I recently played the last update and have a question about Andreas.
Does he see the MC as someone he can shape to his ideals? Is he using that age gap between them to his advantage?
You of course don't have to answer any of these!
Take care, Pretty! 💜
Hi!! Thank you for your kind wishes, sorry it took me a while to reply to this. Mmm, I think there’s a level of excitement in showing new things to a relatively inexperienced person such as MC, for sure. Considering his history with [redacted], he might like seeing people who are younger than him so they’re more easily impressed by everything he has to offer them, but I don’t think his attraction fully comes from nefarious places.
I do think that someone as wealthy as him will naturally believe that his money can control people in a way that others may not think is normal.
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Glass Shards and Rain
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Searching for a Star in the Night Sky
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Shaun passes away for reasons he does not quite remember. What he does remember, however, is that this is his fiancée, he is guilty about causing her grief, and of his religious education.
Guilt, Inaction and Loss
Andreas falls in love for the first time in many years, but does nothing about it out of fear and guilt. Until he finds himself with no other choice but drastic action.
Clothing to Share
Daphne steals a hoodie from her boyfriend’s. Bryce is completely fine with it.
Charles is not Pleased
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Celine’s Not Nervous
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Opening Up. A Bit Too Much.
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Knowing You're the One for Me
Megan asks her husband when was the first time he knew she was the love of his life. Jace is happy to respond.
Getting Some Rest from the Senior Thesis
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Shootout at Candee
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Secret Relationship Blown
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In an Empty Bitterby Parking Lot
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Second-Hand Jewellery
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A Forseen Consequence of Laissez-Faire
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Pranks and Horror Movies
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Mr. Arroyo's New Employee
Andreas hire a Sugardale University student, to whom he begins to develop some sort of a preference. Tension finally boils over one day after hours.
Dining Out in December
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Maybe (Out Fri., Jan. 19th, 07:00 PM SAST)
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Caught with Pants Down (Out Thu., Sep. 12th, 07:00 PM SAST)
Jace calls Megan over, but naturally forgets about it. She catches him in a vulnerable position.
Summary: Andreas hire a Sugardale University student, to whom he begins to develop some sort of a preference. Tension finally boils over one day after hours.
Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.
Words: 2800
Notes: I made myself horny coming up with this fic. Man...
If people ever said something about Andreas Arroyo, it is that he is nothing like his brother. Every since they were children, everyone, from their parents to their teachers and nannies and even other townies, would never fail to mention how they only resembled each other in looks.
To this day, he still huffs his chest in childish pride when he is positively compared to his screw-up sibling, and doing the opposite of what José would do in any given situation is an overall good moral principle. So far, he has managed to uphold such image with great success, even if he has his own misgivings with the letter of the law.
Things have not been so easy lately.
He is not an unprofessional man, to any extent of the word, and he was respected and well-known in Sugardale. Townies and university folk alike looked up to him and appreciated how he protected the city with his money and influence. He was polite when he needed to be and a little blunt, powerful and strong. He is married with children and takes good care of his family, even if they do not always appreciate it.
He is also the owner of a family holding, and the boss of one Sophie Paulze.
Ms. Paulze, as he addresses her whenever they are in public, came to him very well-recommended. Dean Monroe wrote him personally, telling him about her many talents in computer science, Dr. Grey and Dr. McGregor both had only compliments to pay in her referrals, and even his son Shaun, to whom he rarely can exchange two words in civil conversation, was eager to regale him stories about her wonder. In fact, the only person he had ever seen being nasty to her was his niece Courtney, which was more of a positive than anything else.
Andreas remembers when he first met her. He needed a good and discrete programmer to tap into the security system for his more private deals, and if only half of what had been said about the girl was true, then he concluded that she was more than worth the investment.
He interviewed her for the job at some slow Tuesday afternoon. He noted that she was bright-eyed and polite as she reached out to shake his hand.
“It’s nice to meet you, sir. I look forward to working below you.” It rolling off your tongue in a dreamy, breathier tone when he told her that she was hired.
