Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Chapter Ten
Trevor
This gala is opulent, but it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. The champagne is not chilled and is the heat on? This ball room is on the smaller side, but with September by my side, it’s bearable. She looks amazing in her green ballgown. I can’t wait to peel it off of her.
“What is this a fundraiser for?” I ask, looking at the mime who walks past me.
“I don’t know. My mom told me, but I can’t remember. I feel like it’s something for kids,” she says.
“September?” a voice calls from behind us. We turn in unison. An elegantly dressed blonde woman who looks fake as fuck is standing there in a black ball gown.
“Mom. Dad. It’s nice to see you,” she says kissing their cheeks.
“It’s been a while. Who is this?” her father asks.
“This is Trevor. Trevor, my parents Persephonie and Louis Bettancourt.”
“September, we’ve been over this. You must marry well.”
“I’m not sure this is the right time to discuss this Mom,” she says, looking at me from the side of her eye. That’s my cue to speak up.
“That’s Trevor Arnoult, ma’am.”
“Arnoult?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t have to say anything else,” she says stopping me.
“September?” another man says from behind me. I turn around so fast that I am surprised to be stopped by someone in a dark suit.
“Step back, sir.”
“It’s okay, Reynolds,” the man from before says. I look behind this behemoth and am shocked to see the president of the united states standing there.
“Armstrong?” I watch his face fall when she calls him that. What the hell is that about.
“Mr. President,” Mr. Bettancourt says, extending his hand.
“Louis,” the president and September’s dad shake hands.
The next few minutes are full of awkward conversation until my parent’s walk up to me.
“Hello son,” my dad says pulling me in to a big bear hug. The difference between September’s parent’s and mine are night and day.
“Dad, Mom. I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”
“We were in town,” Mom replies, hugging me.
“Mom, Dad, this is September, my girlfriend. September, this is Celeste and Trevor.”
“It’s nice to meet you. We’ve heard so much about you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.”
“Trevor. Long time no see,” Armstrong says to my dad. They used to play golf every Sunday when Armstrong was a senator.
“Yes. Of course. You remember my son? He used to caddy for us.”
“Yes. He’s dating September.” Why is he so hung up on that? He turns away from us and fully to our parents. I pull her away from them quickly while they are occupied with the president. I want to dance with my girl.
We dance the night away until we sit down for the two thousand dollar a plate rubber chicken dinner. When it’s over, I take her hand and lead her out of the ballroom and into the first empty closet I find. I pull her into my arms, kissing her. She moans as my hand skims down her taut belly to the end of her dress. I pull that up and find her not wearing any panties. Fuck, why does she do this to me? I groan as my fingers skim her pussy. She moans and moves her hips. She’s already wet, but I lean down and taste her by running my tongue up and down her slit. “Inside me, please,” she says, clawing at my hair. I set her up on the counter, I pull my pants open, grip my cock, and jerk it before lining it up with her opening and push into her. I push her dress up to her hips and hold her there while I fuck her. She wraps her legs around my waist and lets me take her to the edge of coming. I pull out of her and turn her around and slam into from behind. She grips the counter and screams my name.
I fill her with my seed and pull out of her. I don’t how I got so lucky, but I know that I did.
Tomorrow is brunch with my family. I can’t wait for her to get to know my family.
Chapter Eleven
September
I am so grateful I don’t have classes today. I have been able to paint all day, and that is the only reason I am not in some corner crying my eyes out, trying to hide from that world. Well, that and my boyfriend will be picking me up any minute to go and have brunch with his family, which I must say is shocking. After the cluster-fuck of last night's gala, I am more than surprised they are not trying to talk him out of being with me.
The gala itself wasn’t bad. In fact, it was one of the less snobby ones I have been to. That is until my parents walked in. They drag in snotty with them wherever they go. Did I mention how mortifying it was the way they spoke to Trevor until they realized who his family was? Then they were tripping all over themselves to try to be nice. Lame.