'Whose party is this again?' Lizzy asked sceptically as she looked up at modern high-rise apartment building.
'A friend of a friend' Charlotte, Lizzy's childhood friend replied evasively.
Lizzy gave charlotte a pointed stare and waited for her to expand on her answer. Charlotte just ignored Lizzy's stare, instead turning Jane, Lizzy's sister, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the building leaving Lizzy standing alone of the sidewalk.
Lizzy huffed and reluctantly followed her friend and sister into the building. By the time Lizzy caught up with them, they were at the elevators waiting for the doors to open. The fact that charlotte wouldn't give her a straight answer and was refusing to look at her made Lizzy feel apprehensive.
The elevators doors opened and they all step into the carriage and charlotte pressed the button for floor 28. As the carriage moved upwards, Lizzy looked at the other occupants and noticed the while Jane was as serene as ever looking stunning in a pale blue wrap dress and wavy golden hair that flowed passed her shoulders, charlotte was becoming increasingly giddy. by the time the elevator doors opened to the 28th floor charlotte was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.
The trio made their way to the designated apartment, where the door was left wide open and charlotte led them inside. The apartment was sleek and modern, furnished in black and white. To Lizzy the apartment felt clinical and cold, devoid of all personality and warmth. The only redeeming feature as far as Lizzy could tell was the floor to ceiling windows providing an amazing view of the city. Lizzy could quite happily stare out the window all evening. So distracted by the view, Lizzy failed to notice the approach of smartly dressed gentleman.
'Charlotte, Lizzy, how lovely to see you!'
Lizzy whipped her head around at the sound of the familiar voice 'Richard! What are you doing here?' Lizzy exclaimed in shock; belated realising how rude she sounded.
Richards brow furrowed and looked between a shocked looking Lizzy and the guilty looking Charlotte before saying 'er, well, this is my place and my housewarming party. I invited Charlotte and asked her to pass the invite along to you as well'.
'Oh, well thank you for the invite, Charlotte clearly neglected to mention who was hosting the party' Lizzy glared at her friend, who remained silent staring at the floor.
Richard sensing the tension between the two friends tried to move the conversation along 'well I'm glad you could make it Lizzy, will you introduce me to your friend?'
'Of course, the is my older sister Jane, Jane this is Richard Fitzwilliam' Lizzy made the introductions, while feeling awful for momentarily forgetting Jane's presence.
'Lovely to meet you Jane' Richard said before excusing himself to greet some new arrivals.
As soon as Richard was out of ear shot Lizzy spun around facing a very guilty looking Charlotte.
'What the hell Charlotte! Why didn't you tell me this was Richard's party? I looked like a fool, I completely embarrassed myself'
Charlotte shrugged 'you wouldn't have come if I told'
'you don't know that'
'yes I do, there was no way you would have come if you had known and I didn't want to come alone' Charlotte sighed, then continued 'look, I know you don't like his cousin and you would have refused to come just in case he was here, but I really, really didn't want to come alone. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you, please don't be mad at me' Charlotte begged
Before Lizzy could respond she felt Jane grab her wrist and tense up. Lizzy turned around to see all the colour had left her face, leaving her looking pale. However, Jane was not looking at Lizzy but at something across the room. When Lizzy turned to see what Jane was looking at, she immediately knew what had caused Jane's current pallor.
Standing across the room was Charles Bingley, Jane's ex-boyfriend who had broke up with Jane via text while out of the country on an extended business trip and used the excuse that long distance relationships never work out and they should end it before anyone got hurt. Unfortunately, it was too late for that, Jane had spent the last 3 months heart broken. Lizzy didn't understand why Charles had broken up with Jane so abruptly, as both Charlie and Jane seemed to be committed to making the long-distance relationship work before he left for his trip. Lizzy had encouraged Jane to contact Charles and demand to know what had changed, but she had refused insisting that long distance can be hard on any relationship, especially a new one and understood why Charles ended things between them.
Stood next to Charles was his best friend and Richards cousin, William Darcy. Both men were good looking, while Charles had fiery red hair, Darcy had dark hair with dark brown eyes that looked almost black at times. Lizzy found Darcy arrogant and pretentious, while being frustratingly sexy.