The middle-aged man could not help the way he felt his cheeks heat, trying to hide it with a more passive look on his face when he shuddered at the feeling of her hand in his, only nodding in reply. He earned himself an awkward glance away when he pulled his hand back almost immediately, leaving her to assume that she had offended him in some way when he gruffly left after, telling her to be there tomorrow for her shift.
The truth, the shameful truth, is that all he truly wants is to feel her touch again.
Sophie tried, earnest and sincere, to be kind to him, and Andreas knew this. She tried to get to know him better during the time they worked in close proximity, she actually took her time to learn more about the man, his preferences and his peeves, his thoughts in various issues, and not just to please him, either. It is not something he is used to, but not wholly unwelcome. He cannot fault her intent, either way, as she is just a naïve little girl who liked being friends with everyone.
He had overheard her talking to his secretary, whom she, evidently, befriended over her time under contract, at the end of their workday one unremarkable evening, slipping in a comment about how she does not think that the boss likes her much.
It was then that she realises that there would be a UX test later that week and it is just going to be the both of them. As she sucks her pouty lips between her teeth nervously and his secretary giggles at her friend, he cannot deny the sudden drop in his chest before he retreats through where he had come from, his previous intent forgotten, because it is not what he means for her to assume. Not at all.
She just made him feel strange, Andreas considers as he stands in his private office, staring absentmindedly at the decorative books lining the shelves and the stack of documents in his desk. It was late afternoon, and he is meant to be going home no later than in an hour, but there is plenty of work left to do if he so fancied some overtime.
He did not dislike Ms. Paulze, not at all. She is a good worker, as knowledgeable and capable as he was advertised, and also very discrete and efficient. She is a good team worker and everyone in the office seemed to care for her. Her wardrobe could use some work, with the huge wiry glasses and the amount of wool she wore, but he can see there is untapped beauty lying beneath terrible fashion choices. All in all, she is good value for investment, and he is keen in hiring her out of college, if she so wishes to remain in Sugardale.
Maybe Andreas did avoid her a little. He always seems to leave the room whenever she arrives, but it is because he could not help the way his gaze lingered on her whenever she is around him. It was easier that way to hide how his eyes would trail along her figure under her gaudy pullover, trying to cover it up with blunt words and folded arms, shaking his head whenever she caught him.
He hated the way his heart would race whenever Sophie sat next to him on the conference room, and she always did, bouncing down next to him with a breathless sigh.
It took everything in him not to reach out to pull her closer when her thigh knocked against his own, because bosses shouldn’t do that with their employees, should they? This is one of those José behaviours that he managed to avoid so far, and therefore he feels justified in his avoidance, even if only for his own self-preservation. Nothing good can ever come of this.
Maybe I should apologise to her, Andreas thought as he ran an exasperated hand through his tidy black hair, cursing under his breath before pulling himself together and adjusting his suit jacket with a sigh as he turned. What would he even say? Sorry if he has been impolite, but he thinks she is really pretty? How ridiculous.
He groans at the realisation, turning to leave his office to return back to where he knows she will be. However, he stops silently in the doorway when he actually finds her, leaning over her desk and facing away from him as she arranges a couple of reports, bidding farewell to the last of her colleagues as she gets ready to leave for the night.
Sophie still has not noticed him yet, and maybe that is a good thing, Andreas realises when he finds his eyes trailing along her figure once more as he swallows heavily. The dim lighting of the closing office still illuminates the curve of her hips and ass in that short tweed skirt falling along the skin delicately.
She is almost teasing him, stopping him just short of her thighs. He is pretty sure if he bent down a little, he would be able to see…
“Mr. Arroyo?” She breathes, turning to him slowly.
Her sudden realisation surprises the man, and he is hoping that she does not notice the sharp inhale he takes in before his face falls back to his usual neutral expression. He clears his throat, breaking the silence as he tries to calm down his heart rate.
“Was that the last of them?” He asks, his voice coming out lower than he thought it would.
He crosses the distance between them in four long steps, standing across from her and trying to ignore the way her soft and curious gaze on him is making his face burn hot. However, just when he is sure that he is blushing profusely, she turns away, nodding with one of her sweeter smiles before she places the glance on the desk as he approaches her further.
