14. Chapter 14
Albrecht
T he morning sun streams through the window, helping me wake up slowly. It feels like heaven with Giselle in my arms, snuggled up against me. Last night with her was incredible. I love the way she melted into me, and Christ , watching her come was exquisite. She’s a goddess, and I don’t deserve her.
I wanted to tell her the truth last night about my family and title, but I chickened out. I’m not sure why I keep hesitating, except that there’s a fear that when she finds out, she’ll not see me for me, but just a prince. And once she knows, she’ll think we’re too different and run in the other direction. But the longer I wait to tell her, the greater the chances of me hurting her by keeping it a secret. I’m truly torn and don’t know what to do.
What should be just a fling feels like so much more. And our chemistry is off the charts. Every time we lock eyes, there’s this crazy energy that builds between us. I’m not sure I can walk away from her after this deal is done.
Giselle’s alarm blares out a loud beeping noise, and her eyes fly open. She quickly shuts it off before relaxing back into my arms. She’s lovely, even with her hair a bit wild and a stream of drool running down her chin.
“Good morning,” I tell her with a kiss on the back of her head.
“Morning,” she grumbles, still quite tired it seems.
“I think you’re supposed to be at work soon. I’ll go make us coffee while you get a few more minutes to wake up.” She mumbles thank you as I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. I make a mental note that she’s not a morning person. I’m not much of one either, so there’s another reason we’d be perfect together.
By the time the coffee is ready, Giselle is in the shower and I hesitate, not knowing what I should do with her coffee. I knock on the bathroom door, calling out, “Coffee’s ready.”
“Oh thank goodness,” she says. “Come in. I’ll take it in here.”
I open the door, steam billowing out as I enter. Trying to fight the urge to see her naked in broad daylight, I reach my arm inside the shower curtain and turn my head the opposite direction.
“Thank you so much.” She groans while taking a sip. “Want to join me in here? Save water and all?” If I was still tired before, I’m fully awake now. This woman, who I thought was on the demure side, just keeps surprising me.
“Are you sure?” I ask as I set her mug on the counter.
“Definitely. For the sake of water conservation, of course,” she says as she peeks her head out the curtain and winks at me. God, she’s adorable.
“I’ll happily conserve water with you.” Quickly dropping my boxers, I step into the shower and am greeted by the most beautiful sight. Giselle stands under the shower head with her head tilted back as her arms are overhead washing out whatever shampoo she’s using, exposing her glorious tits and lithe body. My cock instantly hardens at the sight. It’s going to be impossible to not touch her when she looks like an absolute dream.
When she drops her chin and opens her eyes, her mouth forms an “o” as she takes me in. Her lips quirk up into a smile and then she crooks her finger toward me, silently ushering me closer. It’s not the largest shower in the world, so within two steps our bodies are flush against each other. I run my index finger down her nose and bottom lip before crashing my mouth to hers. Kissing her is pure ecstasy.
I’m about to pin her against the wall when she drops down to her knees.
“What are you doing, beautiful?”
“I’d like to return the favor from last night,” she says, her doe eyes staring up at me through her thick eyelashes.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to. Look at this thing… It deserves to be worshiped,” she says as she grips my cock in one hand. When she licks the precum off the tip, I throw my head back and moan. I’m definitely not going to last long after having blue balls last night.
She starts licking my shaft up and down the underside, alternating between long strokes and fast ones, and I’m already feeling that familiar tingling pressure.
“God, you’re so good at this. Everything you’re doing feels so good, I can barely take it. What are you doing to me?” I tell her, my voice husky and breaths shallow. She doesn’t answer, of course, since her mouth is quite busy. When she takes me all the way into her warm mouth, I have to bite my knuckles, it feels so damn good. “I’m close, baby.”
She hums around me and I’m a goner. It only takes her pumping me with her hand and mouth a few times before I’m coming down her throat. It drips out of her mouth and covers her lips, and I start to get hard again when I watch her tongue dart out and lick it off. Fuck , this woman is unreal.
I help her up and immediately pull her into my arms and kiss the hell out of her.
“That was unbelievable. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she says, her cheeks flushing pink.