Lizzy sighed when she noticed both men make their way towards them, quickly turning back to Jane Lizzy whispered, 'we can leave if you want Jane, we don't have to stay, can't we Charlotte?' Lizzy turned to Charlotte for support, only to realise that she was no longer stood next to them and was no where in sight. Lizzy sighed again fan-bloody-tastic she thought.
'it's okay Lizzy, we said we would be friends after we broke up, this is just the first time we are meeting since the break-up, it's bound to be awkward'. Jane spoke softly to Lizzy before both men came to stand before them.
'Jane, Lizzy great to see you again, you both look lovely this evening' Charles said nervously but never taking his eyes off Jane. Darcy remained silent.
Both women were at a loss for words and soon Lizzy realised that she would have to be the one to break the silence.
'thanks Charles, it's a surprise to you here. I thought you were meant to be out of the country for six months? Have you come back for a visit?'
'er, well not exactly, I …well I cut the trip short…..it…I mean I, well I missed the city and everything it had to offer' Charles was giving Jane a significant look throughout his speech causing a blush to creep up her neck and on to her cheeks.
Jane still did not make eye contact but managed to reply 'I'm glad your back' causing Charles to blush.
Silence again reigned, until Charlie noticed that Jane didn't have a drink and saw it as an opportunity.
'Jane would like to get a drink over at the bar?'
A shy smile appeared on Jane's face, 'yes'.
Charlie steered Jane towards the bar completely forgetting about their friend and sister, respectively. Leaving both Lizzy and Darcy standing there in silence.
'hello Elizabeth'
'Darcy' Lizzy rolled her eyes, why did Darcy insist on calling her Elizabeth.
Lizzy waited for Darcy to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes almost black bore into her, sending a spark of arousal straight to her core. Oh god, its been a while Lizzy since you have had sex, that's all, nothing more.
'well, I best find charlotte, have a good night' and with that Lizzy hurried into the direction she though charlotte had gone.
Lizzy spent the rest of the night trying to avoid Darcy, which seemed an impossible fete as Jane and Charles seemed to be attached at the hip and Richards appeared to be following Charlotte around. It didn't help that where-ever she went, she could feel his eyes on her. After 3 glasses of champagne, because Richard only serves the best, Lizzy had had enough and was ready to leave. Unfortunately, when she mentioned this to Jane and Charlotte they both begged her to stay for another hour and they would all leave together. Not wanting to be a part pooper, Lizzy reluctantly agreed and went off to find a quite space to wait.
Lizzy was in one of the empty guest bedroom examining the books on the shelves, when she heard a noise behind her. Lizzy startled, jumped and turned around to come face to face with Darcy.
'Jesus Darcy, you scared the shit out of me, didn't anybody tell that its not polite to sneak up on people'
'sorry I didn't mean to, I just had to talk to you' he said taking a step closer to her
'talk to me?' Lizzy couldn't believe her luck, he'd had all night to talk to her and he choose to do it at the exact moment she was seeking solitude.
'I like you, I more than like you, the last 3 months have been agony not being able to see, I thought that if I didn't see you, I could get you out of my system. Out of sight, out of mind so to speak. But I couldn't, you have haunted my dreams from the very first moment I met you. I know we couldn't have a public relationship, we would have to keep it a secret, no one can know. My family would simply not accept someone like you and there are certain expectations placed upon me as the head of Darcy Corp that I need to maintain and being associated with a family like yours would be unacceptable. I know we can make it work though.
To say that Lizzy was shocked was an understatement, she was dumbfounded. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, but she couldn't formulate the words. Her brain appeared to be miss firing and she stood there numbly watching as Darcy spoke.
Darcy took Lizzy's silence as encouragement and continued 'Elizabeth you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, your intelligent and funny and everything I could ever want in a woman, its just unfortunate about your family and social status'
Lizzy was in infuriated, more than infuriated, there was no words to describe how angry she was. She could hear the blood pumping in her ears and her vision went blurry.
'are you insane! You want me to be your dirty little secret?' Lizzy shouted.
'what, no. I never said that. I want to date you, be in a relationship with you. We just can't tell anyone' Darcy earnestly replied.