Sophie smells nice, kind of sweet, Andreas realises when he steps closer, expecting her to move aside. However, when she only turns her attention back to the next report, he has no other choice but to close the distance between them both, furrowing his brows as he reaches over her for a file, meant to justify his presence there.
He steadies himself with his other hand on the desk beside her, careful enough to keep some distance between her back and his chest, but she is so close, too close for comfort. From this angle, he can make out the curves of her figure even clearer, and his eyes, narrowed and half-lidded, steal glances at her skin beneath him. He suddenly forgets what he was reaching for in the first place, too busy trying not to focus on the way his skin feels warm at the close proximity, suddenly aware of how close his other hand is to her skin, his breathing becoming increasingly shallow when she sighs beneath him and he cannot help but inch closer.
“Are you okay, Mr. Arroyo?” She hums, turning to look at him again before he can realise how close he is.
The swell of her ass brushes against his crotch as Andreas grunts slightly. He cannot avoid the sudden and involuntary buck of his hips to feel her closer as he bites back a groan so intensely it almost sounds like a snarl. His animal behaviour earns him a gasp from her when the hand of his that was previously wrapped around the desk suddenly grabs her hips to keep them both steady.
The businessman feels Ms. Paulze tense up when his fingers tighten into the flesh of her hips before she relaxes. He is unsure if it is the dizzy spin of his mind that has convinced him that she is pushing herself closer to him, or if she feels exactly what he does too as the sudden atmosphere in the room becomes heavier.
He does not think about it too much, he does not let himself, lest he loses himself in the fantasy and the desire and does something he truly never can walk back from. He must look so unprofessional, but another breathy, almost whimpered sigh of his name falling from her lips earns her another needy twitch from his hips and cock as he is pulled from another lewd daydream.
Andreas tears himself away from his employee with a curt apology and a “please excuse me.” As he leaves suddenly, excusing himself back to his office, without his file. Before the door closes and his back hits the cool wood afterwards, a shaky exhale falls from his lips as he grumbles, letting his gaze fall to the now obvious bulge in his black slacks.
“S-so ridiculous.”
I shouldn’t, not here, Andreas thinks, smoothing back the raven hair that has fell messily over his flushed skin. He lets his head fall back against the door as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his pants.
I shouldn’t, but I can’t face her like this, the older businessman realises before he sighs and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to allow his heavy cock to spring free, already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip.
He wraps his fine and soft hand around the base, giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, stifling any noise in the hopes that Ms. Paulze does not hear him. He steadiest himself against the door as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps.
His skin felt sticky as he continued his ministrations, thumping his head back against the door behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed. He is not able to control the way his mind goes over his last encounter with her as his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist.
“Dios…” He grumbles, words muffled as he clenching his jaw.
Andreas recalls the way in which Sophie said his name, her tone dreamy and honeyed every time “Mr. Arroyo” falls from her lips, like it is just for him. He cannot help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.
He sloppily pumps his thick cock as he remembers just how the curve of his empoyee’s ass felt against him, panting shamelessly at the way she relaxed into his embrace. It is as if she trusted him, but would she still trust him knowing he was doing this right now? Would she still continue to work here?
Andreas huffs, pushing that thought from his hazed mind as he twists his hand around his cock in just the way he likes, imagining it was her hand instead as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes, accidentally letting a shaky, languid moan of her name slip from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.
The squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly-lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of her, how she would look underneath him, how warm her mouth would probably feel around him as she babbles out “harder, Andreas!” from her pouty lips as his hands tighten on her hips again.
He wants to feel more of her, see more of her.
His technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips, his other hand pressing over his mouth to muffle his noises. This is shameful, the way he is behaving, but the thought of her beneath him as he sinks into her needy, glistening folds has him losing his mind as he grunts, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he muffles another needy moan of her name.
The familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the hard wooden floor below him to steady himself as he spills over his hands and jacket, drenching his wedding ring of hot, white semen.