We finish rinsing off and then get ready together. I can’t help but smile at her, feeling so thankful that she’s comfortable enough to be with me like this. I love the idea of doing these simple things, like showering or brushing our teeth, with her every day.
“What are your plans for the day?” I ask her as I watch her comb her hair in the bathroom mirror.
She pauses and meets my eyes. “I’m going to go see my mom and then head into the office. Do you want to join me?”
“I’d be honored. Are you sure that’d be okay?”
“Yeah, of course. She’ll love you.”
“Alright, then.” I head upstairs to change and am surprised at how my palms are sweating. Meeting her mom feels significant, and I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to meet someone’s parents. I’ve obviously already met her dad, but that wasn’t as someone she’s seeing — it was purely business. It hits me that I really want her mom to like me, because I can truly see myself with Giselle.
Twenty minutes later, we make our way over to her parents' villa, just down the road a ways from her cottage. My hand itches to reach out and hold hers as we walk, but I resist, knowing that it’s too soon to reveal that we’re more than just roommates and business associates.
Giselle leads me into her parents' expansive home that reminds me of a typical stone villa in France, with a large open living room.
“Mom, I’m here.”
“In the kitchen,” a sweet voice calls out. We go through a large archway that opens into a massive kitchen and dining area. I spot her mother immediately. She looks similar to Giselle but with lighter hair and a bit shorter and rounder. Her eyes widen when she sees me. “Oh, you brought a friend with you?”
“Hi Mom,” Giselle says as she gives her a hug and kiss on the cheek. “This is Loys. He’s the investor from Europe who is staying with me while he learns all about our winery.”
“Oh, how lovely,” she says, her voice laced with surprise, and I realize that maybe she didn’t remember hearing about me and the whole situation. “Well, welcome, Loys. I’m Nancy.”
“Thank you, ma’am. It’s lovely to meet you,” I say, walking forward to shake her hand.
“What a gentleman,” she says with a slight blush. “You’ll have to tell me all about where you’re from while we eat. Please sit and make yourself at home. I hope you like a breakfast casserole.”
“Sounds and smells wonderful.” As I sit down at the table, I watch as Giselle helps her mom, and they share a knowing smile between them. Her mom whispers something in her ear, and then Giselle turns and meets my eyes, holding back a smile by biting her lower lip.
We spend the next hour eating and chatting away, and it’s wild how comfortable I feel in their home. I can see that Giselle gets her warmness from her mother. As we eventually say goodbye and head into the office, I can’t imagine this day getting any better. But maybe with Giselle, it’s possible.
The week flies by quickly, spending time learning the ins and outs of their winery. Today, after meeting with Jim and reviewing their financials and how our investment might be most beneficial, I head back to the cottage to get some work done. I had multiple real estate endeavors in the works before I left, and I really need to get caught up on where everything’s at. I’ve been a bit distracted by Giselle, in the best of ways. It’s quite difficult to be in proximity to her at the office and not want to ravish her. It seemed like everyone was giving us knowing glances today, even her father. I’m not sure when would be the right time to tell him that we’re more than just roommates, but I’m leaving that up to her.
I get lost in my work and before I know it, Giselle returns to the cottage. Looking up from my laptop as she enters through the front door, I am taken aback by her beauty. If autumn was a goddess, it would be her. Her chestnut brown hair practically shimmers with golden streaks in the sun. And when she looks at me, her smile lights up her entire face and her aqua eyes crinkle as she takes me in. Today, she’s wearing these high-waisted brown pants that make her waist look so tiny and I can’t help but want to wrap my hands around it and pull her into me.
So I do .
“You are so stunning. I missed you,” I tell her as I set my laptop aside and stand, meeting her in the living room and pulling her close.
“I missed you, too,” she tells me quietly before I kiss her, not able to wait another second to feel her plump pink lips on mine. It’s never enough to just kiss her once. I pick her up by her waist and deepen our kiss, tangling my tongue with hers. I can’t get enough of her. She smells like pumpkin spice and daisies.
I sit back down on the couch, still holding her, but now she’s straddling me, and my dick is hard as rock between us.
“I want you,” she whispers into my ear and then looks into my eyes, waiting for a response.
