When Killian told me there would be an exorbitant amount of money in my bank account, I set out to check it, but of course, girl…
I told him I didn't know how, and that's completely true. I have no idea how banks operate. Carol wasn't very big on my financial education, outside of the advice she once gave me: "If you have money, travel, party, and give gifts to the ones you love; remember, you can't tell a rich skeleton from a poor one."
Killian told me to grab my phone and the card Ursula had given me, and he helped me log in…
I had two hundred and eighty thousand dollars… my jaw hit the floor… I said:
"This has to be a mistake."
Killian quickly reassured me, saying, "No, it's not a mistake. The big commissions will hit soon, and they won't stop, don't worry. You're going to be rich. We're talking about a fragrance that people haven't even tried yet, and it's already number one."
I clarified that I thought it was a mistake because it just seemed like a massive amount of money. And right as I was talking about how exciting it was to have earned a sum like that, a notification from the bank popped up. When I opened it, it said a new deposit had cleared. Now I had 960 thousand dollars in my account.
Killian said something I hadn't thought about:
"Do you realize you've never celebrated your success?"
Still dazed, I realized he was right. It was true. And not just financially—my whole life I'd been marked as the perfect victim, the ideal candidate for failure and depression, but I never gave up. Yes! I needed to celebrate… I would throw a party at Mary Garden. I picked up my phone and texted:
"Tomorrow night I'm celebrating at my place. Yes, I'm throwing a big party, just the five of us. Bring whatever guests you want. We'll eat, drink, dance, and toast because we're young, we're alive, and I love you guys."
Killian smiled when the message went through… and told me:
"Okay, count me in… I'll come alone, since the woman I love is right here. Maybe I'll tell the three blondes, the ones you call 'the clone blondes.' Is that cool with you?"
I hit him with the pillow. He tickled me, and I asked him to just hold me so we could sleep.
Tomorrow Irina was expecting me to continue my lessons.
It was useless. He held me, yes, but I couldn't sleep. Having him close, breathing in his cologne, wound me up bit by bit; his hand on my breasts, mine on his manhood… and it was too late to stop.
I love him. It turns me on to have him in my domain. This time he got on top of me, gentle, making sure not to crush me with his colossal weight compared to mine. The entire time, I watched him enter me again and again, unable to understand how he could give me so much pleasure, how I craved his return the second he pulled back, how I trembled whenever I took him deep…
He slid his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to look him in the eyes, and I bit him while holding his hand, and then I guided him to squeeze my breasts… I exploded like there was no tomorrow.
I checked the clock. It wasn't even 11:00 PM, and I knew it would be impossible to sleep with him next to me. I had missed him way too much… Killian noticed. I was wide awake and happy. So he went to make coffee, and from the smell wafting out of my kitchen, I realized he was toasting a sandwich. Yes, he knows: besides love, I was also starving.
I spied on him from the doorway. Sexy fucking beast… he was shirtless, working the oven and drinking water straight from the bottle. I went to take a quick shower; my legs still ached a bit. I massaged them under the hot water and stepped out wrapped in a towel. He was holding a coffee, his hair pushed to one side, his abs sharply defined under the warm glow of the lamp. Yeah, yeah… goodbye towel, here we go again…
My phone buzzed, buzzed, buzzed…
They were messages from Evangelina. They read:
"Party? You have no idea how happy that makes me, I'm still in your city, signing papers all day."
"Go open the door."
"I'm on my way to your place, and I'm staying with you to help you get everything ready."
"Can I borrow a pair of pajamas?"
I looked at Killian. He had both hands on my ass, smiled, and said, "Your call…"
Don't judge me, girl, but Evangelina is… well, she's Evangelina, and I wanted her here. I texted back:
"Of course, come over. Let's have some fun."
Three armored cars from her security detail arrived. I let them in, and from the middle one, the queen descended wearing an electric blue dress, open at the sides, and black heels. The first thing I saw when she hugged me was her tattoo that reads: "Ama y luego piensa."
She looked exhausted, but happy to see me. And you know what, girl? I've realized that I feel truly cared for when she does things like that.
Before heading inside, I pointed at the box and whispered, "Killian came inside there to avoid a media scandal and surprise me."
