ANASTASIA
After three long years, Matthew hadn't changed a bit. He was still very handsome. Those once captivating blue eyes, which I used to get lost in now, looked at me with so much surprise.As I stood before him, uncertainty gripped me. I hadn't known how I would feel seeing him again after i ran just hours before our wedding. Yet seeing him made all the feelings to return.The scent of him brought back a lot of memories, I remembered the times I ran my fingers through his beautiful hair. For years, the only way I kept tabs on him was reading about him from gossip columns in magazines, social media, and financial magazines.Standing just a few feet away, the truth hit me – I was still in love with him. He had this sophistication and sexiness that made me giddy and wet. Dressed in a navy blue tuxedo, he exuded timeless elegance, a sight that made my heart ache."Anastasia," he whispered as he stared into my eyes."What is she doing here?"Matthew asked as he sprang to his feet."I don't know what sort of soap opera is going on here, but I will not be an object of ridicule," Matthew yelled, storming out of the room.Grandfather turned to Harry with a stern look. "You have a lot of explanation to do," he declared.Harry's mother, however, approached me with gentleness. "Sit down, dear," she urged, gesturing to the chair beside Harry.After a thorough interrogation by Harry's parents, we left for home.Harry was a Zillionaire with a multitude of businesses. He was a wealthy man, and his lifestyle reflected it.I had seen a glimpse of wealth when I was dating Matthew, but Harry was a different ball game.We landed in New York in his private jet. The house was already stocked, and a team of impeccably dressed staff awaited my every need.My walk-in closet was filled with designer clothes, shoes, bags, and accessories.But still, all the luxury I was surrounded by didn't stop the pain in my heart, I was hurting really bad. I thought I was over him, but seeing Matthew brought back the feelings.On our way home, my phone buzzed, revealing my sister Natasha's call. "How are you doing, sis?" she asked.I answered cautiously, trying not to sound like I had been crying. Natasha and i used to be very close but circumstances had made us strangers to each other. I had severed ties with my family after fleeing my wedding, unable to face the shame but Natasha had kept callling and sending messages."I heard you're back in town," Natasha said, surprising me, as even my parents weren't aware of my return."How did you know?" I inquired, sceptical of her claim."A friend at the airport saw you," she replied."Which friend?" I pressed, knowing Natasha was not being honest."Ana, you don't know all my friends, especially the ones I made over the past two years you've been gone," Natasha explained, leaving me with lingering doubts. I knew she was hiding something.Harry was silent, but when he finally spoke, I became tongue-tied. "Why didn't you tell me you had been engaged to my nephew," he had asked.When I didn't respond, he continued, "I was so wrong about you. I thought you were different, "he had said, but I just couldn't talk. I was ashamed I had used him and was afraid of talking. I was afraid that if I spoke, he would know I was still in love with his nephew.I could not believe my heart still jumped at the sight of Matthew. *******I couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing me towards him. Climbing the stairs, I pushed open his bedroom door, revealing Matthew peacefully asleep.Bare-chested, the duvet modestly covering him, Matthew's chest adorned with dark hair beckoned to me. Eagerly, I slid in beside him, tracing my fingertips along his strong arm. Even though he was asleep, seeing him turned me on. My fingers danced over his chest hair, and as if sensing my touch, he stirred, opening his eyes."Anastasia, what are you doing..." he began to say, but I silenced him with a kiss, my lips covering his, interrupting any further words."Anastasia, what are you doing...",I covered his lips with mine, interrupting him.My tongue pulled his in as he drew him longer. Taking a break from kissing, my lips trailed kisses down his neck.I ran my fingertips from his chest down to his now erect dick. "Ana what are you doing here?", Matthew asked, trying to pull away from me.I wanted him so much that I held onto him as he struggled to pull away "Do you really want to talk right now or do you want to bury this big dick of yours in my pussy", I asked him, I moved closer and nibbled on his ear lobe. My fingers are curled around his dick and slowly I moved it up and down.Matthew groaned with delight but suddenly common sense returned, "No, we can't keep doing this. I need you to leave, you are married to my uncle", Matthew insisted as he tried to push me away.My voice took on a husky tone as I whispered to Matthew, "Come on, Matthew. Your words say leave, but your body is saying a different story,"while I knelt down, taking his erect rod into my warm mouth. The sensations overwhelmed him, and I could feel his resistance fading as I skillfully massaged his balls.His groaned and whispered my name and i knew he was enjoying what i was doing to him. Teasing him, I paused, flicking my tongue over the tip of his rod, pushing him to the edge. Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed me and placed me on the bed, climbing on top of me.With my legs spread, he pulled down my pants.I was as eager as he was or even more.Matthew positioned himself on top and with one powerful thrust, he was inside of me, i moaned out in pleasure, pulling him closer."Anastasia," a voice screamed out, and I recognized it immediately. It was Harry's voice, my husband.I opened my eyes, allowing the world to come back into focus.ANASTASIA "Anastasia," I heard my name again. I opened my eyes and found Harry in my room."I am sorry," he mumbled and quickly walked out. I sat up and wiped the beads of sweat that had dripped all over my body. "It was a dream," I whispered to myself.Feeling aroused and a little bit ashamed, I descended from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. Glancing at the wall clock, I realized I had overslept; it was already eight o'clock. I ran a warm bath, adding my rose-scented shower gel and a few drops of my favourite essential oils. I removed my nightwear and slipped into the bathtub.An hour later, I was dressed and seated at the dining table, ready for breakfast. The maid, Maria, who had introduced herself earlier, informed me that Harry was in a virtual meeting and would be joining me soon. I wasn't looking forward to seeing him, not after what had just happened that morning in my bedroom. "Why did he even come into my bedroom without my permission?" I mumbled to myself. I sett
ANASTASIA The man in the grey suit sat and listened attentively throughout my interview. A subtle smile was on his lips. After the interview, as I left the building, my mind replayed the entire encounter, the questions, my answers, and most prominently, the mysterious Mr. Grey Suit. Reaching home, I found Mia laying down on the couch with a tub of popcorn balanced on her lap. "So, how was it?" Mia asked. "How did the interview go? Did you wow them with your HR expertise?"I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, i sighed and looked up at Mia. "I think I might have… stuck my foot in my mouth," I confessed, I narrated my entire interaction with the handsome stranger.Mia's eyes widened in surprise. "You told him to go home and change because he looked too rich?" She asked and started laughingShe laughed so hard tears started flowing from her eyes. "Oh, Anastasia! What were you thinking?"I buried my face in a throw pillow, mortified. "I don't know! i was so nervous and looked
HARRY The second Matthew said, "What is she doing here?", I knew there was some serious baggage between him and Anastasia. My parents looked at each other and I could see that there was a lot I didn't know. After Matthew walked out, I became even more confused. "Why did it have to be her?", My Dad muttered, "I don't understand," I said. Mom, ever the voice of reason, dropped a bombshell. "Son," she said gently, " didn't you know that Anastasia was engaged to Matthew? Your nephew." My jaw hit the floor. I whipped my head around to look at Anastasia, expecting some kind of explanation. But she wouldn't meet my gaze. The revelation hung heavy in the air, adding another layer to the already suffocating silence. The air grew thick with tension, and the car ride back home stretched into an eternity. I kept stealing glances at Anastasia, hoping she'd finally break the silence and explain everything. But she didn’t, I finally spoke up, "why didn't you tell me that you were once e
ANASTASIA My makeup artist had just finished my makeup, and very soon, I would be walking down the aisle. It all seemed like a dream, Matthew Smith would be my husband. I couldn't believe I would be marrying the most eligible bachelor. I just couldn't contain my joy as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My engagement to Matthew had been on gossip blogs and magazines. It was a very romantic engagement. We had attended the Super Bowl together, and just as the halftime started, the camera landed on us, and I turned to Matthew, and there he was with a beautiful diamond ring. I accepted it with a continuous "yes." I had come into my hotel room to speak with Matthew. "In an hour, you'll be mine," Matthew had said, and I just couldn't wait. After talking to Matthew on the phone, I sprawled out on the bed and fantasised about our honeymoon. Images of us making love on the beach sent shivers down my spine, I was going to make sweet love to Matthew, and I just couldn't wait for the w
MATTHEW After more than twelve years away, my uncle Harry Smith was finally coming back home, and my grandfather was throwing a ball to honour his return. I didn't really care because very soon, I would have a bigger celebration of my own. Dressed in a black velvet suit and trousers, my white shirt spoke volumes, and it made my rich maroon velvet bow tie stand out. i looked at the mirror, and I saw a man ready to command attention at the ball, i was a vision of sophistication.Entering the beautifully decorated arena a few minutes later, I observed men coming in, dressed in tuxedos, each accompanied by a woman in their arms. The ladies wore elegant evening gowns, their makeup meticulously applied, and their hair impeccably styled.Surprisingly, I was remarkably calm. A year ago, this situation would have sent me into a panic. My grandfather had declared that ninety percent of his shares in all his companies would be transferred to my uncle if he was able to get married before his t