Thick ropes of cum drip down the fabric of his clothes as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan. As the afterglow rushes through his body, he is trying to keep himself steady on trembling thighs, burying his face into his one clean palm when what he has done finally settles into the room.
“Mr. Arroyo?” A melodious voice calls from behind the door. “Did you call me? Is everything okay?”
Andreas jumps, slamming himself against the door as his heavy, almond eyes widen with panic. He realises the position he is in now, covered in cum after relieving himself over his employee in his office like a badly-trained dog.
However, he cannot deny the way his cock twitches at the sound of his name from her lips.
“Uh, yes, I’m sorry. I just forgot to take stock on one of the reports. I’m almost done.” He excuses himself.
“Oh, alright, then. Should I wait for you, sir?” She asks, kindly.
“No!” He exclaims, suddenly. “No, there’s no need. You may go home, it’s late.”
A moment of silence passes before Sophie responds, “Okay. Goodnight, Mr. Arroyo.”
“You too.” He responds, uncommittedly.
Andreas cums four different times before he finally heads home, spent.
*_*_*_*_*
“Father, may I come in?” Shaun asks after knocking at the door of his home office, before a Sunday lunch.
Andreas hums affirmatively, even if he is slightly vexed. Work in the office has not been productive, and he has been trying to cut down on the delays by working weekends at home. The last thing he needs is his son whining his ear off about something or another.
He raises his eyes from the papers and the young man walks in, surprisingly with a visitor in tow.
He clears his throat, a beaming and proud smile in his face. “I suppose you’re already acquainted, but if I may present you officially, this is my girlfriend, Sophie.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Arroyo. Thank you for receiving me.” Sophie said, with her usual sweet smile.
Andreas instantly knows his Sunday would not be productive, either.
Summary: Andreas falls in love for the first time in many years, but does nothing about it out of fear and guilt. Until he finds himself with no other choice but drastic action.
Rating: T - Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Non-explicit depictions of violence. Reader discretion is advised.
Words: 1500
Notes: Heheh, man, that’s a wild ride!
The marriage between the two Arroyo patriarchs is completely finished, and that is clear to see to any who spend any amount of time in their company. Perhaps it is their penchant to snap at each other, disguising insults between candy-sweet tones and darling declarations of undying love, perhaps it is how their very expressions embitter when they catch the other in their line of sight.
It is a bit of an open secret in Sugardale. It is a pretence they all play their part to maintain, something everyone knows, but no-one publicly recognizes. Well, no-one other than his brother José and his niece Courtney, who seemed to revel at the unhappiness of others, especially his own.
Andreas has known her long enough to understand with certainty that his wife is not happy with the marriage anymore, that she wishes she could be free from her family and her social duties, and he feels very similarly, truth be told. They do love their son, and they still nurture some respect for the other, he just wishes he was not in a relationship that clearly is not what it used to be, based on fake smiles and walking on eggshells.
He married her because he was in love, unbelievable as this may be. They met in college, at Sugardale University, all those years ago, and he was taken with her beauty. Soft skin and pitch-black hair, a haughty smile, that ringleader demeanour of hers… He strutted arrogantly at her, asked her out and the rest is history.
Eventually, however, they realised that they are much too similar. They share the same vices, they are much too good at poking at each other’s weak spots, and they are too much like their environment for comfort. They could never find respite from one another because they are in too tight of a social circle, full of people who think and act just like them. It is suffocating.
They, however, had no escape from their marriage. They blinked their eyes and they had a child together, their finances were inextricably tied, they had a reputation to uphold and a company to maintain. So, they grin and bear it, and they have done so for over twenty years.
To meet the new favourite of the university faculty and feel a spark he thought was long gone, it changes his perspective on life a bit. Sophie Paulze is very different from the sort of people that he is accustomed to meet, and not only because her bank account is almost wiped out. She is adorably awkward, speaking in a soft tenor to the attendees, talking about her passion for the violin while flanked in both sides by Ms. Anderson and Ms. Young. When he had the chance to listen to her music, he does understand why Bitterby Foundation had chosen her for a scholarship, perhaps their only legitimate pick he had seen the entire night.
