The Moreau Estates

by Danielle James

“I was trying to figure out what was so funny between Daddy and Nadia. I came in here and they were laughing about something.” My father looked like he could kill me.

  When my temper started to climb, I didn’t give a shit about the consequences. I was a hot head and I went from zero to sixty real quick. It was my parents’ fault.

  My mother didn’t miss the tone in my voice. She looked at my father quizzically then turned her stare to Nadia. Both of my parents had tempers. They gave birth to a little flame.

  “Oh?” Mom’s eyebrow lifted up.

  “I showed the girl a meme on my phone. That’s it. Jesus.”

  “I wonder if Jesus would have thought it was so funny,” I smirked and started putting the food away, purposefully bumping Nadia with my shoulder.

  “Kristabella, upstairs. Now,” Dad snapped.

  “I’m not going anywhere until she goes too.” I stood in front of the refrigerator looking from my mother to my father. They knew that look. Once I dug my heels in, that was it.

  “Nadia, can you give us some privacy, please?” My mother said through gritted teeth. Her light brown skin was turning crimson. She was seconds off of laying into my father and as much as I wanted to see it, my mother was scary when she was mad.

  “Bella, go to your room,” she said once Nadia rushed out of there.

  “Okay, Mom.” I took two steps out of the kitchen and the hushed yelling began. I leaned in close to hear. I was supposed to be heading to my room but this wasn’t like their usual fights.

  Normally, Mom exploded, or Dad did. They shouted for a few minutes then it died down and they went to the separate ends of the house for a while until they had cooler heads. This was different. I wanted to move and follow Mom’s directions but I was glued to my spot.

  “Are you fucking her, Joel?” My mother’s voice was trembling with anger.

  “Let’s not do this, Carmen,” he sighed.

  “No, let’s do it. You mean to tell me you can’t at least keep it hidden so that our daughter doesn’t pick up on it? God help you if you want to bang the nineteen-year-old maid but keep it away from Bella,” she snapped.

  “She didn’t walk in on anything, okay? I never said I was banging Nadia. Krissy walked in on us laughing.”

  “You must have looked pretty fucking cozy. She all but came out and said she thought you were fucking Nadia. Listen…we only have to do this for a little while longer,” Mom said in a hush.

  “I never said I was sleeping with her, Carmen.” Dad’s voice grew soft as he repeated himself.

  “I don’t care. Don’t let our daughter figure any of this shit out, Joel. I’m not fucking playing with you.” Things grew silent and I rushed up the steps on shaky legs to my room, trying to be quiet.

  What the fuck were they even talking about?

  My mouth turned to sand as I sat on the bed. I knew one of them would be up to talk to me. I didn’t know which one though.

  I paced the floor of my room and tried to figure out why my mother didn’t seem to fly off the handle like a normal wife who got an inclination that her husband was too close to the maid. Why wasn’t she crying? Why wasn’t she asking him a million questions?

  Why wasn’t my father groveling or explaining himself? Why wasn’t he at least lying to cover his ass? Nothing about their interaction seemed normal and it sent me into a tizzy.

  The knock on my door made me stop in my tracks. I opened it to find my father with a sheepish grin. That always meant Mom won the fight.

  “Krissy, can we talk?” I didn’t say anything in response. I moved to the side and let him into my room. He found his way to the couch and sat down with a sigh. “Hey kiddo, listen, you didn’t walk in on anything inappropriate, okay? I don’t appreciate you making it seem that way either. I know you’re Daddy’s girl but you can’t jump to conclusions. It causes…trouble.”

  “Why wasn’t Mom yelling at you?” I asked him. I didn’t care about anything else he said. The fact that they were acting out of character was unsettling. I wanted answers.

  “There’s nothing for her to yell about.” That was the only answer I got and it wasn’t good enough.

  “Dad, I can apologize for acting a little bratty.” He shot me a look as if to say I was being more than a little bratty but I pretended not to see it. “But, I can’t apologize for what I felt. I felt like you were too close to Nadia. Not just in proximity either.”

