Chapter 2. Celebrations

Aaron has grown into a fine young man in my eyes. The worst part of growing up for a man is his beard. He's now keen on maintaining a French beard, and I, on the other hand, absolutely hate it. Sometimes I wonder if he grows it for attention, because that darn beard makes every girl in the vicinity clutch her thighs together in his presence.

What's with men showing off their pubic hair on their faces? I want a clean-shaven man eating my pussycat!

But he looks hot. Way too hot.

Especially with his powerful thrusts, he makes me squirt and moan like a mistress.

He was over my body, my legs held to my chest while I was banged by him. He kisses me occasionally, reminding me that no one will ever take his kiss as seriously as I do.

"Ack!" I squealed; he was unleashing all of his two months of sexual tension on me. And I was glad to be his doll.

"Fuck, slow down!" I yelled at him. I was put into a doggy mood as he thrust deep into my core. His hands couldn't even hold themselves back from smacking my giant ass and rubbing my clitoral area. My legs were shaking and trembling through the first orgasm.

That felt so good. I was melting on the bed.

I see the dim light of the moon, then the bright light of the candle against the dark.

Suddenly, I feel his weight shift, bringing me back to reality. He was pressing me down, our sweaty bodies sticking together.

"You're as tight as ever, princess." He says this, chinning his beard into my ear. The irritation was real, but my mind was too clouded to act against him. Blinking after a few thrusts and holding my moans back, I manage to squeeze the words out.

"Get your stupid beard out of my face." I say it angrily, and he chuckles. He does it only to annoy me, knowing full well that I hate the pubic hair growing out of his face.

After he's filled me up and cleaned me squeaky clean through all the training I gave him, he goes into the bathroom, and I hear the sink being used.

I see him halfway, but he seems to shave his face.

"Wait—" 

"Hmm?" His face was turned away as he was applying his shaving cream.

"You don't have to. You're going to lose your popularity, or whatever." I smirked and smiled at the same time.

Oh, honey, I damn care about my popularity. If my queen doesn't like it, it's going down the gutter." Well, I'm very impressed.

"Thank you, babe. You're the best." I come to accept my slumber, just for a while.

....

"Do you think this arena is good?" Asks the richest businessman walking on earth. I stared at his side; he had his arm wrapped around me.

"It's... brilliant." I say, almost wordless.

"But I want something vibrant." I whip my head towards him.

"Greedy much? Are you kidding me? This is enough, trust me. Let's talk to the event planner right now." I said, I drag his chuckling ass away. The manager was right in front of us, and we approached him to discuss the colour themes and flowers.

"Golden and silver. To accommodate everyone's royal tastes." Aaron says.

"Is that okay?"

"Please don't ask me artistic stuff. I'm only ever good with porn scripts and settings." By saying this, I evoke laughter within the man who is shocked by my words and Aaron, who laughs heartily.

"That's fine. Make it as bright as possible. I want this building to be glowing and brilliant at night. No other building should be as blinding as ours in the neighbourhood." Says the rich man.

"Certainly, sir. You can leave it to our team. We will be ready by this evening and contact you. By the way, congratulations on the success, Mr. Skiez. I've been a fan of your family ever since I was a little kid. It is a fortune for me to work for the Skiez." Says the middle-aged man to Aaron. They shake hands formally and firmly.

We go back home afterwards.

I insisted to my obsessed boyfriend that I could manage an event this big with the collection I have with me.

"No, we're buying you a dress. This instant. Although I'm shameful that we're settling for a ready-made one rather than a 'made-for-you," He says. My eyes roll all the way back, and he chuckles at my reaction. He was driving while he took my hand to kiss my knuckles. I shake my head.

Suddey, I wanted to confess something to him.

"You're not the old Aaron I knew and fell in love with. It's true that money does change people, but..." Aaron slows the car down to stare at me.

"I guess that's true as well." His voice bears sadness and longing that don't go unnoticed by me.

He was working so hard that he'd achieved what many businessmen couldn't have done in decades.

He's truly amazing, but I miss my old, childish, and bubbly Aaron. He's the one who tickled my heart and zinged it to life.

I wish... Once his position in the market is brought back to No. 1, he will come back to me.

It's just a stupid hope, though.

"My love, how about Gucci?" He asks, halting the car before the store. It seems very fashionable, but I didn't want to steal the attention from him.

"What colour do you have in mind for yours?" I inquired about him, trying to match with him. We were still in the car with the blinker blinking. He gives it a thought before saying, "I want to risk wearing a white and blue shirt. The classic for a winter celebration." Says the man.

"That's very classy indeed. I never liked bright and dark colours on you. Show some chest too." I say, winking at him. We get inside the shop to find both of our suits.

His dress coat gave me the vibe of a perfect mafia man. I've bought myself a snake-charming white, scaly dress that I would absolutely love wearing. It scaled down to grey, then black at the end of the dress and its full sleeves.

I was in love with this colour and dress.

But it's only for people who are at least 5'8 tall. I was a little chubby at 5'3 above the ground.

I had to give up on such a beauty.

Seeing my unsatisfied face, the male brings me to another shop.

It was for short people like myself with godly curves.

I felt sorry for Aaron at that time because I'd found my new true love.

What a fabulous piece of fabric it was!