Chapter 3 TommáZ Walker

• Tommáz Walker
• How did a woman manage to make me lose my composure like that in just one fuck? I take off the blindfold as soon as I hear the thud of the door, but she shouldn't think it'll end just like that in one night. This whole week, I'll make her mine until I'm satisfied. Tomorrow, after my aunt's fashion show, I'll be here looking for her because I'm sure there will be a big neon sign around the neck of each of the models indicating a limit there. My aunt won't allow me to touch any of them.
• I love my aunt; she grew closer to me over the years, especially since we weren't raised together and all the drama that happened during my parents' early marriage.
• I glance at my wallet and sigh when I realize I gave a little over four thousand dollars that were in it. I made a withdrawal earlier at the airport to exchange currency.
• "Lucky daughter of a mother," I say with a smile on my face. "I'd give you much more if you had let me see your face."
• I rise from the bed and start looking for my clothes, turning on the bedroom light and realizing the mess.
• The condom tore, damn it.
• The part where the ejaculation happens is practically empty. I feel like I have a jackhammer in my chest, and if the masked girl doesn't take contraceptives, I shake my head in denial. I can't believe a prostitute wouldn't take precautions; something like this could always happen.
• I dress at impressive speed; I want to try to find the masked girl and warn her about the incident so she can take some action.
• I leave the room with a smile and start searching for the owner of the mask, standing out like a peacock adorned with its majestic feathers. There's no way I won't find her in this place; her mask makes her the center of attention. I walk back to the box where I was earlier, waiting for Kevin, who's probably with the redhead he chose.
• My box is on a mezzanine, giving me a perfect view of everyone mesmerized by the dancer performing at the moment. If Ella thinks I won't see her again, she's sorely mistaken. That Cinderella tattoo on her butt is something I won't forget anytime soon. When I had her on all fours, I took advantage of the position and noticed she truly has a beautiful body. I saw a delicate tattoo with fine lines, but I couldn't look at it clearly; I didn't want her to catch me without the blindfold.
• I grow frustrated when I can't find her anywhere in the cabaret. My irritation and worry start pounding in my mind like a damn jackhammer. I glance at my wristwatch and realize it's almost three in the morning. I'm sure I'll have a hell of a headache tomorrow from lack of sleep. Because I'm certain that Mrs. Enora Miller will wake us up extremely early for my cousin's wedding on the same day that Paris Fashion Week begins. We'll have a very eventful week.
• My masked girl could very well be one of my aunt's models; at least it wouldn't be so hard to locate her...
• "Dude, I think we can go," Kevin emerges from the darkness, his face showing satisfaction. "Yeah, we really should, the wedding is early tomorrow, and I'm sure everyone will notice if we look tired," I say as I get up.
• "Speak for yourself because that redhead left me feeling light, and I've arranged to meet her here tomorrow after the fashion show," my friend announces as we leave the box.
• "Unfortunately, I wasn't as lucky. I found Cinderella, but true to the story, she vanished as soon as she heard the clock strike," I begin telling my friend what happened; he just shakes his head.
• We headed towards the family mansion. I love it when we come to Paris; it's a place I'd really love to live and build another empire to manage. It's a shame Walker's headquarters are in Chicago; I'd be delighted to bring everything here and work from here.
• We arrive at the mansion and notice people coming and going; Elisa's wedding ceremony will be here, probably the staff preparing everything for the party, which will only be for family and a few close friends.
• I enter my room still thinking about that blonde who drove me crazy, just over an hour and she didn't even let our fun last longer. I take a quick shower to rid myself of the sweet smell of my Cinderella's perfume, fall onto the bed, and it doesn't take long for sleep to claim me, bringing disturbing dreams of the masked woman angry with me for getting her pregnant.
• I wake up in a panic from the dream of seeing the woman with a peacock on her face, proudly displaying a beautiful belly, giving her a gentle and romantic air exuding from her skin. Just imagining that body again, my erection grows in a way I can barely explain to myself.
• "Lost it, Tom. Turned on by a pregnant woman. God protect me from an unplanned pregnancy, especially outside of marriage; my mother would kill me," I grumble, opening my eyes to see the clock reading 5 AM.
