This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find
here.
I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including male bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. I do my best to accurately tag the story, so check those tags in advance to see what you can expect from each specific chapter. If anything in the tags bothers you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
Author's Note
: I apologize for the length of this chapter. I know the average story on Literotica is somewhere between 7k and 10k words, but I know my readers tend to prefer longer chapters, especially since I've essentially moved to a once a week publishing pace, rather than the daily or multi-times a week pace we had a few months ago. That being said, 22k words is far longer than I had intended this chapter to be, but I felt like I didn't have much choice, given my desire to keep the chapter total at twenty. As I was editing, trying to reduce the size, there were just too many scenes that had to be here to advance the plot, and too much good sex that I didn't want to cut, so we're at another 20k+ word installment. Hopefully you all see this as getting more of something you like, rather than a tl;dr chapter you'll skip.
We're nearly at the climax (pun intended) of Part 2, and I am hoping to get Chapters 19 and 20 written by the end of this weekend, so I may end up fudging our timeline by a few days, but no more than that.
Thanks again for all the likes and follows. If there are characters you want to see more or less of, places you want to see the story go, or scenarios you're interested in seeing, please feel free to tell me in the comments.
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"Please don't make me go up on the stage, Geno. I don't really want to be here in the first place," Eva whispered harshly. The AAFI Awards ceremony had been going on for what felt like hours, and the only part she had been remotely entertained by was Jack Fisher fucking the Asian woman. She could have watched that all night -- she had actually watched the original scene more than once and had enjoyed herself while doing so. Other than that, listening to a bunch of porn stars laud themselves had made for an interminable evening.
"Eva, my dear, you must come up on stage with me," Geno said, his voice soothing, but the iron in it obvious even over the noise of the crowd. "I spent a considerable amount of money to ensure we won this sixth award in a row, a record, and I want all of the Reyn family -- which includes you now -- to be a part of it. Please, indulge me," he said, doing his best to sound as if he were simply asking a favor. Eva knew he wasn't asking.
"If I must," she sighed. She had long begun to rue the day that Volkov came into her life. She could still remember their first meeting, when he had been so charming, and her father's clear approval of the man -- her father would have approved of anyone who was a thorn in Dimitri Borodin's side -- had only helped matters. He had been exciting, suave and just the slightest bit exotic, with his Russian accent and slicked back good looks. She looked at him now, saw every imperfection, every flaw, and cursed herself for not seeing the man for what he was.
She had underestimated him every step of the way. She thought she could use him but found herself being used. She thought she could intimidate him but found herself intimidated. She remembered their argument in Sochi. He had never hit her, never raised a hand to her, but he didn't have to. His words and the look in his eye -- the look that told her violence was lurking just below his thin veneer of good manners -- had done more than enough to convince her she must remove him from her life as quickly and as finally as possible. And, despite that, she'd forced herself to continue with this charade, even attending this event with him, letting him parade her around like a trophy. All to salvage what she could and hopefully be there when her plans finally brought him to his knees.
She had considered killing him. She knew her father wouldn't approve, however, and it would have been his people she'd have needed to do it. While she was working to build a power base within the Empire Luxe conglomerate, she hadn't managed to find the kind of muscle her father had at his fingertips. Someday she may be in a position where she could just order someone to lose him in the desert, but that day had yet to arrive. Instead, she'd done the next best thing -- she'd told his erstwhile business partner and hated rival Dimitri Borodin all his secrets she'd uncovered.
She didn't know what Borodin had done in response, but she was counting the minutes until whatever he did came to fruition, and she could be rid of this tobacco stinking misogynist.
"It won't be long now," he said, smiling. "I can't wait to see the look on that prick Fisher's face when we beat them," Volkov said. It amazed Eva that apparently Geno, like her, couldn't stop thinking about Jack Fisher.
She didn't know Jack well, but everything she'd seen of him made her want to get to know him better. Fisher was everything that Volkov wasn't -- they were both tall, handsome, and dangerous in their own ways, but Jack's danger was more the impetuous thrill of a cowboy or an athlete, whereas Volkov's was more like that of a gangster. She looked over at the Elysium Productions tables, saw them all smiling and laughing together. They were having a good time, and she was envious, but she noticed Jack Fisher was no longer seated with them. She looked around, searching, trying to find where he had gone. She had spent most of the ceremony fixated on him. After a few moments she gave up. Fisher had disappeared. Suddenly the night was even more boring than it had been. She'd been looking forward to seeing him after the ceremony was over.
If anything, the evening's events had cemented in her mind that she wanted time with Jack -- alone, preferably -- to find out what made him tick. He intrigued her. His nonchalant attitude about sex, the openness of his family and the things they did together, things that she'd never realized families did together until she'd read Locke's exposé of Jack and his mother's sexual exploits, fascinated her. And, if she had to admit it, turned her on. Even now, thinking about it, especially after watching Jack fuck Misaki Oh on stage, she could feel herself becoming aroused.
And then she looked over at Volkov. This was the longest period she'd seen him go without a cigarette, and with each breath of non-tainted air, she said a quiet thank you. Whatever feelings of desire Jack had aroused in her curdled like week old milk in the sun when she looked at Geno. She sighed again. At least it would be over soon.
That funny man who ran the AAFI was about to take the stage to announce the final award of the night, Studio of the Year. She could see Volkov slowly slide his chair backwards, getting ready to stand up and head onto the stage to accept it. He noticed her looking at him and gave her a half-grin.
She stared back at him stoically. His half-grin started to fade, and he looked away. She snorted.
What a coward. Can't even look at me.
She wasn't sure why he was so confident that his bribery of the AAFI leadership had worked. He had, for example, been confident that one of his female stars was going to win the Hottest Interracial Scene award, but it had gone to the Asian girl Jack had fucked instead. She savored the look of shock and anger on Volkov's face when that announcement came.
She was so lost in her reverie, seeing him seethe in her mind's eye, she almost missed Buddy Guy's announcement.
