Beautiful Agony

Beautiful Agony

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.

Summary

He took me away from everything. He made me feel. He made me love. He hurt me in a way that was acceptable. He swept me off my feet. He loved me. I loved him.

Chapter4 (v.1) - The Day Before

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 06, 2014

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Authors note: I apologize this chapter is fairly short! The next one will be longer, and filled with all sorts of incest! xoxo,Lara

 

 

 

Tristan drove me home an hour or so later. Thankfully Tristan’s dad was gone when we came back downstairs. It was a big ego boost for me to know that I could please Tristan. My hand was laced with his for most of the drive home.

“Did you want to go to the benefit together?”

I never usually looked forward to these events, there was occasionally paparazzi as a few famous people attended. That’s how important our school was. It was ‘the school’ for people with money. I was expected to put on my best behavior raise money for our school, and speak to the attendees. 

“Sure I’d love to. I’ve still got to get a dress.” I drawl, I never really liked shopping. I had a few dresses in my closet but I needed something different to wear.

“Want me to take you to get one tomorrow?” he asks

“Um. You don’t have to.”

“I know. I want to, then I can make sure you don’t look to hot.” He replies with a chuckle

God I was falling hard. We were going to head to the mall after school tomorrow, as the benefit was on Friday. I slept well that night and I dreamt of Tristan. My mom and I had breakfast on Thursday morning before I ran out the door with Tristan. The school day went by fairly quick as I was done with most of my exams and we were briefed as to what time we should show up to The Ritz Carlton for the benefit. We had Friday off from school although I would most likely spent the day getting ready. Kenna was coming over a few hours before and I was going to do her makeup. Makeup happened one of my skills, I was good at it. I made sure I had enough money on my debit card to pay for my dress, I had a feeling it wouldn’t be cheap. Tristan said we should start in Nordstrom’s first. I kept trying to take a peek at the price tags knowing I wouldn’t be able to afford most of the dresses. Tristan picked up a dark purple silk Nicole miller dress. It hits about knee length and was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. But I know it’s way too far out of my price range. It’s got to cost at least 500 dollars.

“Do you like it?” he asks

I gaze in awe at the most beautiful dress I have ever seen.

“Yes I love it.” I reach forward to check the price tag and he swats my hand away.

I raise my eyebrows in question.

“If I pick it out, then I’m paying for it”

After ten minutes of bickering with him about who should pay for the dress I decided to let it go and just let him buy it. Tristan said I should pick out a pair of matching Manolos there was no way he was paying for those as well. I told him I had some heels at home that would match just fine. The twenty something lady at the checkout counter took a second glance at Tristan’s black Amex card. Her eyes blinked back in surprise.

“Um, you wouldn’t happen to be Bryan Daniels son would you?” She swoons.

I looked to Tristan and then back to the checkout lady.

“Yeah.” Tristan snaps

I couldn’t help but cringe when I see the total the dress cost. I think Tristan noticed because he brought his arm around my back. I grew up in Burberry baby clothes, but it’s different now and 585 dollars is a lot of money for one piece of clothing. I still have a few designer clothes and expensive jewelry, but I don’t really shop anymore. I know what it’s like to have an unlimited amount of money to spend on whatever your heart desires and I miss it sometimes. Things are hard now, I haven’t sold any of my jewelry yet but the thought has crossed my mind. My family members and parents starting buying me gold and precious gems when I was first born. I have a bit of a collection, it reminds me of how things used to be. I’m not sure what mom and I are going to do this month now that dads refusing to pay child support. My mom really needs to take him to court and get her money back, but I know she can’t handle that right now. So things will just have to stay this way for a while. I give Tristan a thank you kiss when we walk back to his car. The thought of him buying me expensive things bothers me slightly. But I know I wasn’t going to be able to win that one. And six hundred dollars is nothing to him. I know how it works.

 

 We made out like the teenagers that we are in his car before he brought me home. I really like the fact that his car has tinted windows. My mom gets home early on Thursday so Tristan took me straight home after he bought me the dress. I made salad for my mom and I and we had a ‘House’ marathon. We both really like medical TV dramas. I had a bit of trouble going to sleep that night, but it was okay because I could sleep in. My phone rang me awake at 9:30am. I took an extra-long shower that morning. I had the house to myself all day. Kenna was picking me up at noon, and when she was more than her typical twenty minutes late I decided to call her. I’m pretty sure she got trashed last night. She picked me up an hour later but all seemed well.

“Hey babe, sorry I was late. I was um busy.” Kenna says with a smirk

“It’s good.” I respond as I place my dress and the other things I need to get ready in her back seat. Kenna drives a white Corvette that suits her personality. Kenna rambles for most of the drive to her house. No one is home at her house but that’s nothing new, her dad’s a plastic surgeon and he’s usually off fucking his clients while her mom screws her tennis instructor. I feel bad for her sometimes but she keeps in touch with her sister who is off at college. I walk in her front door and almost trip on a bottle of empty tequila. I silently scold her with my eyes. I spend the first hour cleaning up her house because Kenna has manicurists come over to do our nails. I know it sounds ridiculous but it’s typical Kenna. The whole experience is fairly uncomfortable for me. I have an awful habit of chewing on my nails, so the manicurists have a tuff job ahead of them. We set up in Kenna’s bathroom and I buff and shave all the showing skin. Kenna helped me pick out a strapless black lace bra with matching boy shorts and garters. I always like black it works with my snow white complexion. Kenna on the other hand has perfectly tanned skin and a petite frame. She drawls on about how much she loves the dress Tristan bought me and how perfectly it fits me. Kenna chose to wear a red knee length Herve Leger dress with black peep toe Christan Louboutins. She let me borrow her black Chanel clutch. I take care when I transfer my essentials from my bag to the clutch. I pack a lip balm, mirror, my pills, hair tie, mints, ID, twenty dollars, and IPhone. Kenna curls my hair for me, it’s naturally wavy but if you curl it tight enough it looks full and bouncy. I go subtle on the makeup with light foundation, some matching purple eyeliner which I smoke out, and black mascara. Kenna goes for a red lip and straightens her long locks. It’s her signature. She tells me Max and Tristan are going to pick us up together, just in separate cars. I move to turn on some music and she swats my hand away pressing her hands to her temples. When we are done getting ready I grab a plum from Kenna’s fridge just in case there isn’t any food I can’t eat at the benefit. The Ritz is about a twenty minute drive from her house. Tristan and Max are right on time. Tristan’s driving a black Porsche Panamera and Max has his usual Audi A7. Tristan is whole different level of rich. He changes cars like he does clothes. His jaw drops as we walk out of the house. He opens the door for me and whispers “I can’t wait to see what you look like out of that dress”

My heart beats faster.

“See you on the other side” Kenna shouts as Tristan and I drive off.


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