Chapter 9 Warnings

Gideon's POV

As soon as I was ready, I jumped in my car and drove to the nightclub. I headed to the VIP section, making my way to our private table where Gemma and her two friends, Daniella and Lilah, were already seated. When I approached, Gemma spotted me and immediately stood up to hug me.

I held her for just a moment before pushing her away. I didn’t like being hugged, especially with Riccardo’s people watching. The thought of having to treat my so-called wife the same way already frustrated me, but I tried to push that aside for now.

“What’s up, ladies?” I asked as I took a seat next to Gemma.

“Gideon, I wanted to order some drinks, but they wanted me to pay for them,” she complained.

“Well, it’s a club. We make money by selling drinks. That’s how it works,” I replied with a grin, enjoying the look of disdain on her face.

“Are you kidding me?” she exclaimed, clearly annoyed, which made me laugh.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you.”

I leaned in closer to her. “This time, I’ll be nice. You don’t have to pay at the bar. However, you will need to pay for me directly, and I promise you won’t need your wallet. The only thing you need to open is your mouth.”

She smiled back at me. “That’s not a problem. I can open my mouth or my legs, whatever you wish.”

“Good girl.” I stood up and gestured for her to follow me.

“Excuse us, ladies,” I said, leaving them at the table while Gemma trailed behind me upstairs.

We entered a large room with an office in the attic. I locked the door behind us to ensure we wouldn’t be disturbed. I walked over to the sofa, removed my jacket, and sat down comfortably, leaning back. I didn’t need to say anything; she knew exactly what I expected her to do.

Gemma got on her knees in front of me, and after caressing my thighs, she first undid my belt, then the zip on my jeans. But before she would lean forward to start, she straightened up and unbound the thin lace of her dress, letting the top part fall on her waist, exposing her big, round breasts for me, which made my cock erect in seconds.

She leaned forward, letting her breasts rest on my thighs, and quickly got my stiff male organ out of my boxers.

To feel her nice, warm and wet lips around my cock while she gave a wet massage to its head with her tongue made me feel like I could cum immediately.

Even if I only wanted release, I wanted to enjoy her mouth a little longer, so I let her play like that for a while. However, wanting to enjoy the party as well, I didn't want to pull it too long, so shortly I had a grip on her hair, and I pushed her head to make the entire length of my cock disappear in her mouth. She was experienced enough to keep my cock deep and massage it by keeping swallowing, which she knew I couldn't endure for a long time. It didn't take a minute, and I orgasmed with a loud groan, letting her consume all my cum.

She continued licking for a few seconds. Because satisfying me orally was the payment for her drinks, she knew she could only stop when I allowed her to. I enjoyed her tongue until I calmed down completely, then I pushed her head away, and I stood up to pull my boxers up and zip my trousers. Only then did I turn back to her with a grin.

“Not bad, babe. I give you a six out of ten. However, you were good enough to earn a reward.”

She stood up, wanting to come to me, obviously to apologise, but a knock interrupted us. Quickly, she pulled her dress up to cover her breasts. I motioned for her to stay where she was and opened the door.

“Are you busy?”

Seth pushed the door open and walked in.

“No, bro, I just finished,” I said, grinning at him, then looked at Gemma. “Babe, go downstairs alone. I’ll call the bar to serve you for free.”

Gemma's face showed disappointment at being dismissed from the room, but she didn’t dare say a word; she rushed out as quickly as possible.

As soon as we were alone, Seth burst out laughing and shook his head.

“Free drinks? Seriously?”

“She paid for me directly,” I replied.

Seth just continued shaking his head with a smile.

“Why did you come? I thought you were spending the night at home,” I asked.

“Yes, that was the plan, but I had something to do, and I thought I would drop by to see you.”

“What for?”

“We had a family dinner today.”

At that moment, I guessed the reason for his visit.

“I don’t care about her, Seth. How many times do I have to repeat that?”

“This is crazy. Cancel the wedding, Gideon, while it’s not too late.”

“What? Why would I do that? I won’t cancel it.”

“Gideon, she—”

“I don’t care,” I exclaimed this time.

He looked at me in disbelief at first, and then his expression shifted to anger.

“Do you know what, Gideon? Do what you want, but don’t blame anyone if your stupid plan doesn’t work.”

Then he turned his back on me and left the room. I was angry, too. I had never argued with him before. He wasn’t just my brother; he was my best friend and always wanted what was best for me. But this time, he needed to understand that I had the right to make my own decisions.

Sloane also tried to call me later, but I ignored her. I knew what she wanted. I was tired of them trying to make me change my mind.

Afterwards, I went downstairs and partied with Gemma and her friends, and I ended up getting drunk.

I took Gemma home in the morning and asked her to continue what we had started at the club, but this time it turned into a long and satisfying sex.

She hugged me afterwards, but I was too tired and drunk to push her away.

“Gideon, please don’t do this. Don’t get married. Especially don’t do it for me,” she said, her tired and drunk voice pulling me from my haze for a moment.

“Gemma, it won’t take long. Everything will be fine,” I assured her.

“I have a bad feeling about this. You’ll abandon me.”

“No, I won’t, and now let me sleep.”

"But Gideon, please listen to me..."

"Gemma, let me sleep. Otherwise, I'll call you a taxi to take you home."

I heard her sigh, and finally, she fell silent.

Throughout the years she spent as my girlfriend, she came to understand me well. She knew that if she wanted to stay, she needed to comply with my wishes. She also understood that for me, walking out of her life wouldn’t mean heartbreak or even a twinge of regret. So, she always did what I asked to keep me by her side.

Later, my phone rang, and when I squinted at the screen, I saw it was my dad. I was too tired and drunk to answer, so I simply ignored it.

Alice's POV

When I woke up, the sun was rising, and I felt very comfortable. I wished I didn’t have to get up. As I thought about yesterday's events, I realised what I missed most: training. The last time I trained was in Montreal.

Reluctantly, I got out of bed; it was six in the morning, and I assumed the family wouldn’t wake up so early. After finishing in the bathroom, I checked my wardrobe and found some training clothes. I put them on and quietly left my room.

I went for a run. The land around me was vast, making it the perfect setting. I ran for about an hour and then stopped to stretch next to the pool. Just as I was getting into my routine, Lilly suddenly appeared, causing me to almost fall into the water. Her worried expression showed she hadn’t expected to find me there. I smiled at her and shook my head.

“No, nothing happened, Lilly. I didn’t expect anyone to come.”

Her worried expression faded, and she smiled as she handed me a bottle of water. I was surprised but accepted it gratefully.

“Thank you, Lilly.”

She nodded and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from her pocket. She quickly wrote a message saying breakfast would be ready in an hour because she had to return to the kitchen to help prepare it.

“Then I guess it’s time for me to take a shower. Thanks again, Lilly,” I said.

She smiled at me and left.

I hurried back to my room, still holding the water bottle, and took my time in the shower, washing myself thoroughly. When I finished and stepped out to grab a towel, I realised there wasn’t one available, and I had left my bathrobe in the room. Sighing, I stepped out of the shower naked, trying to move quickly as water dripped from my hair. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed Mrs Sullivan sitting on my bed, a long white silk ribbon in her hand, staring at me.