“I think it’s obvious how badly I want you,” I say, my eyes dipping down between us and back up to her. She giggles and then grasps my face between her hands as she devours my lips with her own, rocking her body into mine and driving me wild. “We need to get a condom.”
“I’m clear and on birth control. I haven’t been with anyone in over a year,” she admits. “I want to feel you.”
“I’m clear, too. And haven’t been with anyone in months. If you’re sure, I’m good, too.”
“I’m sure.”
I pull the tie around her pants loose and lift the hem of her white blouse, carefully bringing it up and over her head. She’s wearing a beige lace bra that does nothing to hide her perfectly hard, rosy nipples. I can’t help but take turns covering my lips over them and giving each one a slight bite, making her moan.
It’s not long before we’ve both tossed our clothes on the floor and there’s nothing between us. Giselle goes back to straddling me, lining my cock up with her entrance. I have the perfect view of her gorgeous, wet pussy as she rises up higher on her knees and slowly comes down on top of me. Inch by inch she lowers, her warm, silky middle enveloping me and stretching to accommodate my size. And fuck, she feels unreal. I could stay like this forever, but the urge to move takes over. I use my hands on her hips to help her ride me, and I get lost in how good it feels while I kiss her lips and make my way down her neck to her breasts. This view of her on top of me is heaven.
Her pace gets frantic as she chases her own pleasure, using me to get off, and it’s the sexiest thing to watch. I’m about to burst as I bring my hips up, matching her thrust for thrust, going deeper every time.
“Oh… my… God, Loys, you feel so good. You're so deep.” I feel her flutter around me, so I bring my thumb down to her clit, rubbing it hard and fast. She goes off, arching her back and riding out her waves of pleasure. Her breasts bounce in my face and I can’t hold back any longer, so I pull out quickly, coming all over our stomachs.
Giselle rests her forehead against mine, as we both try to catch our breath. That was better than anything I’ve ever felt with anyone, and I know it’s because for the first time in my life, I’m truly in love.
Another week passes with Giselle not knowing who I am, and that truth weighs heavily on my shoulders like a massive boulder. With each passing day, I fall more deeply in love with her and the idea of staying in Napa indefinitely. I need to address it head-on with my father, so one afternoon when Giselle is especially busy in the office, I make my way back to the cottage and dial my father’s number.
He answers on the second ring. “Albrecht, I haven’t heard from you in a few days. I thought this deal would be done by now. What’s the hold up?”
“Father, we need to talk. A lot has been happening here that changes things for me. Changes everything, actually.”
There’s a pause, then a sigh. “This isn’t about the winery, is it?”
“No,” I admit, feeling a surge of determination. “It’s about my future. I can’t be betrothed to Bathilde. I’ve found someone here—someone I’m falling in love with—and I want to discuss with you how I could make it work with the company to stay here.” His silence is heavy; I’ve probably shocked him, but I press on. “I’ve never been so sure of a decision in my life. I need your support on this.”
Finally, he speaks, his tone resigned. “Come home, then. We’ll discuss it. We will need to make a plan for how to handle the fallout.”
“That’s it? You’re not mad?” I ask, my jaw dropping with how supportive he’s being.
“Mad? No, my son. Disappointed that you want to leave your family? Maybe. Happy that you’ve found love? Most definitely. Your mother and I only ever wanted happiness for you.” I’m so shocked at his support that I have no words. “If you must know, your mother and I would have never forced you to marry Bathilde. We wanted to light a fire under you, hoping you’d at least try dating seriously again. And we thought Bathilde would be a good match—so did her parents—so we concocted this idea to push you together. But if you have found love, we cannot wait to meet her. Is she ready to be a princess?”
“Well, I haven’t told her. I’m a bit worried that she’ll feel differently once she knows about my title and all.”
“If she loves you, then it won’t matter. So who is she? How did you meet her?”
“She’s the owner's daughter.”
“Oh Christ, son. This deal better not fall through because you’ve muddied it up. Don’t you know not to mix business with pleasure?”
“I know. I’ll tell her tonight. Thank you, Father. Your support means more than you know.” I hang up, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. The next step is telling Giselle.