Heir of Deception | (for mature audience)

* Chapter 33: Alexandria

Alexandria

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Today marks the official launch of Carter & Co's latest collection—the very line that Christian and I collaborated on for the campaign. My father is hosting an exclusive dinner party with influencers, celebrities, and other distinguished guests. A mix of anticipation and nerves courses through me as I prepare to see the fruits of our labor on full display.

I slipped into a sleek, form-fitting satin gown in a captivating emerald green, complete with a daring mid-thigh slit and elegant off-shoulder lace straps. I paired it with understated black stiletto heels and a sparkling silver clutch that shimmered like diamonds. To complete my ensemble, I adorned myself with exquisite jewelry from the new collection that my father had sent over.

"You look gorgeous, princess," he said, gently pushing my hair aside before planting a soft kiss at the nape of my neck.

"You clean up well yourself," I replied, smiling.

"Nothing much, just threw this on," he said casually, eliciting a smile from me in return.

He wore a classic black tuxedo with a matching tie, complemented by silver cufflinks and his usual silver watch. He looked absolutely stunning.

"Ready to go?" he asked, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes," I replied, beaming.

We made our way down to the garage and climbed into one of his luxury cars. He let me choose, and although I had my heart set on one of his sports cars, I opted for the elegant black Rolls Royce. I never get to choose the fun cars.

Despite the heavy traffic, we arrived at the venue right on time. As we entered, the room buzzed with photographers capturing stars mingling together. Christian’s hand rested on my back as we navigated through the crowd.

"Evening, Father, Mother," I greeted them.

"Hello," my father said warmly, embracing me and extending a firm handshake to Christian.

"You look beautiful," my mother added, catching me off guard. Compliments from her were rare, so it seemed Christian's gentle scolding had worked wonders.

"Thank you," I replied, smiling. "Are Ana and Enzo here?"

"No, your sister and her husband are busy taking care of their daughter, Aubrey," my mother informed me.

Anastasia and Lorenzo had recently welcomed their first child, and while I couldn't be there for the birth, I sent a beautiful push present for both mother and baby.

"Alexandria is expecting too," Christian interjected with a serious tone, and we both knew it was a joke. To my surprise, my parents believed him.

"Stop playing," I elbowed him gently. "He's kidding! I'm not pregnant—I'm drinking champagne for God's sake."

"Oh," my mother said, sounding almost relieved.

"Excuse us," I said, pulling Christian away.

We mingled with a few guests before taking our seats. As the party began, my father delivered a heartfelt speech, thanking everyone for attending and expressing his excitement for the new collection's launch. Afterward, he played the video Christian and I had shot for the collection.

"You look incredible on the big screen, princess," he said, smiling at me as he clapped along with the other guests.

"I know," I joked with a playful grin.

"Oh, what am I going to do with you and your smart mouth?" he teased.

"You could always take me for a spin in the Rolls Royce right now," I replied, smiling mischievously.

"Don't play with me, princess," he warned, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"I'm a grown woman; I don't play games," I said, my tone turning serious. "Do you want me to—"

"Let's go," he interrupted, his smile returning. "You go first."

"I don’t want to miss the show," I protested.

"You've seen it all, go," he insisted, his voice firm yet gentle.

I stood up and walked away from the table, heading through the walls until I found the storage room. Flicking on the light switch, I saw tables and equipment covered in dusty white sheets. I pulled out a chair and shot him a text letting him know where I was.

When he finally arrived, he looked a bit flustered. “You’re late,” I teased, standing up from the chair.

“Sit back down,” he commanded, loosening his tie as he walked closer. There was a certain intensity in his gaze that made my heart race. I obeyed, feeling a thrill at his authoritative tone.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructed, and I smiled as I did just that, revealing the delicate black lace panties I wore.

He lifted my leg and began planting soft kisses from my calves to my thigh, sending shivers of pleasure through me. When he slid my panties off and tucked them into his pocket, I gasped as his tongue found its way inside me, drawing out a loud moan I couldn’t contain.

“God!” I cried, gripping his head as my back arched.

He held my hips steady, his tongue working rhythmically against my clit. Each flick sent jolts of pleasure coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but push my hips against his mouth, the heat of desire igniting within me.

“I’m going to come, Christian!” I gasped, the pressure building inside me.

He didn’t relent, his pace steady until I finally tasted the sweet release of my climax. As I caught my breath, he rose to his feet, undoing his belt. I watched, captivated, as he lifted me effortlessly, positioning me above him. The sensation of being enveloped by him sent another wave of excitement through me.

“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his hands resting possessively on my waist.

I pressed my lips against his, surrendering to the moment as he guided my movements. My soft moans filled the air, and I felt an irresistible connection between us, a desire to be lost in this blissful intimacy forever. I could sense that he was close, too.

“I’m close, princess,” he groaned, and that fueled my own need.

With newfound urgency, I quickened my movements, and his growls of pleasure ignited a fire within me. As waves of ecstasy washed over us, I knew we were both teetering on the edge of something beautiful.

I composed myself before we left. As we walked out, I spotted Damian passing by. Christian went back to join the party while I headed to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but giggle. I just had sex at an event hosted by my father. As I walked out, I ran into Damian again.

"Hi," Damian greeted. "The campaign turned out amazing."

"Yeah," I replied.

"How are you?" he asked. "I would assume you're good, after you left the storage room," he said with a chuckle.

"I don't know what you're implying," I shot back.

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry," he assured me. "I swear."

"What the hell? Were you creeping on us?" I snapped.

"No, why would I do that?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Because you're a creep," I retorted.

"Are you still mad about what happened when we were sixteen? I was a kid," he said, trying to defend himself.

"I'm done with this conversation," I said, walking away.

As I left, I could feel the rage boiling inside me. I was even mad at myself for indulging in that conversation. I sat back down and turned to Christian.

"I don't want to be here anymore," I whispered into his ear.

"Why? Are you—" He followed the direction of my gaze and landed on Damian. "Did he say something to you?" he asked.

"No, I just don't want to be here," I insisted.

"Let's leave," he said.