"Grandma, don’t you approve of Alex?" Aria asked, noticing how Olivia kept staring at with an unreadable intensity.
"It’s not that, honey," Olivia replied smoothly, though her voice carried a subtle edge. "I would have been glad if you had told before."
She looked really jealous, the way her granddaughter was clinging to so openly, pressing her body against mine with clear affection.
Both Olivia and I rembered the intimate night we had spent together at the beach house, how I had taken her raw all night long, how I had made her moan like a whore, and how I had played with her saggy, mature curves without rcy.
The mory hung between us like a heavy secret, thick with tension and unspoken desire.
I could see the possessiveness burning in Olivia’s eyes, but she couldn’t say anything. Not here. Not in front of her granddaughter.
"Alex, you rember I showed you my family pictures at my beach stilt house, right?" Olivia said, putting her arms under her heavy breasts and subtly pushing them up, making them look even more massive and inviting. "You didn’t even tell then that you were dating my granddaughter. She was in the pictures on the shelf."
"Yeah, I couldn’t take a good look at the pictures," I said, taking a sip from my glass to hide my smirk.
I was too busy focusing on Olivia’s ass when she was showing those pictures, how could I have seen anyone else? And even if I had seen Aria in them, it wouldn’t have mattered. I was lost in her grandmother’s curves at the ti.
The tension between the three of us was thick and electric. Aria stood there innocently, holding my arm and smiling, completely unaware of the history between Olivia and .
Olivia, on the other hand, was struggling to maintain her composure, her cheeks faintly flushed, her eyes flicking between her granddaughter and with a mix of jealousy, shock, and lingering arousal.
She knew exactly what I had done to her that night at the beach, and now here I was, standing beside her granddaughter as her chosen boyfriend.
Olivia looked at my lip with genuine concern. "Are you bleeding, Alex?" she asked, imdiately stepping closer.
Without hesitation, she reached out and gently touched my lower lip with her thumb, her soft, warm fingers brushing against the cut. The intimate gesture felt surprisingly tender coming from her.
"It’s okay, Grandma. I already tended to his wound," Aria said, her voice carrying a hint of discomfort.
She shifted slightly beside , clearly unsettled by how openly her grandmother was touching and showing such direct care. Aria’s hand tightened on my arm, a subtle but possessive gesture.
"How did you get this?" Olivia asked, her fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary on my lip, her eyes searching mine with a mix of worry and sothing deeper.
"Oh, I had a fight with Aria’s ex-fiancé," I replied casually, trying to keep my tone light.
The mont Olivia touched , my cock twitched hard in my pants. The night was already getting hotter, first fondling Aria’s mother in the dark earlier, and now her grandmother showing this kind of intimate attention.
The tension was building in ways I hadn’t expected.
"Did you break up with Fabian, Aria?" Olivia asked, turning her gaze to her granddaughter, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, Grandma," Aria said, looking down for a mont. "I just didn’t want to be with him anymore."
"I knew he wasn’t perfect for you," Olivia said, nodding approvingly. "Anyway, I’ll talk with his parents if they cause any trouble."
As we were all talking, a small group of elegantly dressed guests approached us and started engaging Olivia in conversation, clearly seeking her attention as one of the hosts of the evening.
"Excuse ," Olivia said politely to us, turning to attend to the guests. Even as she spoke with them, her eyes kept drifting back to , lingering with a mix of shock, curiosity, and sothing darker she couldn’t quite hide.
Her duties as the lady of the house demanded her attention tonight, but it was obvious her mind was elsewhere.
"Alex, let’s go. I’ll introduce you to so of my friends," Aria said, taking my hand and gently pulling away from the group.
She led across the grand hall toward a lively cluster of girls who were standing near one of the ornate bars, laughing and sipping colorful cocktails.
"Hey, girls," Aria greeted them with a bright smile as we approached.
The group imdiately perked up. The four young won, all dressed in expensive, fashionable evening gowns, stood up and hugged Aria warmly, exchanging quick kisses on the cheeks. Then their eyes turned to , scanning with open curiosity and appreciation.
"Wouldn’t you introduce us to this handso fella?" one of them said, a tall brunette with sharp features and a teasing smile. She stepped closer, her eyes roaming over boldly.
"Yeah, we all watched that ruckus outside," another added, a curvy redhead with a playful grin. "You showed no rcy to Fabian. It was kind of hot, honestly." She ca even closer and casually touched my arm, her fingers lingering as she bit her lower lip suggestively.
"Hey, keep your hands off," Aria said quickly, her tone possessive as she pulled closer to her side. "Alex and I are dating." She gave the girls a firm look before softening into a smile. "Alex, these are my friends."
Aria’s friends giggled at the exchange, but the brunette wasn’t done teasing. She leaned in with a mischievous grin and said, "Aria, won’t you share him just like we used to share our toys since we were kids?"
"You wish," Aria replied with a bright, possessive smile, pulling even closer to her side as if to make her claim crystal clear.
Her friends laughed, so of them shooting appreciative glances, but none dared push further.
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