Harper Samsa inherited property that his father had killed himself to possess. He left it to a son who didn’t care for the riches it brought him, and he knew little about his vast holdings he just inherited.
At the insistence of Michael, his father’s lawyer, he stopped in at his office to sign papers, and discuss the future of the company which held the Samsa name.
“Harper, I need you to look over this property in Nevada. You said you wanted to sell most of it, well you have to decide if that’s what you want to do. Your father said you should consider keeping this land for a hunting lodge or a vacation home.”
“I don’t have time. Besides I have a birthday party I have to attend tonight. I’m planning on asking Elisabeth to marry me,” Harper said picking up the pin and signing the papers.
“You really should read this.”
“Why should I? Don’t you know how to read?” Harper said with a chuckle handing over the pen to Michael, and pushing the five page document in front of him.
“This property has streams and lakes. It’s worth a fortune or will be one day.” Harper looked aimlessly around the room following the latest football games and commentary on two flat screen televisions.
“You need to pay attention, Harper.” He raised a thick eyebrow to Michael. The lawyer had a map laid out on Harper’s desk, and pointed to the land circled on the map. “Water is essential when you need to build a town.”
“Who the fuck said I’m building a town? I’m going to get married. That’s all I’m going to do for the next few months. I’m going to lay with my wife on a beach somewhere. I’m not bringing Elisabeth to a fucking log cabin in the middle of the woods.”
“With your money it doesn’t need to be a fucking log cabin.”
“Well for Elisabeth, anything where there are wild animals and away from the city is a cabin in the woods.” Harper stood. “I have to get ready for Elisabeth’s party.”
“She doesn’t know the meaning of money. She’s spending it on all kinds of things and you’ve given her so many expensive gifts that you will be broke before she says yes if she ever does. You know there are richer men than you, and she’s dangling them in front of you, and you’re taking the bait.”
Harper sat back in the leather chair and ignored Michael.
“Did you at least have sex with her?” Harper turned to him with a deep look in his eyes and his thick eyebrows in a V.
Harper put his hand to his chin, “You know if you weren’t my father’s closest friend I’d...” He stopped short of firing him because he needed him. He had been the next thing to a father to Harper. “Fuck you, Michael.”
“I love you, too,” Michael said. He hid a closed smile and shook his head.
“You know you look good behind my desk. I’ll let you stay there and run my father’s company while I take a long honeymoon. Elisabeth wants to go to Italy.”
“It’s your company now asshole, you have to be around to make sure it’s still solvent for your children.”
“If it was up to you, I wouldn’t have any children. Besides I don’t want this company with its responsibilities and wealth,” Harper said raising his voice.
“Everyone needs money. Your children will need the money and their children. Your mother and father took this journey not for themselves, but for the generations to come. Don’t throw it away, it will be like your father dying for nothing. And you never know, you might want to run from that money grubbing fiancé of yours.”
“You know you take too many liberties with me. One day.” Harper didn’t complete his thought. He just pointed his finger at Michael and walked to the door with a grin and opened it and closed it behind him.
Strutting outside, Harper glanced up at all the high rise buildings with the Samsa name stamped on them. Then he climbed into his limo and said, “Take me home.” On his way he thought about what Michael had said about the property in Nevada. Then he thought about his last conversation with his father.
“Why do you keep going like this, father? You never take a rest. Buying more property than you or I need. And why didn’t you marry again?”
“Because I will never find anyone like your mother,” Robert had said.
“You’ve never looked for anyone. You had plenty of chances.”
“They wanted my money and that’s all. All the women whom I found to be attractive were interested in only one thing. They didn’t want a man with a child. They wouldn’t have been a mother to you. Another reason I didn’t marry,” he paused staring at a picture in a silver frame, “because once you find the woman who will make you happy, no one will ever take her place.”
When the car slowed to a stop, the driver had parked in front of his father’s mansion. He stepped out and walked inside.
I have to sell this monstrosity, he thought. Elisabeth will want something more modern. And he smiled at the thought of her. She had been the most beautiful girl in his college class. She moved around as if walking on air, he remembered, with a multitude of equally handsome men following behind her only looking for a smile, or so he thought.
It was love at first sight. He fell in love that day she strutted past him on her way to class. His class.
When he picked up Elisabeth’s picture lying on the large piano, he watched at it wondering when she would give him the go to have sex with her.
“We can’t have sex until we’re married,” she had said to him the first time he took her out on a date, and the second time he said he wanted to marry her.
He thought he had found the woman his father said would be special and fill his life. She had high morals and he liked that about her. But each time they met and he picked her up for a date she would unzip his pants and fondle his penis, and she would dropped her tongue down his throat in the most obscene way. He wanted to fuck her, but after getting him aroused she would push him away. He didn’t know how long he could stand this.
She would keep him so worked up where he couldn’t think straight. All he thought about was putting his sheath into her. He couldn’t get near her without his cock twitching. He had to have her, but she kept him to his promise of no sex until marriage. And that’s why he had to ask her to marry him and put him out of his misery.