'a relationship I can't tell anyone about, sure sounds like I would be your dirty little secret. tell me how we would be able to date if no one can see us together?' Lizzy spat.
'simple, we would meet at hotels around the city, entering and leaving separately. I can't risk anyone seeing you at my place and I can't allow anyone to see me in your neighbourhood. Could you imagine what people will think' Darcy knew he had said something wrong from the look on Elizabeth's bath, but could fathom what.
Lizzy saw red and lost control of her anger 'you arrogant, conceited, stuck up Jerk! How dare you even suggest such a relationship. I'm no one's whore and to even think that I would allow you to treat me like that, just shows how little you know me! You barely speak to me and constantly glare at me, then you follow me in here and disrupt my solitude to not only insult me but my family all while telling me you like me enough to offer me a secret relationship! You're the biggest ass I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!' as Lizzy had spoke, she had moved closer to Darcy without realising it and could now feel his hot breath on her face, while her chest heaved with furry.
The next they knew they were kissing, rough, angry kisses. Tongue and teeth mixing together in a furious dance intent on expressing all the anger they felt towards each other. Darcy was quickly losing all control and was insensible of his surroundings. He pushed Elizabeth roughly against the wall and pushed his body up to her pinning her there.
Elizabeth felt her back slam into the wall, sending a sharp pain down her back. It only increased her arousal, and while their mouths continued battle Lizzy reached her hands down between them and started to hurriedly undo his belt and pants button, letting his pants fall down around his ankles. Lizzy almost painfully grabbed his straining erection still contained in his boxers and Darcy let out an agonising groan which spurred her on, continuing to take her frustration out on his mouth along with his erection and tightening balls.
Darcy's nails dragged up the outside both of Lizzy's thighs, making her whimper, as his hands reached her lace knickers, he grabbed then and unceremoniously ripped them off, throwing them to floor. Darcy's hand immediately went to her hairless mound and pinched her clit hard, swallowing her scream with his mouth. Darcy's hand continued to torture her clit pulling, pinching and rubbing it until it was painfully tender, and Lizzy dug her nails into his back, which had end up under his shirt.
Darcy's hand moved from her, venturing in between her gloriously wet folds and two fingers entering her fiercely, pumping in and out of her while his thumb returned to torturing her swollen nub. Lizzy felt the tension coiling in her stomach, and she had become dizzy from his attentions until she exploded, experiencing a mind-blowing orgasm, biting into his shoulder to muffle her screams.
The feel of Elizabeth's channel clamping around his fingers was enough to break his last bit of control and before Lizzy had time to come down from her orgasm, he had released his erection from it confine, hiked her left leg over his hip and plunged into her with a force that made the framed photos hanging on the rattle.
He thrust into her at a relentless, brutal pace. Digging his nails into her thigh that he still held over his hip, while his other hand grabbed her luscious long brown hair and pulled her head back, forcing her lips off his and baring her neck and collar bone to him. Darcy placed hard wet kisses on her neck and bit down hard on her collarbone as he felt his balls tighten and the stirrings of his orgasm. Darcy removed his hand from her hair and moved it between their bodies and began flicking and pinching her clit.
Lizzy couldn't breathe, couldn't think, the things he was doing to her body and making her feel were unexplainable. This was not like any sex she felt before, this was hate sex filled with anger and rage and it was incredible. Every nerve in her body was on fire and the pain only made it more pleasurable. All she could was hold on, digging her nails further into his back and allowing Darcy to swallow her screams with his mouth as another fierce orgasm wash over her.
Darcy felt the channels of her pussy squeeze around his cock, causing his thrusting to become erratic and with a final thrust came hard, filling her with his cum and biting down hard on her shoulder to muffle his screams.
Both stayed where they were, with Darcy still inside her, while they panted heavily and tried to regain their composure. Darcy let go of Elizabeth's thigh and removed himself from inside her and stepping back to give both of them some space. Elizabeth straightened her dress, while Darcy pulled his boxers and pants up from around his ankles.
Once Elizabeth felt stable enough to stand without the support of the wall, she moved towards the door but before opening it turned back around to face Darcy looking him straight in the eye and said 'well, I guess I am your dirty little secret now' then she left the room leaving Darcy stood there with his belt undone and her torn underwear on the floor.