Which was a first for me because I rarely formed attachment to women unless they were of the platonic variety.
This fascination I harboured with St. Victoria’s principal was chalked up to how she’d left me hanging when I’d been craving for more.
I wanted to lay her down and undress every inch of hesitation with my lips and tongue. I wanted to wreck that tight pussy while whispering to her what a pretty little whore she was for her master’s cock. And I wanted her to beg for more in that sweet voice as she struggled to take all of me for the first time.
Darla Hill would enjoy every second of my fuck.
The way her eyes had gleamed with salaciousness when I was deep in her throat spoke volumes.
“Zeno?” Yves’s voice broke into my obscene thoughts. “What is it?”
I cleared my throat. “Nothing.”
Ben narrowed his eyes, staring at her photo. Then aneurekaexpression bloomed over his face. “Hey, she looks familiar!” He gave me a shit-eating grin. “Wasn’t she at the club? I think I saw you eyeing her.”
“Oh,” Yves drawled like this was a new development in a soap opera. “You know her, Zed?”
‘Know her’ was putting it mildly. I knew how her cunt tasted, how she looked crawling over to me in her birthday suit, and how she moved on top of me when she was riding the underside of my cock like the perfect sub.
“We talked briefly.” When I wasn’t busy exploring every expanse of that delectable body that, quite frankly, was every man’s wet dream.
Yves wasn’t buying it.
He stroked his beard, an assessing look splashed over his features. “Do you fancy her? I can’t remember the last time I heard you were talking to a girl—”
“Zeno was talking to a girl?” Céline screeched from behind me.
Éva gasped from not too far away. “Zeno has a girlfriend?”
Ben guffawed.
I ignored the beginning of pandemonium around me. My family was nosy. The last thing I wanted was for them to find out I had a raging boner for my nemesis’s daughter.
Darla’s haughty attitude made sense now. She was the spawn of that devilish woman.
I closed the folder and tossed it on the desk. “No, I do not have a girlfriend.”
“Oh, but, Zeno.” Céline came to stand by her husband’s side. She perched on the armrest of his chair and Yves circled an arm around her waist. “I want grandbabies and you’re getting old. You should find a wife and settle down. The other day, I noticed a white hair near your temple—”
“I do not have a white hair—”
“Yeah,mamanis right, Zeno. I’ve seen it too.” Éva pretended to shudder. “Also, I want a sister. I’m so tired of being in a household with just brothers. Boringgg. I think it’s time for you to get married—”
“He does need to settle down,” Yves intoned, looking lost in thoughts as he stared at the ceiling. “You’ll be shoved into the spotlight soon and the world loves a strong businessman who is settled. It shows stability and—”
Nobody was letting me get a word in.
Céline squealed loud enough to shatter the windows in the study. “Is that what’s in the file? A list of potential suitors for Zeno? Oh, Yves! Arranged marriages may seem archaic but still so prevalent in today’s day and age, eh?” She reached for the folder with a maniac look on her face, her matchmaking brain going a hundred kilometres a second. “Our Zeno is a catch. It’s a wonder no woman has snagged him. Or man, really. I wouldn’t care who you married, as long as you are happy—”
I snatched the file out of her hand so fast, Céline yelled bloody murder and pouted.
“Zeno,” Yves barked, taking his wife’s hand and kissing it. “Apologize!”
I plowed my fingers into my hair and stood up, clutching the file with determination.
My parents stared at me placidly, Ben’s laughter died, and Éva looked at me innocently, while trying to steal the file out of my hand. I gave her a warning look.
“C’est assez—on se calme,” I snarled. “I’m not getting married, nor am I giving you grandbabies. I’m not getting old, nor am I greying at the temples. No more matchmaking talk and stay out of my business. Have I made myself clear?”