• I hear the door open and shift position, so my visitor doesn't notice my morning erection. My sister opens the door and looks at me with a mocking smile.
• "If you had stayed home, you wouldn't be so wrecked. Good morning, little brother," Larissa smiles and greets me. "Our grandmother asked for everyone to come down; she has an announcement to make. We're just waiting for you in the office."
• "Tell them I'm coming. I'll just put on some more comfortable clothes and be down shortly," I say, watching her nod and leave my room with a smile on her face.
• I get out of bed, stretching and pushing the laziness aside, then head into the closet and choose a sweat suit to meet with my family.
• As I step into the hallway, I hear my aunt Noely, probably putting the finishing touches on preparations for Elisa's wedding.
• "Amélie, please take care of all that. I'll come down to see what my mother is up to; I'll join you at the breakfast table," I say, as the sound of the door grabs my attention, turning to see the two women walking towards me.
• "Good morning, Aunt!" I kiss her cheek and gesture for her to walk alongside me.
• "Good morning, dear. What miracle is this, you being awake? I was sure I'd only see you at the staff, choosing some of my models," my aunt chuckles.
• "That was the plan, but I think I found a Cinderella last night," I say, winking at her, prompting her to playfully tap my hand.
• "I can't believe I'll see the day when my nephew, the playboy, finds a woman to make him responsible," she says, and we both burst into laughter.
• We descended the stairs, followed by my aunt's personal assistant, a blonde girl with enchanting eyes who seems a bit embarrassed standing next to us. It's only then that I realize how rude I've been for not introducing myself to the young woman.
• "Sorry, I was rude. I'm Tommáz Walker," I say, locking eyes with the woman.
• "Enchanté monsieur, Amélie Petit," I hear her voice, and it feels like I've known her, but I'm sure she hadn't been hired the last time I was in Paris.
• "Stop staring at her, Tom. I'm not going to lose my assistant because of you," my aunt scolds me, and I tear my gaze away from those mesmerizing eyes, watching her walk towards the breakfast table already set.
• "Geez, Aunt, I'm not that much of a player," I hear her laugh, and I sling my arm around her shoulder, kissing her cheek as we enter the office.
• "Finally, you've arrived. Tom, close the door and have a seat," my grandmother commands, and I simply comply.
• The whole family was there, scattered across all the chairs and armchairs that adorned her office.
• "As you all know, I have a will. I've decided to make some modifications to it for the benefit of everyone," my grandmother says as she pulls an envelope from her drawer and places it on the table.
• "Mother, you know there's no need for..." my father starts, but my mother interrupts him, which surprises me.
• "Shut up, Noah, let your mother speak," my mother scolds him, and we stifle a laugh at the scolding she gives him.
• "So, I want everyone to know that my inheritance, the management of the Miller estate, will go to my heir who is married and has a child," she announces. I feel a pang of distress in my chest; with this, my grandmother has essentially excluded me from the inheritance, as I have no plans to get married.
• I feel all eyes turning towards me, as if it's some damn scheme to put an end to my partying and not having a different woman every night.
• "Grandma, this isn't fair. Elisa is getting married today, and neither I nor my brothers have plans for marriage," I say, feeling the stares of the old lady I love the most.
• Dona Enora Miller, an American who sought refuge in a different country to forget my grandfather, whom she was forced to marry, a woman who managed to build a fashion empire here in Paris. Even though the Walkers don't directly manage the finances of the Miller Estate, our audits go hand in hand, as we are a family. I see it growing every day with the quarterly reports, and I refuse to be left out of the inheritance.
• Damn it, I'm her grandson too.
• It's not about the money for me; it's about not accepting that someone outside the family will manage everything. If my brother were already engaged and considering marriage, I wouldn't feel this way, but handing over the power of my grandmother's inheritance to a man we barely know isn't right.
• We have nothing against Elisa's fiancé, but he's not a Miller or a Walker to receive the family inheritance on a silver platter.
• I take a deep breath and look at everyone there, accepting my grandmother's wishes. But if that's what she wants for her will, then I'll have to find my CinderElla to become my Lady Walker and thus keep the family fortune in the hands of the Walkers.