Eternally Seduced: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set

by Marian Tee

  But with the small distance separating us, my mind was able to work – barely. And it was shouting all sorts of protest. Constantijin and I had only known each other for a few months, and in those days he had managed to change my life so much. He had given me my first taste of sexual desire, of heartbreak, of the most terrifying and exhilarating kind of love that I would know in my life.

  And now he wanted me to take this one giant leap away from the safety and comfortable familiarity of my old life.

  Constantijin said fiercely, “Tell me your objections.”

  “I...my…it will kill my parents if they find out I’m living together with a guy.”

  “Then do not tell them. Leave all your stuff at Alyx's place and you can create new memories with me.”

  God, he was good. If he had told me to shop for new stuff like my old belongings didn’t matter, I would have baulked. But when he said it that way, oh dear Lord, I wanted it, too. I wanted new memories…any memories --- more memories with Constantijin.

  “Is that all, Yanna?” There was a wry note to his voice, as if he knew I was simply grasping at straws.

  I started to feel panicky. That was the biggest – and admittedly lamest --- objection I could come up with, but Constantijin had solved it in one shot.

  Swallowing, I blurted out, “But Constantijin…what if you lose interest in me because of that?” It was my greatest fear and I wanted to cry just for saying it out loud.

  “Yanna…”

  I shook my head, not wanting to look at him because I was already crying. God, this was so embarrassing. All the women he dated in the past probably never cried in front of him because that would scare him away. And here I was, practically scaring him every day.

  I only sensed Constantijin was near me when he was on his knee and pulling my hands away from my face. “Yanna, listen. You are the first – the only – woman I had ever courted, the only woman I have worked hard to have back in my life. You are the only woman I want enough to move in with me. How will it be possible for me to lose interest in you when I want you so much?”

  “But there are so many others,” I sniffed. Pathetic, I knew, but it was also pathetically true.

  His smile looked a bit ironic as he spoke. "You're the only girl I've dated that I'm not really sure of. I'm worried that there'd be something I'd do wrong again and you'll leave before you let me explain. You're the only girl I constantly look for---I always miss you when you're not with me."

  I cried harder at his words. "But I'll never leave you," I choked, wishing I could say more but knowing he wouldn’t want to hear what else I had hidden in my heart.

  “Take this risk with me, sweetheart,” he whispered as he tipped my chin up. “Please?”

  God, he was so good. He knew I was such a sucker when he used that word on me. How could I not fall for it when I knew he had never used that word with anyone else?

  I said shakily, “All right, but…I have conditions.”

  “Name it,” he said readily, “and it’s yours.”

  If I moved in with him, I needed to make sure no one would have reason to think that I was sponging off him. But I also had to be practical – there were a lot of things in his life that I would never be able to afford.

  Chewing on my lip, I said slowly, “We’ll split expenses. I know that’s unrealistic since the upkeep for your home is more than what I earn in a year---”

  “You’re exaggerating,” he said with a roll of his eyes, but his eyes were laughing, and I knew it was because he was happy.

  The knowledge that I was the cause of that happiness made me giddy, and I couldn’t help giving him a crazy goofy smile as I continued, “So, I’ve decided…I’ll take care of the groceries---” Catching the look of uneasiness that briefly crossed his face, I demanded, “What?”

  “I’ve seen the kitchen you share with your friend. You don’t even buy fresh produce. You eat canned food or buy takeout all the time. And you want to be the mistress of my kitchen?”

  “But canned food is not that bad! And it’s cheap!” Yes, it was my exaggeratedly cheapskate genes from my Quaker grandparents talking.

  Constantijin just stared.

  I cringed. “Seriously? We have to buy fresh food all the time?”

  “I’m always willing to take over all the expenses---”

  Scowling, I cut him off, “Fine. Okay. Fresh produce all the time.” I shook my head. “God, you’re so high maintenance!”

  He choked.

  “What?” I growled.