So, the man signed a donation to keep her in school, with the provision that she plays on every school gala event until graduation.
While not his initial intent, he was trying to make sure she got exposition and a way for her to land sponsors or a chair at an orchestra, it also meant that they crossed paths very frequently over the years. Naturally, that also meant they had the opportunity to talk, for him to get to know her in a civil environment.
Andreas probably tries to be a bit rambunctious and flirty, showing off what he used to be when he was younger, when he was her age, but also casually making some ostentatious displays of wealth. Honestly, he just saw her as a friend for a long time, even picking on her in a playful way. However, months have passed and he feels so much more emotion around she than he does back home.
It is an experience he does not take for granted. He used to think he had to just live through the motions. He believed he had reached his peak of happiness years ago. Meeting Sophie was a much-needed breath of fresh air.
Over time, he became addicted to this feeling. She brings out joy of him, something he does not ever remember having over the years, not in this light-hearted way. He laughs, he feels comfortable and secure. Everywhere else, he just feels content and like he has to hide a part of himself, but with her, he is free.
She is always on his mind, like a disease. She occupies his thoughts day in and day out, her face and her voice popping at the most inconvenient times, and every move he makes now seem to link back to her in some shape or form. He is concerned about everything she does, everyone she meets. He wants to protect her, to have her for himself.
At the same time, however, he is still a man of morals. He feels guilty for lusting after another while still being married, and more than enough nights he has imagined the younger woman in his bed instead of his lawfully-wedded wife. He knows it is wrong, he knows it is frowned upon, he knows Sophie had given no indication to lead him to such behaviour, but he cannot help himself.
While he wallows in shame while pining for her, however, things went on without him.
Sophie graduated from Sugardale University with a Bachelor of Arts. Andreas arranged a chair for her at the New Hampshire Philharmonics, down in Salem, as well as some classes at the local community centre, under the excuse of following through with his support of her talent. Over time, she became involved with a financial analyst from Connecticut, a single and decent man her age, which naturally soon led to an engagement.
When he got the news from Shaun, he felt as if the years collapsed upon him, and he felt much older than he was. He felt like a joke.
It hurts, but he knew she would not hold out forever, not when he did not have the courage to at least make his feelings known. She did not deserve to keep waiting on vague hopes of his, and he knows that, but it still kills him.
So, maybe, he reserves himself the right to longingly watch Sophie from afar while she still lives in town, wishing it was his arms around her instead of someone else’s. Watching how gently that man kisses her, how he holds her. He watches while someone else gives her the world like he never could but wanted to do so very badly.
On occasion, when Andreas cross paths with her again, much more organically and rarely than he would appreciate, his son, who is too much like him for comfort, catches him staring at her. He always blames it on something else. He criticises her dress, or talk badly about her date.
Yet, he never stops staring. Can someone blame him? Sophie always looks so good, and she does not even know how much she is flaunting it in his face. Or maybe she does, and she is showing him exactly what he had to lose, and what he did lose.
He deserves this longing pain, but he cannot exactly say he enjoys it. He wants to break the bones of every finger that has laid on her by someone other than himself. He wants to make up any excuse he can to tell her that they are bad news, to leave them, to find someone better, even if he knows he is not any of those things. In fact, he might as well be worse.
Seeing she being kissed by someone else is a stab to the gut, and knowing a wedding is coming soon is a bigger threat than any bullet he has managed to avoid in his less savoury business.
Then, it dawns on him one sleepless night, like the sun over New England. He cannot let this marriage happen, he just will not, and he must use every means on his disposal to assure himself of it. He has ordered worse, and he has done worse himself.
Maybe Andreas does some not-so-legal things and breaks into her home the night before the big day. Maybe he has her removed somewhere safe, somewhere only he knows. Maybe he keeps her there against her will and under the threat of violence. At least for a while, while he tries to convince her of his point of view. It is all for her own good, after all.
He is a good man. He has seen the error in his ways, he knows he made a mistake, many mistakes, really, but there is still time to make up for them. He is going to get her back eventually, he will show her he is the better option, he will prove that he is a good man.