  “I can’t do anything about a hunch that you have, mija. Nothing is going on. I love you and I love your mother, okay? There’s nothing to worry about or be angry about. Oh, and please for the love of God, be nice to Nadia. She thinks you hate her.” His light brown eyes pled with me but I rolled my eyes instead of conceding.

  She rubbed me the wrong way and until I got the entire truth from someone, I would always give her the side eye. Guilty until proven innocent.

  Dad stood up and kissed my forehead then made his way to the door. “Hey, have you heard from Uncle Colton?” I tried to sound casual but I didn’t miss the fact that he was supposed to come over tonight and I hadn’t gotten a text or call or anything. He could have sent a carrier pigeon or something. Shit.

  “Yeah, I did. He was gonna come by tonight because he left something over here but he said he’d come tomorrow.” He gave me a slight shrug then paused, “How did you know Colt was supposed to come over?”

  “I saw something in the den that looked like it was his…or at least it looked like it didn’t belong in this house. I figured he’d be over here to get it,” I said indifferently.

  He lingered for a while then nodded. “Okay. Oh, and Krissy, let’s put this behind us moving forward.”

  “Sure, Dad.” I gave him enough of a smile to push him out of the door. Once I heard his heavy footsteps moving away from my room, I called Colton.

  “What’s up, sexy?” He was grinning, I could tell.

  “I thought you were coming over?” I had loads of sexual tension I needed to release and even if he didn’t make me cum he did make me feel good while he touched me and fucked me.

  Maybe I could imagine he was Matt.

  “Yeah, about that…I got caught up doing something else. I’ll drop by tomorrow.” He sounded distracted.

  “You weren’t going to call me? I had to find out through my dad.” Whatever Colton got caught up doing, sounded a lot like a party or a bar…or both. Loud music played in the background and I could hear people talking and laughing.

  I was getting increasingly pissed.

  “You asked Joel about me coming over? Kris, you can’t do stupid shit like that. He’s going to wonder why the fuck you’re asking about me when you never ask about me any other time. You gotta be smarter, kid.”

  “I’m smart enough, Colton. I know what I’m doing. I wouldn’t have had to say anything to him if you’d sent me a text or called and let me know you weren’t going to make it. Instead, you’re being an asshole and flaking on me. So goddamn typical,” I grunted.

  “Don’t be mad, Kris. I’ll make it up to you and let you put that pretty pussy on me. I need to feel you riding me.” His voice dropped a bit but I could still hear him over the noise in the back.

  I hated the way my body tingled when he spoke. It was such a traitor. We were supposed to be pissed at Colton, not getting wet because he said something nasty.

  “Whatever,” I muttered.

  “Go to bed, punk. Sleep off your little tantrum and I’ll see you tomorrow.” I didn’t say another word after he said that shit. I ended the call and did my homework.

  The fact that Matt was right started to wind itself around my thoughts until I was stabbing into the paper with my pen. I let out a frustrated growl and slammed the ink pen on the desk. I had to be strong.

  If I was only using Colton for sex, maybe I could train him to make me cum. I had to find the silver lining in it all somewhere. Otherwise, I was another stupid woman who fell for an asshole’s bullshit.

  That truth was far harsher than the reality
of Colton being a douche. I should have known better. I should have seen him coming from a mile away.

  **

  MATT

  Putting Eve in time out was weird for me. My cock had grown used to busting a nut multiple times a day. It missed her pussy.

  When it was time to go to bed, I laid there with a stiff dick and nowhere to put it. I tried jerking off to thoughts of Eve but it didn’t work and I ended up more frustrated than before.

  Then a pair of pale brown eyes flickered to life in my mind.

  Krissy…

  Next, her hair came into view. Those wild golden spirals I wanted to pull so badly. Then came her lips.

  Fucking Christ.

  Her lips were amazing. I’d never even seen her in lipstick before and I was drooling over her lips. They were perfection.