  Constantijin shook his head, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "Nothing. I just marvel at how unique you are.”

  "Is that good or bad?" I asked suspiciously.

  He suddenly pulled me to him, and I shrieked as we fell on the floor, me on top of him.

  “Fucking good,” he breathed under me, his cock already hard and throbbing against my sex.

  He tugged a lock of my hair, which was his favorite way of getting my attention. It was another childish trait of Constantijin, an unbelievably cute one that I secretly couldn’t get enough of.

  “What?” I said, bracing my hands on his chest as I did my best not to be distracted by his erection. It was so, umm, hard.

  “You’re moving in with me then?”

  I giggled. “What do you think?”

  “I think we need to seal the deal with sex.”

  “Constantijin!”

  Lesson #8

  Your billionaire may be an angel to others,

  but do not be too sure he will be the same to you.

  “Are you really sure this interior designer is not one of your billion exes?” Three days later and I was waiting at a coffee shop near Kastein, Inc., forcibly ejected out of my workplace by the CEO himself. Yesterday, he had taken me to the vacant pad next to his. He said it would be my “own” space, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. His only requirement: that I slept in his bed every night, even when I was pissed with him.

  “There you go again, exaggerating.”

  I could hear him smiling and I did my best not to smile back because I knew he’d sense it, too. But honestly, I wasn’t exaggerating. Lately, it seemed like he had bedded a woman for every dollar he had in his bank account.

  Last week, I learned the receptionist at 25/F – who was best friends with the guy George was dating on and off – had been one of his innumerable one-night stands. Needless to say, she hated my guts.

  The previous weekend, I was on my way back to Constantijin’s private box at the theater and someone “accidentally” threw a tart at my back. No pun seemed intended but whatever. However, tickets to that play cost several thousand dollars so seriously, what was wrong with these wealthy chicks that Constantijin dated?

  Unfortunately, it wasn't even the last straw. If you thought those things were, like, uncool, Alyx taught me the other night that Constantijin’s European exes could be a lot worse. She had DM’d me a tweet of this super famous movie actress in Germany. When I ran it through a random web translator, this was what I got: Inexpensive she-dog nabbed the horse that I rode so well.

  So, you see, I totally had reason to be wary about any unknown woman I got to meet these days.

  “You will like her, this woman. She has very good taste. In fact, she was the one who decorated my pad.”

  A now-familiar green-eyed monster reared its head at the tone of admiration in Constantijin’s words. Even though I thought his pad was beautifully decorated as well, I heard myself saying noncommittally, “We'll see. I mean, we’re from different generations.”

  “Are you saying I’m old?” Constantijin mock growled.

  “No. I’m saying your interior designer is probably someone you did date and she’s old. Like, cougar-old---”

  “Yanna?” a cultured voice floated up to me.

  Shock had me choking because I accidentally swallowed half of my donut. Scrambling to my feet, I had this insane urge to bow, curtsy, and salute all at the same time. Even though I now knew ab
out her difficult past, none of it changed the way I saw her.

  As Alyx would be inclined to say, this woman “got balls”.

  Constantijin was still talking. “Let me speak with my mother, Yanna. I just want her to know that you think she is, what did you say---”

  I ended the call. Surely nobody was interested in what Constantijin had to say.

  Marge pulled me close for a brief warm hug and kissed my cheek before releasing me. “You look more and more beautiful every time I see you, dear,” she said as she took a seat across me.

  “You, too, Mrs. Kastein.” It was true. She was dressed in this lovely pale pink sheath and matching pumps. A choker of pearls around her neck was her only accessory, and it made her look like a spunkier middle-aged version of Audrey Hepburn.

  There was a moment of silence between us before she spoke again. “Thank you for defending me that night, Yanna.”

  The words had me completely flustered. “It was nothing, Mrs. Kastein---”

  “Marge, please, and of course it’s not nothing, Yanna. Only a few people would have cared to defend me that way.”

