Chapter 2. The Indian Rival

Celebrations for the success of Skiez Enterprise have begun. Aaron was dressed in a suit he wished to own, adding to his collection. He looked nothing less than a royal man.

My father would be proud of his taste in costumes.

Unlike me.

Aaron encouraged me to wear the cheesiest set of clothes available in the city. He's insisted to dress me in a similar color of sky blue with indigo patterns within. It was a beautiful hue, especially for the night. 

While he looked like the sun, I looked like his moon. I was wearing my choker to complete the look. The satin texture was beyond amazing, ready to swoon its viewers including me. 

"You look gorgeous, my love." Aaron appears with his clean shave. His green skin hiding the undergrowth of his beard makes me chuckle, reminding me of army officers.

"You look as handsome as ever. The glow of success suits you." I mumble, closing my eyes. He helps me with the choker set, a set of the most beautiful blue diamonds I've ever seen in my life. It was Tanzanite, he says. The most expensive... I know it is.

"You own the color blue, sweetheart."

"So I do own someone's, precious heart." Hugging his bulky arms around my thick waist, I let him kiss me multiple times before his phone begins beeping.

"Let me have a look. The decorations are set." Says he.

The invitations have gone out a week ago, the man intended to share his success as soon as he got the call from his secretary on the 23rd of January. 

Aaron thanks the team for their timeliness. 

"As hosts, let's go to the venue early." I shake my head. We look at each other through the mirror reflections. I smirk, turning around to meet his darkening gaze.

"We don't have to be early because we're hosts," I say to him, approaching as dainty as a peacock.

"We will be late... because we're a lovesick pair of hosts." Saying, I let my lipstick dissolve into our love potion. He quickly gets my tinted smudge all over his face.

I was on the bed now, my panty down my ankle as my heel holds it up and his tip slowly collecting my juices to lube up.

"I'm eager. Let's not be too late." I joke to him. He quickly inserts himself in me as I release a heavy sigh of interest. My body jerks at every thrust of his. My tits bounced in pace.

He holds my legs, and my calves in his hands. Slowly, he closes them up to put them on his shoulder. 

"Ah~ ah, fuck." I moan lowly. This new mansion was huge, but it had no soundproofing, unlike my old house. It often resounded back into our ears, that vast was one single room in this mansion.

"Yeah? You like that, princess?" He asks, never stopping to let my words tumble out. His pace improves gradually. The smell of sex and our skin clapping was making my nipples harder, pleasurably. 

He notices my two buds peeking from the satin dress. He rolls them in his fingers, through the fabric. Playing with them to his heart's content.

"I'm close, my love." He expresses, falling into my embrace. 

As soon as he was close, he summons me to my knees. I take his load deep down my throat. It was one of my favorite feelings I've missed.

"You taste so good."

"Been eating pineapples you see." Saying this, he uses the towel to wipe his dick and places his junior back into his pants. 

He helps me sit down, after using the other space of the towel to clean me.

"Thank you, love." He kisses my head before leaving to throw the towel away for a wash.

We finally set course towards the arena. A ton of bodyguards hang around us.

We were like celebrities of some sort. Uninvited journalists, reporters, and media personalities have all joined up to form a large mob outside. I pity the poor guards assigned to this event. They must be the real soldiers of the rich.

We finally seep through the public in our car. The driver and the bodyguard stationed outside to receive us form a human defense wall as we quickly make it through inside.

Aaron, as I already know, was not in the mood to give his speeches in public right now. One wrong question can ruin his entire mood which was set to celebrate today.

"Finally, ugh. I hate the media." Says he. I couldn't agree more.

"It's been a struggle for me for the past five years now. What must I say?"

"You're a strong woman, baby girl." We walked towards the entrance. It canceled out most of the outer noises as the second, giant doors creaked open.

As we walked in, literally hundreds of the business arena have gathered for his party.

In reality, how many invitations did we even pass?

I thought it was a few hundred. But this seems to be a lot of 'hundreds'.

It was crowded, as it seems.

Every square foot of the space was occupied by either two or three. It was difficult to even move.

That was until the management teams asks Aaron to open the garden space too, but that might be charged for extra rent. He had no problem with it. I love how he included me in every decision he wants to take.

It makes me feel included, in a good way. Like he has a person on whom he can lean his shoulder and weight.

However, as the crowd slowly started moving out and cresting enough space, Aaron begins to converse over a glass of champagne whilst I was introduced a couple of times. He didn't need to introduce me every time for obvious reasons.

But there was this one time he accidentally called me his 'wife'. The clench in my stomach was real.

Someone taps on his shoulder, and we both look back to see an even-toned, tan man standing in front of us with a big mustache.

"Oh, Javed! Our primary investor!" Aaron says, falling into a hug with the Indian. His primary investor? Must be a rich man.

Although, after some deeper digging, I find out he's the richest man in his nation and the second-best businessman internationally.

He has my respect.