The day of the banquet had finally arrived. February twenty-eighth. The day right before the big masquerade that was held the first Sunday in March. Unfortunately for the planners, Saturday was the last day in February this year giving them only a few hours to change the decor from banquet to masquerade. But the Princes' were rooted in tradition sky nothing was going to stop them from holding both events. Nothing would stop their guests from attending both events either.
Addison hung back at the party sipping on a glass of wine while he watched desperate females throw themselves at boys boyfriend. They kept on asking him where his girlfriend was, if Lyle and her had broken up. He signed. This behavior had been going on for the better half of two hours now and Addison was feeling sorry for Lyle and himself.
They hadn't gotten to speak a word to one another after the initial polite getting in the beginning. From that moment in, girl after girl went after Addison's boyfriend and girl after girl sulked away looking like Lyle had murdered their puppy when he turned down their offers of companionship.
Marissa had been among those rejected. And while Lyle was having women problems Addison was having awkward introduction time with anybody that happened upon his section of wall with the hopes of meeting Frank Montgomery's son. Some were ecstatic, some reserved, some disappointed. Apparently he was kind of a big deal.
He saw somebody approaching him or of the corner of his eye and turned to see Lyle heading toward him walking with purpose. "Hello," the man greeted with his signature smirk, eyes dancing with mischief, "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of talking yet Mr. Montgomery."
Addison smiled gently, playing along with Lyle's vague greeting, "No we haven't, Mr. Prince."
"Ah, would you care to join me on a tour of the grounds?" the look on Lyle's face made it clear to Addison this wasn't really a request.
"Lead the way, Mr. Prince."
Lyle led them out of the banquet hall and though the house to a section that Addison had never seen before. Lyle opened the door and flung them both inside before slamming the door shut and pinning Addison against it. He growled passionately when Lyle let out a groan of pleasure and quickly pulled the man into a deep kiss, ravishing his mouth as his hands wandered over the lithe body in front of him. Addison clung to him panting in between each kiss.
"I've been waiting all night to do that," Lyle admitted busily, voice little more than a whisper, before claiming the man's lips again. He bit down gently in Addison's bottom lip playfully sucking the sensitive flesh before moving on to other exposed areas. He sucked and bit on the area where Addison's neck and shoulder met and was rewarded with a loud moan as he paid extra attention to the tender bit of flesh.
Addison arched against the man rubbing both of their painfully hard errections together. "Jesus, Lyle," Addison slurred drunk on the feelings this man was eliciting from him.
It was around this time that.
Addison suddenly realized just how much clothing stood between him and Lyle. He sought to rectify that problem immediately, undressing first Lyle and then himself.
Lyle pulled him into another kiss and led him further into the room. They parted briefly and Lyle asked, "Want to?" motioning to something near his feet. Addison looked down to see a hot tub.
Oh yeah did he want to.
He just nodded.
Addison and Lyle were soon in the tub. And back to important things like kissing each other senseless. Lyle's hands seemed to touch every part of him at once and the added stimulation from the jets had Addison unbelievably turned on.
He had never felt so aroused in his life. He moved from his position next to Lyle and slowly climbed on top of the man, seating himself in, what he hoped passed as, a seductive manner, in Lyle's lap. Addison landed in and gave the man a searing kiss, moaning as his hardness was trapped between their bodies. Sitting back, he felt Lyle's nestled in between his legs. Addison looked the man in the eyes, a sly grin on his face. He liked where this was going and very much wanted Lyle in him before the night was over. "So... you want our first time to be in a hot tub so I can't get pregnant?"
Lyle snorted out a laugh.
"I promise I'm not a girl," Addison continued seductively.
Lyle reached out a hand, grabbing Addison's stiffness and jerked it a few times. "Believe me, I know."
As they explored each others bodies in the warm water Addison decided this was the best tour he had ever experienced.
~ARC~
Marissa couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. She had been waking through the large mansion, bashing in the finery that she was sure would be hers, when she hear footsteps coming her way. Not sure if she was actually allowed to be in the particular section of the house that she was in, she joined around frantically for somewhere to hide and was saved by a set of well placed floor length curtains.
Marissa hid behind them watching for whoever was wandering around her future g home like they owned it.
She left out an gasp and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. There he was, her future husband, walking through the impressive halls of his home.
Lyle Prince. He looked ravishing, as always. She's thought about jumping out from her hiding spot, about going to him and forcing her affections upon him. But she held back. Just barely.
Not because she wanted to. There was someone with him.
She looked at the person following Lyle like a puppy and almost scared screeched in anger.
It was Addison.
Her sniveling stepbrother Addison.
They reached a door and Lyle flung it open, turning to the other man with a predatory hunger. He grabbed Addison's wrist and yanked him into the room. Marissa saw Lyle tug the man close into a more than friendly hug before the door closed and she could see no more.
"No, no," Marissa supposed the curtains aside and pieces the hallway glaring at the door the two men had disappeared behind, "this can't be!"
Lyle Prince was supposed to be with her not Addison.
Maybe... they weren't doing what she thought they were doing.
She stealthily tiptoed towards the door and held her breath listening.
There was some mumbling. Okay, so maybe they were just talking.
Then a loud moan.
Shit they were doing exactly what she thought. They were exactly what she thought.
Lyle Prince and Addison were a couple.
Marissa growled in frustration fleeing the area. If Addison thought he could steal Lyle Prince away from her, he had another thing coming. She'd tell her mother and they'd make sure that frilly gay boy was nowhere near Lyle Prince when the time came for him to pick his partner. If Addison wasn't at the masquerade Lyle would have to pick someone else to marry or he'd be forced to comply with the partner his parents had arranged.
One thing was for certain, Addison would not be found to the masquerade. And after Marissa's mother got done with the boy he'd wish he had never laid eyes on Lyle Prince.
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Picture's of Eva.
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