  I grimaced. “That way meaning turning into a war freak, right?”

  She laughed. “I prefer war freaks to wimps.” She called for a waiter then, ordering coffee and a slice of cake. Looking back at me, she said softly, “You know, I had wanted to call you the very next day, but Constantijin asked me to wait.”

  “He did?” Constantijin’s actions confused me yet again, but then that wasn’t really new, was it?

  His mother sighed. “If you haven’t noticed by now, my son is not the type to take a lot of risks when it comes to his feelings. I suppose he thought he had to do more things to…win you over to his side before we unloaded more of the family baggage on you.”

  Thinking very carefully of what I wanted to say and what was safe to reveal, I finally murmured, “No matter what others say, I’ll always think you’re a wonderful woman and a great mother.”

  “And my son?”

  Biting back a sigh because I was hoping she wouldn’t ask that, I mumbled, “He’s great, too.”

  “And…” When I didn’t answer, Marge said in an even tone, “You love him, don’t you?”

  Oh, shit.

  “Mrs. Kastein, I mean, Marge, I don’t---”

  “Yanna, I can see it in your face.”

  Oh, oh shit.

  “Please don’t tell him that,” I heard myself whispering. It felt humiliating to do so, but I had to. Life with Constantijin was the sweetest it could be, and I just wasn’t ready to have it end so soon. “He’s not---”

  “He’s not ready to hear it, I know,” she interrupted with a sad smile. “Yanna, I am a proud woman myself so believe me when I tell you that what I’m about to say does not come easy for me. But I want what is best for my son and I think you are that.”

  Her order came just then, and she reached for her cup with slightly trembling fingers. “I was a whore back then, Yanna. But what Constantijin can’t ever bear to admit to himself was that time I was also heavily addicted to drugs. It was the reason I couldn’t get a job to raise him properly. Whoring was an easy way and it would still have been my life if Erik hadn’t found me. His father was---is---an angel. He could have had any woman in the world and yet he chose me. He fell in love with me.”

  Her fingers tightened around her cup as she took a sip, as if preparing herself for another painful revelation. My chest hurt as I waited, my heart aching for what Constantijin and his entire family had gone through.

  “For a while, I couldn’t make myself love Erik---I felt I was too unworthy and I did everything to make him leave me. I had sex with his friend, his driver, I went to bed with anyone close to Erik who was willing to betray him.”

  Inhaling deeply, Marge said with a tear-clogged voice, “But he didn’t leave me. He kept on loving me until I was too tired not to love him back. I thought it would be okay then, but I didn’t realize that the one who would pay for my mistakes was my son.”

  I couldn’t stop crying when she said those words. Even if she didn’t say anything else after that, I already knew, could easily imagine what followed, and her words proved my fears true.

  “He was twelve when he first learned about my past. He got into so many fights after that, but he never blamed me. When he was seventeen, he started going out with the daughter of one of our neighbors. She was perfect on paper – pretty, smart, witty, the right pedigree. And then he caught her having sex with another boy – someone whom he considered his own friend.”

  A painful shudder racked Marge’s body. “It was like the past all over again. And…and I know my son, Yanna. He was so gentle back then, so loving. And I think he would have forgiven her, he had a heart like his father. But that girl wasn’t me. She didn’t love my son the way I loved Erik. She hated being caught in the wrong so she lashed out. She said he should forgive her the way his father had forgiven me for fucking everyone in his life.”

  Marge’s eyes met mine, pleading for something I was afraid to give a name to. “Yanna, I know my son is not perfect. I know you know that he doesn’t seem to want to love you, but it’s not that. It was never that. He’s just afraid he’d be like his father if he falls in love again.”

  Lesson #9

  Your billionaire can be an ass.

  But he will be the most delightful ass.

  After pushing the last box of my belongings past the door, Constantijin kicked the door shut and said triumphantly, “And that’s it. You are now under my lock and key.”