It had been one long year of abstinence. He thought he would burst from the anticipation.
Remembering Elisabeth, he strode to the fireplace and reached for a picture of his mother and father. There was never a picture of him being held by his mother or the kind of pictures where you see the entire family because there wasn’t a family any more.
Feeling empty he murmured, “I want a family. I want lots of babies.” He shrugged and placed the picture of Elisabeth near the picture of his mother and father.
After having his dinner alone and taking his bath he reached for his tux which had been laid out for him. When he had dressed and was fidgeting with his bow tie, he remembered another conversation with his father. Harper appeared to appreciate his words since he had died, and he missed him even more.
“Times are different and this world is different. And you are different from me. Any woman who marries you will inherit a fortune. They will indeed be hanging on to you. Make sure you select one with care,” Robert had said to Harper.
He looked forward to seeing friends from college, since Elisabeth had decided to invite the ones who had excelled in their fields.
He wondered if they would recognize him. Although he thought he hadn’t changed. After making a final loop on his tie, he glanced into the mirror. He was the mirror image of his father but younger. His father had dark curly hair and brilliant blue eyes with long silky lashes.
He pulled a picture from his dresser and placed it near his face. “The same face,” he murmured. The picture showed a playful father holding on to his mother and smiling broadly. Robert’s face no different than Harper’s. The only difference is that Harper was clean shaven but they had the same piercing blue eyes and square jaw.
Robert a fit man who hadn
’t been born rich. In the picture he filled out every inch of the suit when he was younger. “I worked in a mill and lift tree trunks all day. Even cut a few down every month. Kept me in shape,” Robert had said to Harper proudly.
“I’m sorry son but all you’re going to be lifting is a pen. I guess I did you an injustice,” he remember his father saying to him.
As Harper entered his limo to take him to the party at Elisabeth’s family’s home, Emily rushed to Elisabeth’s mansion and entered the servants’ quarters late to dress Elisabeth and serve Elisabeth’s guest.
Chapter Three
Emily had been held in class late because her English professor called her into his office and said she is in jeopardy of losing her scholarship. She had a small scholarship for track and field.
The professor said, “I know your circumstances, Emily but perhaps you should think about a different job, or leave that job because it’s taking up most of your time and you’ve missed most of my lectures.”
“I can pass the final. But there’s no way I can give this job up,” Emily said to her professor.
That job came with free room and board, and where could she find anything comparable to this which would allow her to go to school?
She had moved out of the miserable apartment she shared with an alcoholic father. This was the only job she could get. She had no skills, but she got a maid’s job serving food or drinks.
“You’re late,” the butler said with a coarse grumpy voice. She tried explaining but he put his hand up which meant I don’t want to hear it. “There’s nothing more important than preparing for this party. You know how important it is for Elisabeth to have everything perfect. She’s expecting to become engaged to Mr. Samsa and she doesn’t want anything to spoil it.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You need to go up and help dress Miss Elisabeth. She likes you and wants your opinion on what dress she should wear. Then bring yourself back because you’re serving drinks tonight. One of the boys called in sick.”
“I thought you didn’t want women serving?”
“This is an emergency. You know my thoughts on that. As long as you behave yourself and not make a date with any of Elisabeth’s guest, you won’t have a problem with me.”
“Can I go now?” Emily’s voice low and her face didn’t betray her. She couldn’t stand one more day of being made to feel like a second class citizen. She knew her status and she had been poor all her life, but she had gone to college.
Very soon if she could make it through this night, she would be able to get her a job and leave these people behind who looked down on her as if she asked them for something. She worked hard in this house, and never had a friend or boyfriend since high school call on her.
Emily trod up the stairs taking her time. When she reached the second floor she made a left turn and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” When Elisabeth saw Emily she dropped her towel and she stood naked in front of her. Emily turned away in embarrassment.
Elisabeth pranced around as if she thought her body was exceptional. She did have a large pert bosom and she wanted Emily to marvel and compliment her on it, but Emily appeared too shy to even look at her, so she picked up a robe and placed it over her and tied the belt.
“What the hell took you so long, Emily? I wanted your opinion on these dresses.” She pointed to the bed and Emily turned to see the most beautiful expensive dresses in her life.
Walking to the bed, Emily picked up one and passed her hand over it.”
“Yes, it’s silk and it cost a fortune. I’ll give it to you after I’ve worn it a few times. But heaven knows where you’ll wear it,” Elisabeth said before Emily could tell her she had no place to wear something that expensive.
Elisabeth knew when she offered to give the dresses to Emily it was an empty gesture.
“I think that one would look great on you. It goes with your fair skin and blond hair,” Emily said.
“You know we could be sisters if your eyes were blue like mine. Too bad you have green eyes. Men like true blonds. Not strawberry blonds,” she said to Emily who stood looking at her as she dropped her robe and pranced around naked in high heels, before deciding to put on a pair of panties.