She clutched her chest and said ironically, "Oh, how romantic! I've walked through your front door twice in front of the whole world, but he does it in hiding and takes all the credit and applause…"
I gave her a playful nudge on the shoulder, and she clarified, "Just kidding, I adore Killian. Let's go inside before he thinks we're sneaking kisses out here."
Killian gave her a hug the moment he saw her and said, "You made it just in time for coffee and a midnight snack."
She kissed his cheek, genuinely returning the hug, and replied, "Shouldn't you be working to make our empire even bigger? Longfield-Bance can't run itself when one of the heirs is living… wait, is that a toasted sandwich? God, I'm so hungry I can't even think. You're the best."
We watched with amusement as Evangelina devoured it without pausing, complaining with her mouth full about how absurd it was to live on a diet back in her modeling days, and the bad habit of going too many hours without eating that that lifestyle had left her with.
Now, I also noticed that while Killian made more and expertly toasted them, every now and then he would pause to touch my ass while I tried to help him, as if fearing I'd leave his side. But when Evangelina stood up to serve herself a bit more, I also saw him look at her side, where the dress didn't cover her, exposing her waist, her ribs, and the base of her perfect breasts. Should I make a scene, girl? No, it didn't even cross my mind, because I was staring at her too. Her red hair fell to one side against that porcelain skin, and her beauty became magical.
In that exact moment, as if the two of them had coordinated, they locked their eyes onto me, like spotlights shining right on my mouth. I thought some tomato had been left on my face, but no. They told me:
"There's nothing on your face, you're just gorgeous."
And I blushed. Evangelina suggested we have a glass of wine before bed, and as we drank, we mapped out the details for tomorrow's party. We agreed it would be without any staff, as intimate as possible: plenty of drinks, music, and lighting that screamed for everyone to dance. She ordered the necessary equipment from her people, and Killian would handle everything needed for the drinks. The food was on me. Even though I complained and told them I wanted to pay for everything, the two of them refused.
Before having the last glass, I went to the bedroom to find a pair of pajamas or something that would fit her to sleep in. Killian followed right behind me, kissed my neck, and made me notice, by holding me from behind, just how much he liked it.
Evangelina walked in laughing with her phone in hand and told us:
"On social media they're saying I'm having an affair with Killian, that that's why Carmilla left, and that I'm here to beg you to forgive me and come back to Longfield-Bance."
From my pajama options, she chose a cotton T-shirt and turned her back to slip out of her dress. I don't know how she does it, but that simple white tee looked like a million bucks on her, her nipples showing through, the length hitting just below her belly button, and lace underwear below that made her look like a pin-up calendar girl.
Oblivious to our staring, she slid naturally into my bed just like yesterday and, from there, pointed at me and said:
"Carmilla, you're in the middle, right close to me, and Killian's on the side, or we won't fit."
He went to take a shower. There are no pajamas his size. I emulated her and wanted to wear a T-shirt to sleep peacefully, but she told me:
"That won't last long here between us."
I laughed, but she took hers off and tossed it aside. She beckoned me with her arms:
"Come on, get over here."
The moment I lay down, she started giving me tiny kisses while placing her hand on my stomach with tenderness. Then she flipped onto her side and asked me to hold her from behind, placing one of my hands on her waist.
Killian walked out wrapped in a towel. We turned off the light and left the TV on with some music videos playing. The second he lay down, he claimed me: he took my hand, which was on top of her, and turned me over to face him. I smiled because it was like a micro-expression of jealousy.
Until he started touching me—no kissing, just touching me while looking at me like he was possessed. I made a shushing sign with a finger, believing Evangelina was asleep… but he sped up. His fingers know me, they know what I like, and I tried, I swear I tried, to stay still and not make any sounds…
She rolled over to look at me too… me right there, in the middle, under the sheets, seeing Evangelina's clear eyes while Killian touched me, feeling her hand slide up from my thigh to meet his… I liked that so much, it felt so surreal that I dug my nails into both of them, as if anchoring myself to them. I didn't offer any resistance; I surrendered to them both, wishing they would keep going, wanting them to never stop doing the very thing that stole my breath and drowned me in pleasure…