Chapter 30 The Trap.

Chapter 30 The Trap.

“Quick! Someone's coming” Taylor exclaimed as she heard footsteps approaching the kitchen. Camilla covered the bottle of whiskey with a cloth and placed it in the metal bucket of ice. She hid the rest of the white substance inside her cleavage and adjusted her boobs. Taylor hurriedly moved away from the door. She straightened herself and stood by the fridge like nothing happened. It was one of the maids. “Hey!” Camilla beckoned. “..come here” The maid strutted to Camilla. “Yes, ma'am” “Take this drink to my brother. He's stressed and needs to cool off. Don't tell him it's from me. Tell him you thought he needed it.” “But ma'am, why should I li-” “Do you want to lose your job?” “No, ma'am. I'm so sorry” “Now, go” The maid picked the bucket, placed a glass cup in it and left. “Taylor, don't mess this up. Are you sure you're ovulating?” “Yes! I am sure. Absolutely” her eyes were bright with life and excitement. She couldn't contain her smiles.. “Then, go get ready then. I'll keep Ursula busy” Taylor jumped like a child who had just been given candy. She hugged Camilla and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Cammie. I love you so much. You're the best. I owe you a million” Taylor expressed her uncontrollable joy. “It's okay. Now, go on” Camilla gently pushed her by the waist. Taylor hurried off out of the kitchen and into her room. I can't believe my dreams of being the wife of a billionaire is finally coming through. I'll no longer have to deal with those petty modelling agencies who all have sex with me before giving me a deal. Now, I'll own my modelling agency. Now, I'm in charge. I am the queen. Everything will be at my fingertips. I'll finally have an equal power stand with Camilla, who am I kidding? I'll be even more powerful than she is. Taylor V immersed herself in daydreams as she took off her clothes preparing the most beautifully scented bomb bath. “Ursula!” Camilla called out. Ursula, who was already heading to Ethan's room, stopped and turned. Camilla was rushing towards her almost like she was being chased. “Yes..what's wrong?” Ursula said, her eyes looking beyond Camilla to see what was chasing her. “I'm..Um I need your help” “My help?” “Yes, your help” “With what? I mean how can I possibly help you?”. “I want to take you to the hospital while Ethan rests so that we could do the funeral tonight. I've made arrangements. We don't have much time” Ursula's eyes softened. “Really?” “Yes, we have to go now. There's no much time” “I have to get dressed. I'm in my nightwear” “It doesn't matter. Let's go” “Okay” “Let's go, now” Camilla grabbed Ursula by the wrist and Ursula hurried after her, trying to catch up with her pace. Meanwhile, Taylor had just stepped out of the shower. She sat at her dressing table. This perfume. That perfume. She sprayed it all in, focusing on the neck and the thighs. I hope this scent isn't too heavy. I can't smell myself. I mean it doesn't smell too heavy. It actually smells perfect. Who cares? He'd be drunk anyways. This whole preparation is more for my enjoyment than for his. She giggled to herself. She slipped on her pink lacy lingerie. It fit her lean body so perfectly. Then, she slipped on her black robe. She smirked, giggled and burst into laughter. “Oh my god, Ethan, you're all mine tonight” she said to herself twirling and dancing. She looked at the clock. It was ten o'clock. The drug must have started to have its effect on Ethan. She smiled and walked out of her room, headed for Ethan's. She stood at the door imagining Ethan in herself. She bit her lower lip and smiled. “It's been so long, my god” she muttered to herself and then pushed the door open. Ethan sat on his armchair. His eyes were drooping. The bottle of whiskey lay on the ground. He was shirtless. His blonde hair was a bit messy from running his hands through them in confusion over and over again. He was muttering something inaudible. She closed the door behind her. She sat on his laps, putting his arm around her waist. He looked up at her face and said. “Ursula” “Ugh..No. Don't say her name. It's me, Taylor V. You love me” But he repeated “Urs-sula, w-where .. have you been? I've b-been waiting for you. I'm so scared to sleep alone. Why do you always make me angry, tell me?” Why is he talking about that stupid girl like this? Is he falling in love with her? No! After he's tasted me once again, there's no going back. She pulled his hand further under her robe and slid his fingers into her panties. “mmm, you're so wet..look what you're doing to me, Ursula” He placed her hand on his rock hard boner. She frowned with frustration but she still persisted. She kissed his lips. He reciprocated with passion. Their tongues locked in warmth and passion, their teeth playfully biting each other's lips. Why is he this passionate thinking I'm Ursula? But fuck it, he's never kissed me this way before. He staggered trying to stand up, lifting her. He pressed her buttocks and rubbed them in a circular motion. Then, he yanked off the lacy panties and they both fell onto the bed. His kiss moved down from her lips to her neck and below. She couldn't stop moaning. “F-ffuck!” she bit her lips as the warmth of his lips on her pussy lips drove her wild. He pulled her down towards him, her legs on his shoulder and drove her like a horse till she cream pied. Then, he turned her around. It was a long night for them. Ring-ring! The alarm went off. Ethan rubbed his forehead. Hangover. He turned around to see the familiar face smiling and naked body lying under the same duvet with him. “What happened here? What are you doing in my room, Taylor V?..And why are you naked?” he asked. What do I say? What do I do? An idea. “Ethan, you forced yourself on me. I tried to stop you…b-but you were wild and forced your way” Ethan's eyes widened in shock.

"What?"