“I guess you would know,” Emily said helping her pull up the dress and then zip it.
“Of course you haven’t had the experience with men as I have. You’re a virgin and men say they like virgins, but they really don’t.” Elisabeth’s voice snarky. Her tone condescending.
“I thought you said that you’ve never had sex with Mr. Harper.”
“I haven’t, but that doesn’t mean that I’ve never had sex, silly. You can have plenty of sex and never have them penetrate you. But I guess you don’t know about such things. I guess your father prevented any boys from coming around, that’s why you left. You wanted to have a man fuck you,” Elisabeth said watching at Emily.
Emily cheeks turned rose colored. Her eyes fell downward with embarrassment.
“Yes, I’m right. You want to fuck. Now you’ve told on yourself. If I were you, I wouldn’t wait. It’s better to have a man break your hymen before you’re married than to have to deal with that on your wedding night, it’s so messy.” Elisabeth went on as if she was a teacher and she had been teaching a child to read.
“So you’ve prepared yourself for Mr. Harper. Don’t you think he deserves something better?” Elisabeth stopped and turned and looked at Emily with a raised eyebrow, and a smirk, and a frown on her face.
“No man deserves better than a good fuck when he gets married and that’s what Harper has been begging for, and he will get it after he buys me a mansion and the biggest diamond my friends have ever seen.” And Elisabeth turned around smiling and said, “How do I look?”
“Beautiful.” That’s all she wanted from Emily. To tell her she looked beautiful, and to confirm that she was more attractive than Emily, who had staggering beauty in her own way. Emily stood five feet six and shapely with a small waist and round hips.
If she had the money and clothing Elisabeth had for packaging and presentation, there wouldn’t be half the difference in Elisabeth and Emily because Emily has qualities Elisabeth didn’t have—she was humble, she had courage, and she was a real person. Emily felt she had to be in love with the man she married.
Emily had to feel something for the man she fell in love with. She wanted to be excited when he walked into the room. She wanted to look at him and have him arouse her with one look. She wanted to marry once and stay with him all her days and then some.
Not leave like her mother left her father the minute times got hard.
Chapter Four
The birthday party was underway when Harper stepped out of his limo at the front door of the small mansion. He strutted to the double wood door with the gold hardware checking every few minutes for the large diamond ring he bought Elisabeth. He checked one more time in his breast pocket.
When the door opened for Harper and he entered the foyer, Emily was walking out of Elisabeth’s room and down the stairs in her black and white uniform.
Her eyes turned to Harper and they locked eyes. Her greens to his blues and his breath hitched. Emily stopped. She couldn’t move. Harper’s eyes compelling with a burning faraway look held her and wouldn’t release her.
He didn’t move and she didn’t move. They stood watching at each other. Emily couldn’t disguise her heart beat and Harper couldn’t deny he heard it hammering in her chest. Or the flood of arousal coursing through him, and the heated flash of passion and desire changing the color of his eyes from blue to gold.
Behind Emily strode Elisabeth who saw the exchange. She waved at Harper before bounding down the stairs, then meeting him half way as he passed Emily. Elisabeth took Harper’s hands and pulled him up the stairs, passing Emily with a cold glance, and into her room.
She whispered, “I have something for you.” This drew a smile from Harper.
“Where are you
r parents?”
“Don’t worry about them. I’m going to be a married woman soon,” she glanced up at Harper with innocent wide eyes, “That is if you’re planning to ask me to marry you.”
“It’s what I dreamed of since I met you.” He placed his hand to his breast pocket and the ring was there. He pulled it out. Elisabeth’s eyes sparkled. “I want to give it to you in front of your parents.” He closed the box and tucked it back into his pocket.
Smiling at Harper with pleasure and excitement, overcome by the size of her engagement ring, she unzipped his pants, and before he could open his mouth, she was on her knees, and she had his penis in her hand and she was looking up at him.
This time she wouldn’t tease him by giving him a hand job, it would be the real thing. She saw how he was looking at Emily, and she thought she had let enough time pass where he would do anything to get into her pants.
That was her plan to ensnare him, and get him to marry her. And she had been right. But Harper was in love and it wouldn’t have taken much to get him to ask her to be his bride. That was before he laid eyes on Emily.
When he passed Emily he didn’t know what came over him. Never had he been this attracted to anyone like this before. He could smell her, he could hear her heart beat, and he became overcome with impatient desire to have her. He stared wordless at her. Sudden shock and warmth surged through him. Her jade eyes captured him and made him breathless. He felt a desire to mate with her.
Did his mind say mate?
Elisabeth wrapped her lips around the head of his penis and pushed it into her mouth. And the surprise jarred him back to Elisabeth.
“What are you doing?” It felt good, but he had imagined Elisabeth differently than any of the other girls. He didn’t feel comfortable with her satisfying him in this manner. Not the future mother of his children, he thought. He reached and pulled his penis from her mouth and brought her to her feet.
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