  Once Krissy’s entire body was a perfect portrait in my mind, precum was beading at the tip of my cock. I imagined her naked. I imagined seeing her deep and dangerous curves on full display. I envisioned her full breasts and stiff nipples like sweet hard candy. I envisioned her thick ass and thighs.

  I wanted those thighs closed around my face while I ate her pussy until she came over and over. She was probably so sweet. She would probably dribble down my chin like a brook.

  I gripped my cock and stroked faster, letting out a deep groan as I thought about tasting her and licking her flavor from my lips. The second I thought about sliding my dick inside Krissy, my body tensed and I shot out a huge load all over my hand involuntarily.

  “Shit…” I panted, looking down. Eve never made me cum like that and I’d actually fucked her. I hadn’t touched Krissy once. Not even a damn kiss.

  Sleep came shortly after that. As much as I looked forward to class the next day, I didn’t know how I’d look her in the eyes knowing she made me bust the biggest nut of my goddamn life.

  **

  I had to look at Krissy all fucking morning, knowing that I stroked my dick while I thought about her. It was so fucked up. At least it was the Friday before winter break. That meant I’d have time to cool the fuck off and not get a hard-on over my goddamn student.

  She was more than a student though…Krissy was my friend. She trusted me with details about her life and I couldn’t turn out to be another creep that just ogled her amazing body. I needed to be a friend. That’s it.

  My entire body tensed when I walked by my room after school and saw her staring at the newest equation on the smartboard. I took a moment to stare at her legs in those yellow knee-high socks. The way her thick thighs stretched the cotton made my cock twitch.

  I could see her full lips poke out from her side profile and I realized I’d sell my fucking soul to bite those lips all night long while I drove my dick into her. I wondered what she sounded like when she moaned. I wondered if I could snuff out her smart mouth by making her cum then making her come undone.

  Hunger propelled me closer to her. She was so enthralled that she didn’t hear me approach. I put my hands over her eyes from behind, letting her ass bump against me. She gasped and stumbled back, pressing herself against me even more.

  “Matt,” she sighed with a laugh.

  “Nope. Santa Claus. Have you been a good girl?” My lips grazed her ear and I felt a slight shudder ripple through her body. I had to move before she made my dick hard. It was already halfway there.

  Krissy spun around with a wildly playful glint in her eyes. She shoved me but I didn’t budge. I grabbed her in a hug instead.

  “God, I wanted to talk to you all day. I missed you,” she sighed. Her words made me feel something but I didn’t have time to examine it because I swept it to the back of my mind.

  “I thought about you last night too…” I realized how raw my voice sounded and remembered how hard I came thinking about her. “I mean…I couldn’t stop wondering if I hurt your feelings with the whole talk about your uncle. Did you see him last night?” I really didn’t want to hear the answer to that but I had to seem casual. Not like I wanted to possess her then pin her down on my desk and fuck her.

  She sat on one of the nearby desks and shook her head. Something was bothering her. I hated that look on her face. My hand burned to caress her cheek.

  “He didn’t show. I went through all this trouble to make it seem like he left something behind at my house so he could come by and pretend to get it. I just wanted some dick. Was that so hard?” She huffed. Her words made every muscle in my body turn taut.

  Before she became the latest subject of my late night jerk session, I wasn’t possessive but now? Now I wanted to kill any other man that touched her.

  “I thought we said you’d leave him alone?” I solved the problem on the board and tried not to look at her. Winter break couldn’t get underway soon enough.

  “Well, you said if I wanted to keep him for sex that it was okay. I think that’s what I’ll do. I won’t get attached,” she said.

  “Were you attached before our talk yesterday?”

  “No, but hearing you say he only wanted to fuck me, scraped my ego. Now, it’s raw and bruised. I thought since he’s known me forever that he actually cared. I thought he saw me growing up and liked who I was becoming…along with thinking I was hot. I never thought he would fuck me and leave me alone like I was nothing.

  I don’t know, Matt. Maybe I’m naïve and dumb and all the other shit people say about teenagers.” She sounded so down. It made me want to push all of her insecurities away and show her that every man wasn’t her uncle.

