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The headboard banged against the apartment wall of Paul Allen's place — Beatrice moaned underneath him, "Yeah? You like that?" Paul groaned as he roughly thrusted in and out of Beatrice's wet pussy. She nodded as he panted, like an animal she growled, "Yeah, fuck me just like that." She giggled as Paul's hands tightened on her hips, "You're so fucking hot." He mumbled into her skin before he began to thrust harder and faster into Beatrice. Paul was close to his orgasm and Beatrice knew that, but she didn't mind... she actually had quite a liking to Paul... even if he was like any other guy. "Fuck, you feel so good, fuck." He moaned out — Beatrice moaned his name and that sent him over the edge. Paul came inside of Beatrice and moaned out curses as he rested his head against her shoulder, Beatrice sighed with a smile before giggling, Paul held her close.

The two of them had been talking for about a month now. What started with the two fucking ended up in Paul actually caring for her — Beatrice knew she couldn't feel emotionally invested with someone like Paul, but she did start to like him — he took care of her and supported her in every way possible. "You know, I bought you a dress for tonight." Paul said as he slowly pulled out of her, Beatrice laid down on her back as she watch Paul clean himself up — his cum leaked out of her, she bit her lip — "Really?" She asked and Paul nodded. "It was that red dress you were talking about, can't wait to see you in it." Throwing the towel in the dirty clothes, Paul walked back over to Beatrice as she began to spread her legs, "Can't wait to get you out of it too." He mumbled as he instantly got hard again — he got on the bed and pulled Beatrice's legs onto his shoulders, "Fuck Beatrice, you're gonna be the death of me." Paul joked before he instantly began to lick and suck at Beatrice's clit — she moaned in response.

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Patrick knew that Beatrice was sent to torture him — and he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it. Waking up that morning — Patrick went through his normal routine before the phone ringing interrupted his work out. Turning down the porn he had playing (the title being "big tit blonde gets all holes filled") Patrick picked up the white phone and answered it, "Patrick?" It was Evelyn — Patrick's fiancée. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything, "Patrick I know you're there." Evelyn said making Patrick sigh, "You got me." He responded in a flat tone. Evelyn moves on the other end of the phone, "Do you think I should use more patterns or plain colors for the Christmas party?" Patrick opened his mouth to answer. "Wait, don't answer that." He quickly closed it. Looking over at his television screen — it showed the big tit blonde getting a dildo shoved inside her asshole while another blonde with slightly smaller tits ate her out.

Patrick couldn't help but think how it would feel and look if he shoved a metal stick up the blonde's ass — he wanted to shove the stick all the way through her body so it would come out of her mouth — "Patrick? Are you even listening to me?" Evelyn's voice brought Patrick back to the present, "Yes dear." He mumbled making Evelyn sigh, "So are you coming to the Christmas party next week?" Patrick had completely forgot about the party — he forgot about Christmas in general, he hated Christmas. "Isn't it December first next week? Isn't that a little early for Christmas?" Evelyn laughed, "You're kidding Patrick. It's Christmas Eve next week. You're funny Patrick." Maybe time was slipping away from him, the days seemed to be blending together, "Will Paul Allen be there?" He asked making Evelyn quirk her brow, "I think so, pretty sure everyone at P&P will be coming. Don't even know what you all do at that job." She mumbled the last part to herself. "Okay Evelyn, I'll go." Patrick knew this would probably be his last chance to talk to Paul. "Oh that's great Patrick my shnookums!" Evelyn said her regular goodbye before Patrick hung up. He looked at the television screen again and swore he saw Beatrice looking back at him.

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It was 8:29 and Beatrice was wearing the dress Paul had gotten her. Looking at her watch she saw the time go to 8:30 — right as it did, a limousine pulled up in front of her apartment building. She smiled, Paul rolled the window down from the backseat — he smiled back at her. "Well look at you." His eyes looked her up and down as she walked over to the limousine — he opened the door from the inside and she quickly got in, "You look beautiful." Paul said as he closed the door. Beatrice couldn't help but blush at his compliment, "Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself." Paul chuckled as the limo began to drive to Dorsia — "Red is truly your color." He complimented, his hand moving to rest on Beatrice's thigh, she grinned at him. "You have no idea."

