C3 Three days

"You can't tell me how to live my life!" Gabe Konstantinou bellowed at his parents as he stood up from the dinning table.

"We sure can!" His dad, Dante said. "The second scandal was just last week Gabriel! In a space of two months, the media has caught you with three different women! Three!"

"Aren't you concerned that they are invading my privacy?" Gabe complained. "Whatever I do outside work is nobody's business!"

"It is everyone's business!" His father yelled.

"Calm down, darling" his mother said, trying to calm Dante. "The doctor said to not be stressed!"

"The young man is stressing me out!" Dante said. "Don't you realize that you aren't just living a life, you're carrying on the Konstantinou legacy. You can act the way you want!"

"I sure as hell can!" Gabe snapped back. "I won't waste my youth on your demands. I do well at work, so my personal life is nobody's business!"

"When are you going to bring home a bride to quiet down the media?" His dad asked

"When I'm ready..."

"Three days!" His father snapped

"You have just three days to introduce me to your soon to be wife or you'll lose the company!"

And just like that, years of Gabriel's hardwork was threatened.

He went to the office and feasted on work but it just wasn't enough to get his mind off what his dad had said.

He'd been grooming since he was a child to be the perfect CEO of Konstantinou Cooperation. He'd invested so many years into learning, self development, and he'd made so many sacrifices for the company, now his position was threatened because of his need for a little freedom?

He couldn't take his mind off of it so he made a quick stop at a bar and began drinking. There he met a lady who caught his attention. He'd never seen someone so genuine. And the knowledge that he wasn't the only one going through shit made him feel better. .

Well,, he also never imagined he'd be spending the night with her.

She managed to look up at him again. So handsome, like a statue. But he was made of muscle and skin. Blood pumped through his veins, and his heart beat fast. She was sure she could reach out and feel it do so through his chest.

Because it felt as if hers was doing exactly that. And she found herself stuck, because she did not know what to do. She did not wish to let on that she was inexperienced.

He fitted his hand over her cheek, then led her head forward. She knew what he wanted, and it became what she wanted. To take him deep within her mouth. The slick friction, the salty taste of him. She absorbed the sound of his groan, his shattered breathing, and she wanted to be the reason he fell apart.

But he pulled her back, his golden eyes so fierce she was nearly afraid she’d done something wrong.

“Lay down,” he ordered.

She no longer cared who ordered who. If she had to beg or plead. Something clawed at her from inside and the only escape was him. Inside of her.

He rolled a condom on, and she refused to be afraid. That was how a woman such as her got through any unknown situation. Believing you belonged in it. Believing you could handle anything.

And then he was on top of her, careful around her wound. Heavy and strong. Her protector. The man who had saved her night. Who had given her pleasure, and now this.

Poised at her entrance, and she had no fear. Not here. Not with him. Not as he slid inside of her, with inexorable pressure and determination.

She had heard stories of varying experiences. That there was pain or discomfort or only glory. That it depended on the man, his size or that foolish thing called love.

She found her experience somewhere in the middle of all that noise. He was so large, and it felt as though she would never accommodate him. And yet there was pleasure everywhere else. And as he moved within her, as she moved against him not knowing what else to do with the pressure and the need, any mild pain, any discomfort melted away.

And then there was only this, where they joined, the little world of ecstasy, of rising tides of pleasure, one after the next. His hands were everywhere, his mouth devoured her, and deep within, he moved. Closer and closer to an edge she now recognized, now knew, now craved.

She sobbed, needing something from him she did not know how to express.Over and over again. Until the world upended in a magical crash of ecstasy.

On one last thrust, he crushed her to him, power and passion in one explosion before they both fell limp together on the bed. For stunning moments, they breathed in time, slowly coming back to themselves.

This real world where she would now have to deal with the consequences of her wants. Except, what was so bad about this? It was an enjoyment for both of them.