  “Everyone is dumb at some point about something, regardless of age, baby girl.” I walked over and tugged on one of her braids. I felt like a predator watching her squirm because of it.

  “What about you, Matt? What have you been dumb about?” She asked, looking up at me.

  “Fucking the principal’s wife for starters,” I quipped.

  “Yeah, that’s pretty fucking stupid.”

  “Thanks,” I scoffed, shaking my head. “I used to count down the minutes until I could see her and touch her. Now, things have changed.” I looked into Krissy’s pale brown eyes and swallowed back so many words fighting to get out.

  “What changed?” She asked. I tried to put some distance between our bodies because we were too close. Krissy closed the gap when I backed away and I crumbled. I slid my hands along the curve of her full hips and shrugged my shoulders.

  “I don’t know. She doesn’t really do it for me like she used to.” I stared at something innocent like the art on the walls. I had to or else that quiet moment we were sharing would turn into a moment filled with urgent, ravenous passion.

  I fingered the ends of Krissy’s French braids until they started to unravel. “What are you doing?” She laughed.

  “I like when your hair is out. It’s wild and it suits you.”

  “It suits me?” She smirked.

  “That’s what I said, right?” Once her braids were undone, her curls started coming to life. I slid my fingers through her hair, tousled it a bit, and said, “There. Now you look like a fucking rock star.”

  “You’re so cute, Matt.” She giggled and shook her wild mane. I took the brief moment to stare at her. I loved being around her when she was at ease like that. Everything felt effortless.

  “What’s Palmer’s wife’s name?” She asked out of nowhere.

  “Why?” I quizzed.

  “I want to call her by her name instead of what I call her in my head.”

  “What do you call her in your head?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. Krissy’s eyes followed my movements then she looked at my face again.

  “The lucky bitch.” The words flowed from her mouth so easily that I couldn’t do anything but laugh at them.

  “Seriously? Wow.” I shook my head. “You’re such a kind hearted person, Krissy.”

  “I know, right? Totally trying to become canonized as a saint later in life. Nothing like an early start,” she deadpanned.

  “Her name is Eve. Well, Geneviève,” I answered
with a shrug.

  “How has she been handling time apart from you?” She probed.

  “I wouldn’t know. I blocked her number. I should probably unblock it.” I grabbed my phone and hovered over her name on my blocked list.

  “Have you missed Eve?” She asked. I could hear nerves settling into the crevices of her words. I was reading between the lines.

  “No, I haven’t. I haven’t thought about her much at all.” Because I’ve been thinking about you…

  “You were trying to figure out if you had feelings for her, right?”

  “Yeah,” I nodded.

  “Maybe you don’t if you haven’t thought about her the entire time she’s been blocked.”

  “You’re probably right. I need to talk to her though. I don’t like the thought of leaving her hanging,” I reasoned.

  “Well, you’re a better man than Colton,” she huffed.

  Colton? That was the first time I’d heard his name. It made me heat up with anger.

  “Fuck Colton,” I blurted. Krissy looked at me with arched brows raised high on her forehead.

  “I mean…I feel the same way,” she laughed a little.

  “I’m sorry. He just seems like an asshole, Krissy.”

  “I like when you call me baby girl,” she said softly, stepping toward me.

  “He’s an asshole, baby girl. He doesn’t deserve you.” I indulged my selfish side and touched her cheek. It felt like silk beneath my fingers.

  “He doesn’t have me…” Her words carried weight that I wished I could explore.

  “Good. Keep it that way. Let him know you have a friend that will gladly knock his teeth out for you,” I said.

  “A friend?” She sucked in a breath and took a step back from me. She took her sweet scent and body heat with her.

  “Aren’t we good friends at this point?” I asked.

  “Yeah, friends. Yup. Absolutely.” Her smile was forced but I pretended not to notice. “So, are you going to call Eve?”

  “I guess so,” I responded, sitting behind my desk.

  “You should. Do like you told me and use her for sex if that’s all you want. You don’t have to fall in love with her. She’s married after all.” I noticed the chill in her tone so I kept my answers simple.