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The dinner was pleasant — Beatrice enjoyed her time with Paul and instead of the night ending with the two having sex, Beatrice and Paul ended up watching a movie back at his apartment and falling asleep together. "Good morning." Paul mumbled as Beatrice shifted in his bed, he was reading. With her eyes closed, Beatrice mumbled back a good morning. Yawning, she opened her eyes and looked over at Paul. He wore his glasses — his hair slightly disheveled — he was focused on reading. Beatrice rolled onto her side and rested her head on her hand, "What're you reading?" She questioned and Paul glanced at her, "Lord Of The Flies." Beatrice nodded, "Good choice." And although Beatrice felt the urge to just rip Paul's skin off and wear it, she knew better than that — her feelings needed to be put in check. It was maybe seven in the morning, both of them had work but something about Paul was that he was never on time, he always gave the excuse that he got caught in traffic and surprisingly it always worked. Slightly reading along with Paul, Beatrice rested her head on his arm.

"I have a question for you Beatrice." Paul said in a quiet voice, he closed the book. "What is it?" Beatrice looked up at him. "Would you like to be my date to a party next week? It's a Christmas Eve party and I need someone to come with me to make sure I'm not miserable." Beatrice smiled at his words, "I'd like that." Paul couldn't help but smile back, "You have such an effect on me I just... need you in my life." He mumbled the last part but Beatrice still heard him — she couldn't help but look away, "Are you catching feelings for me Paul?" She questioned making Paul also look away, "So what if I am?" He looked back at her, "Is that so wrong." Placing his hand on her chin, he tilted her head up so she would look at him, "I'm not a good person." She whispered and Paul shook his head, "That doesn't matter to me, you've made me feel like I could be myself around you Beatrice. I have very strong feelings for you and you couldn't change my mind." Beatrice felt her heart beat faster as she grabbed his hand that was on her chin, "Okay." She nodded as she kissed his knuckles, "I won't hurt you... I can't hurt you. I love you." Beatrice whispered making Paul kiss her head, "I'm in love with you."

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Evelyn's party was absolutely terrible. Patrick wanted to kill himself in front of everyone just so they felt miserable. "Patrick? Patrick!" Hearing Evelyn's whiny voice made Patrick grimace — "You're finally here." She smiled before pouting, "Oh don't be a grinch Patrick." He furrowed his brows, "How am I being a grinch? The grinch is a green freak of nature." He looked around while Evelyn laughed at him, "Oh Patrick you're so funny." Patrick doesn't pay attention to her as he looks around again (where is that stupid bastard). "Patrick, can you try the Waldorf salad?" Evelyn suddenly asked making Patrick sigh, "I'm sure it's fine Evelyn." Now realizing she held a pig in her arms, Patrick grimaced, "Why're you holding that thing?" Evelyn smiled, "It's a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. They make darling pets." Evelyn cooed at the pig, "Don't you? Don't you?" Patrick rolled his eyes — not realizing another of his fellow (drunk) businessmen was right behind him, sneakily putting deer antlers on him.

"Oh Patrick, please try the Waldorf salad. I want to make sure it's good but it seems that no one wants it." Evelyn pleaded and Patrick shrugged, "I'm sure that everyone would want it if they weren't getting drunk." Patrick looked around again and finally spotted who he wanted to see — Paul Allen. Without excusing himself from Evelyn, Patrick quickly walked over — grabbing a glass of champagne as he did. "Hey Paul, have a holly jolly Christmas." He drank his champagne in one gulp. Paul looked at him and smiled — he was a few drinks in already — "Marcus!" He greeted with a smile, "Merry Christmas. Isn't your old lady throwing this party? What's her name, Cecilia?" Referring to Evelyn as Cecilia (the actual name of Marcus Halberstram's girlfriend) Patrick goes along with it, "Yes, Cecilia. This is her party." Paul nods with a chuckle before his attention is focused on someone coming over, "Beatrice, you look amazing." Patrick can't help but twitch slightly as he comes face to face with Beatrice for the first time in a while.

She looked absolutely ravishing — Patrick would've fucked her right then and there — "Beatrice, this is Marcus. His lady, Cecilia, is throwing this party." Paul said as he slid his arm around her waist. Beatrice had a drink in hand but she wasn't drunk — if she was, Patrick couldn't tell — "Oh really?" Beatrice pretended to not know it was actually Patrick and smiled at him, "Nice to meet you Marcus." Patrick faltered slightly, "Nice to meet you too, Beatrice." He gritted out before Evelyn walked over, "Patrick? Who's this?" Patrick quickly held onto Evelyn's shoulders, "Oh, Cecilia, this is Paul Allen and Beatrice." Paul smiled, "I've just been telling Marcus that this party is fantastic." Beatrice nodded, "It really is." Evelyn quirked her brows, she looked at Patrick, "Patrick, why're they calling you Marcus?" Patrick shook his head, "Oh Cecilia." Seeing the mistletoe garland on the ceiling, Patrick smiled at Evelyn, "Mistletoe." He quickly kissed her — wishing that he could stab her right then and there.

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