  My heart squeezed at the joy underlining his words. My heart did that a lot lately – ever since I had that talk with Marge a week ago. But Constantijin didn’t know a thing about it, and Marge didn’t have to tell me to keep it a secret. Sometimes, the only way you could love someone was to pretend you didn’t know who he really was.

  Mustering up a teasing smile, I said, “There’s something wrong with your English again.”

  But Constantijin only shrugged. “We must celebrate.”

  “I’m not ready to throw a party,” I warned him, alarmed at the gleam in his eyes. And I meant financially since I hadn’t been able to resist buying furniture for my new home. Constantijin had been really smart by sending his mother to me as my interior decorator. With her, I couldn’t even make myself say ‘no’ when she insisted prettily on using her son’s credit card.

  “Sort of,” he answered, his grin mysterious as he reached for me and took me out to the balcony. Standing next to the rails, my back against his chest, Constantijin whispered to my ear, “Do you remember what I said when I was in Dubai?”

  I froze. “Constantijin…”

  But he was already lifting my skirt up, and by the time I felt the wind teasing the bare skin of my thighs, I was already wet for him. And when I heard him unzipping his pants behind me, I had to clutch the edge of the railing’s marbled top because my body was already shaking so badly with anticipation and desire.

  “Oh God.” I let out a whimper as Constantijin pushed me forward, my breasts flattening against the marble as I felt his burning-hot cock knock against my entrance.

  “Ready?”

  I shook my head furiously.

  He chuckled. “Good. It makes this all the more better.” And then he was sliding in.

  Even though the darkness of the night cloaked us, I still felt deliciously exposed as I stared at the world below. My new home was the topmost floor of a five-story building, high enough for people not to see us from the streets but low enough for me to hear the sounds of everyone and everything that was taking place around us.

  His tongue made one painstakingly slow swirl around my ear, making me gasp as my body became even more sensitive to the smooth and deep thrusts of his cock. “If you moan for me loud enough, people might see that I’m fucking you.”

  Biting my ear, he asked huskily, “Do you want that?”

  “No,” I managed to gasp even as I thrust back wildly against him, wishing I c
ould take more of him in.

  “Are you sure of that, sweetheart?” He pulled all the way out until his cock was barely grazing my sex.

  “Constantijin!”

  “But I want them to hear you.”

  “Jerk,” I hissed at him, twisting my head to the side so I could glare at him.

  “Moan for me.”

  “No.” But I ruined it by trying to press my lower body closer to him, helplessly looking for a way to make him enter me again. A mewl of protest escaped me when Constantijin gripped my hips, forcing them to stop moving.

  “Constantijin!”

  “Only if you promise to moan as loudly as you can.” I felt him move behind me, and then I could only moan as Constantijin took hold of his cock to tease the folds of my sex.

  When he applied gentle force to the small of my back, I let him push me down further until I was practically lying on the expansive top of the marbled railing, my hands gripping its outer edge.

  “Will you scream for me, sweetheart?”

  When he reached between my legs to thumb my clit, I could only gasp out, “Yes, damn you.” And then he was pounding into me and I screamed with each hard and fast thrust.

  “Yes. Yes. Oh, oh, yes!” I screamed and sobbed the words out as he fucked me so hard I could only be thankful that the railing wasn’t the type to give way easily.

  “Louder,” he panted back as he slammed into me in full force.

  “Yes.” I screamed it as loudly as I could even as I continued to stare at the world below us, fearful of someone looking up yet at the same time horribly excited by the prospect.

  He slammed into me as I screamed and when one of the men walking below us actually looked up, I came, my head bent down to avoid the stranger’s gaze as my body shook under the relentless thrusts of Constantijin's cock.

  Constantijin came not a second after, shouting as I did. It was impossible for the stranger not to hear Constantijin’s shout and the thought intensified my orgasm, turning my body into a mass of soft and weak limbs as the very last drop of my release flowed out of me.