeling herself held down by his strong hands. She lay on the kitchen countertop, face down, and closed her eyes. Prince pushed the thin thread of her thong aside, exposing her slick honey pot. Instead of entering his fingers into her wet hole, he began drawing circles on her clit. Angelique felt her body shudder in response.
“Oh God, oh God!” she moaned. Part of her hated him always getting what he wanted, always being in charge of things…sex, and most of all, always getting what he wanted from her. But right now, she needed him to never stop dominating her, taking what her treacherous body willingly gave.
Chapter 6
Angelique Delavigne
Angelique stepped out in a towel after a cold shower she’d taken in the downstairs guest room near the kitchen where they’d just fucked; she felt as if she was dead inside. She’d needed to wash to get the scent of him off of her. The smell of their sex both aroused and debased her; some days there was so much wrong with what they shared.
"I apologise for my harsh words earlier,” she murmured brokenly, but trying to hold onto her pride. “You have to know I'm doing well enough financially for me to be invested in this relationship for reasons that go beyond material worth. I could have had my pick of bachelors, but I chose you."
Prince rolled his eyes. "I doubt your mother would support that statement."
"Are you being serious right now?" She took a step back and gave him a look that could have pierced holes into his torso.
"What? You told me before how she engineered our meeting." Prince gave her contemptuous smirk.
"Yes, I did. I didn't expect you to use it to score mean points during an argument, though. And color me defensive, but I don't think it's wrong for a mother to want to see her daughter with someone well off.” She took a deep breath, then continued. “You know, I keep expecting some level of maturity from you…but not anymore. I'm done."
She choked back a sob and ran upstairs to her room. She grabbed a suitcase and began to stuff clothes into it, biting back the welling tears. She would not let him see her cry. She admitted to herself that she cared about him, despite being in love with Dmitri.
Prince had been a rock for her throughout the roller coaster ride she’d been having with her career. She hated leaving him at his lowest; it felt like she was delivering another blow to a defeated man…but she hadn't seen this coming. And if she was honest with herself, their interactions were seldom moments of tender connection.
Every day she questioned the reason for the relationship she had carried on for months behind his back and the answer was always the same. Dmitri made her happy. He saw her in ways that Prince would never try to. He had otherworldly depth; he didn't miss any moment to confess how much he loved her, and he was an extremely patient man.
