Page 4 of August and the Night

"Do you think you would be able to do that?" I tease, although I know fully well that he could probably make me orgasm in minutes.

"Go out with me tonight and let me show you just what I can do" - August

I take a shaky breath, already deciding what I am going to do. Well, something other than my brain decided for me. I mean, isn't it time to live my life already? Isn't it time that I finally feel a man's touch?

Besides, my father always does whatever he wants without worrying about my feelings. He didn't stay for my birthday last year because he preferred going to an exclusive yacht party in Greece. He also shuts me up every time I talk about my research because his head hurts from "all that stupid science shit." He does whatever he wants if it means he can be happy, no matter how selfish it seems. So why can't I do the same?

"I will get back to you in a minute," I text, deciding to get Lily's opinion first.

I call her and immediately get to the point, knowing that she is busy with her psychology classes. "Lily, you won't believe it! August just invited me for a sushi date, but dad is coming home tonight and expects us for dinner. What should I do? Help!"

Lily, being my rock as always, quickly replies, "Bitch! Are you even asking that question? A six-foot-three man with muscles like that of John Cena asked you out on a sushi date, and you're considering blowing him off for that old man!" Her voice increases in pitch as she talks, and I have to move the phone away from my ear so that her screeching doesn’t burst my eardrums.

Feeling overwhelmed, I reply, "I'm not sure. It's been so long since we've spent time together. I don't want to disappoint him, but I also don't want to miss out on this date."

Lily quickly responds, "Layla, I can see how transfixed you are with this man. You are literally always glued to your phone in the hopes that he texts! Go on that date and forget about your old man. I can cover for you, don’t worry. You deserve to have some fun, honey!"

Relief floods over me as I consider Lily's suggestion. She is right. I deserve to have a little fun! "Thank you, Lily. You're the best!" I tell her with affection in my voice. I truly love her more than life itself.

"I know I am the best. That's why I am going to remind you not to forget to shave, yes, that little Amazon forest too, Layla! I swear if you don't, I will do it myself... Oh, and don't forget to wear matching underwear." She singsongs teasingly, and I immediately hang up on her, changing my mind. I hate her.

I text August back, telling him that I will be able to come, and he immediately messages me the time and location of our meet-up. With a smile on my face, I call John to take me back to the mansion because, even though I hate to admit it, Lily is right. I need to shave.

5

August

After Layla agrees to have a dinner date with me, I immediately postpone all my meetings to another day so that I can ensure everything goes perfectly. Everything needs to go perfectly for my plan to work—I won't let my parents down. Leaving my office, I tell Stacy, my secretary, to book the entire rooftop of the sushi restaurant. I want Layla all to myself, with no interruptions and no chance of something going wrong.

I'm an observant man, and I can't help but notice the slight dissatisfaction in Stacy's eyes following my request. However, I believe that Stacy is intelligent enough not to mess anything up. She knows I would absolutely destroy her if she even dared to overstep her boundaries.

I get into the car and instruct the driver to take me home. I need to freshen up. I need Layla to be attracted to me. She seems like the type of person who would tell me her life story during pillow talk if she's pleasured properly, and pleasuring her properly is exactly what I intend to do.

From a distance, I can see my house standing tall and proud, nestled amidst meticulously landscaped gardens. Its architecture drips with modern sophistication. The creamy white exterior exudes a sense of timeless beauty, while the expansive windows invite natural light to flood the interior, giving it a serene feel. I love this house.

I designed everything from scratch, intending it to be perfect for my future wife and children—a haven for them. It kills me that I have to bring Layla over someday. I don't want my house to be sullied by the likes of her. But I know I have to bring her over to give her a sense of knowing me. The more she feels like she knows me, the more likely she is to open up to me.

Entering through the double doors, I'm greeted by the beautiful familiar sights and sounds that greet me every day, yet I never tire of them. The foyer, with its modern flooring and simple, comfortable interior, has a homely feel, not like a hotel. But the most beautiful sight of all is the large birdhouse nestled in the living room—a sanctuary for avian life. The birdhouse itself is a work of art, adorned with intricate carvings and exquisite detailing that echo the elegance of the surrounding space, giving the living room a majestic, mythical feel.

A gate-like structure with a mesmerizing design ensures the safety of the beautiful birds, preventing any accidental escape. The gate, crafted with a delicate touch and adorned with small metal structures of different birds, allows for a clear view of the inhabitants while maintaining a barrier of protection. It blends seamlessly with the overall aesthetic, enhancing the charm of the living room.

The walls surrounding the birdhouse are a breathtaking sight—transparent panes of glass stretching from floor to ceiling, immersing the room in natural light. The vibrant plumage of the birds dazzles against the backdrop, their movements creating a ballet of grace and color. The glass walls provide an uninterrupted view into their home.

Inside the spacious room, a chorus of melodic chirps and trills fills the air, creating a symphony of bird songs. Each unique note harmonizes with the others, their collective voices weaving a beautiful symphony that reverberates throughout the house. The variety of bird species that call this aviary home is truly remarkable. Colorful parrots, innocent little white doves, elegant finches, and majestic cockatoos coexist in perfect harmony. The room is thoughtfully designed to accommodate their needs, with perches and branches strategically placed to provide a natural environment for them to explore and perch upon. It will always be my favorite part of coming home every day.

I force myself to move away from the enclosure and head up the stairs to my bedroom. Once I reach it, I immediately strip off the suit I'm wearing and head to the bathroom to take a shower. Under the streams of hot water, I can't stop my thoughts from straying towards Layla. I'll never understand how such a horrendous monster can have such an innocent face. Her eyes hold so much innocence, you could never tell she comes from a family of power-hungry, disgusting monsters.

The way she looked at me in the café is still burned in my memory—how she looked at me with so much trust. She has no idea that I'm the last person she should look at like that. I'm going to ruin her and her family, leaving nothing of them unscathed.

My theory is that this is how she lures men in. Her father is infamous for using seductresses to get what he wants, and he definitely molded her to be every man's wet dream so he could use her for his horrendous deeds. My rational side is well aware that this is all a persona—her innocent looks and pouty lips are a facade she uses to lure men she likes.

A woman like her, with her blood, wouldn't know innocence even if it hit her in the face. But my dick refuses to believe it, always standing erect at the mere thought of her. God, she's good. I feel nothing but anger towards both her and myself as my hand slips to my dick, stroking it to thoughts of that dirty girl.

I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me with those eyes filled with trust. Her pouty lips wrapped around my cock. I won't be gentle with her. She doesn't deserve gentleness. I'll fucking destroy her, fuck her face into oblivion. By the time I'm done with her, tears will be streaming down her pretty face, her lips bruised, and her throat sore. I cum at the images I conjure in my head, ropes of thick cum flowing down the shower drain. I'm still shaking from the force of the orgasm. I've never come so hard in my life, and it infuriates me that it's to the thought of that nasty woman. I'll never allow myself to get lost in her again. It messes with my head, making me feel things I'm not allowed to feel—feelings she'll never deserve in a million years.

6

Layla

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