I was smitten and aroused just by the thought of that night. No one else had ever kissed me like this. Cassius was just doing it right. It was just delicious. I wanted the whole of his body and I had no doubt that the moment both of our bodies merged would be magical. Yet, I didn’t know when this moment would happen, as Cassius and I had very busy travelling diaries.

I hadn’t seen him for three weeks when I received Faisal’s letter. It was an emotional and powerful love declaration. I knew I had to meet him and explain. I couldn’t just ghost him like I haven’t ever felt something. It was just fair; we had a great connection despite our differences. We could be great friends. But for now, I wanted to arrange my next date with Cassius in New York.

Date No.5 - A date in New York

Cassius picked me up at the airport. When I saw his face, I was all smiling, it wasn't often that the sight of a man caused me to gape, but Cassius was gorgeous! I loved his style, his attitude, and his posture. He had that solid confidence and elegant chicness that I really loved in a man.

He kissed me tenderly, caressing my face, gave my suitcase to the driver behind him, held my hands, and we were ready to go.

Whilst it was my first night in New York, it was Cassius’s last and he wanted to see me as much as he could. He asked if I was bothered to stay with him at The Standard hotel. I was very happy, I couldn’t wait to share my fluids with him. ”Happy” was an understatement, I was over-excited.

We kissed all the way to the hotel. When we arrived in Cassius’s suite, he asked me to get ready and left the room surely out of politeness. Yet, I must say, I was somewhat disconcerted. I wasn’t expecting this. Cassius was being far too polite. Or was I being used to randy rabbits and other over the top horny dudes? I start to think so…

I just got myself ready. A few minutes later, I heard Cassius coming back to the room. “Are you ready?” he asked benevolently. I nodded, we both looked very elegant, and I was so glad to be with him in New York. It looked all surreal. Even our relationship seemed surreal. We were both living in London, five minutes away from each other, but just managed to date in New York.

A few drinks at Le Bain, Cassius and I were having a fabulous time talking and discovering more about us. He also mentioned that he wanted me to meet his sisters and that they’d love to organise something soon when we were all in London. I couldn’t wait.

The whole Cassius experience was amazing. I really liked dating him. I hadn’t been introduced formally to a member of a family since I divorced. And for me, it was quite scary and nerve wracking. I was really dating at another level.

We headed toward the Jean-Georges for a romantic meal and as soon as we stepped into the restaurant, we were welcomed like the trendiest couple of Hollywood. The staff was attentive and helpful. Cassius and I sat next to each other.

Cassius made a big smile and started searching his pockets. I was mega nervous, what was he searching for, I thought?

Seriously, if we were not dating just for three months, I would have thought that Cassius was about to propose, but handled a gift. A beautiful necklace from Tiffany’s. I was so grateful, yet I firstly refused to take the gift.

I felt like it was too early in our relationship to offer me such a valuable present, but Cassius insisted. “The only valuable thing in this restaurant right now is you. You’re the biggest present I have ever had in my life.”

How was such a gentleman not already married? Why was he so nice and caring? I knew that I would have to investigate on his downfalls and weaknesses sooner or later. Before I fell completely in love with him…

After dinner, we decided to get back to the hotel where Cassius and I had a few drinks again and went back to our room around 2 am, mega intoxicated. I went to bed first, waiting impatiently for him to arrive.

Cassius looked at me with his intensive green eyes, which filled my heart with intensity. He laid in the bed beside me, took me in his arms, kissed and licked delicately my neck, turned me around and kissed my back, and my ears passionately. Oh my, I was so aroused; but he murmured, “We have time for this. Let’s not rush it. I want it to be a very special moment for both of us.”

I was boiling. What the hell??? This man wasn’t gay; his cock (not small!) tried to say hello. Was he just being romantic? Was I to blame? I was being too quick and romance was exactly what I was asking for months… So, I just embraced the situation, happy Cassius wasn’t a randy rabbit.

I suddenly woke up around 4 am, just to realise that Cassius was still sleeping peacefully next to me, his head on my back. I liked looking at him: his thin pink lips, his tiny pointed nose, his cute freckles, and all his little imperfections that I fondly admired. He was so perfect to me and even his snores were cute. A sudden and weird feeling flooded through my body. I didn’t quite recognise it at first, at least not that early morning. I thought my strong sexual desire for him woke me up. In fact, I was already falling for Cassius. Love was surely and slowly taking hold of me. I somehow knew it and I liked the feel of it. I didn’t want to reject my feelings. I didn’t want to over think it either. But at least, I was ready to receive Cassius’s loving and give him all of mine. At least, that was what I thought…

Date No.6

Back in London. The sky was screaming love, the birds were singing love, and I was falling in love. Cassius was inviting me at his place and wanted me to finally discover a part of him and his world. Still, we had a dress code: cocktail dress attire. I smiled at the read of his texinvite. I was happy we were both back to our London.

6:50 pm, Cassius’s driver came to pick me up. I had a short sexy red dress signed Balmain with a cleavage to trigger accidents. I wanted to have sex with him, obviously. I wanted to be overly sexy. Hopefully, his mom wouldn’t join the party.

I had never really realised how close Cassius and I were living from each other. Cassius was living literally three and a half minutes away from my place: Palace Gate.

In the building, just in front of Hyde Park, the concierge directed me to the top floor. As soon as the lift opened up, I heard “Welcome to the most beautiful lady I ever met. I so glad you’re here”, were Cassius’s first words, which were accompanied by a smile that melted my bones. Cassius was drop dead gorgeous wearing a navy tux, with a fitted white shirt. The suit fits him like a glove, showing his rather sexy derriere and the jacket clung smoothly to his slim shoulders.

“Hello, you! Thank you for the invite. Here’s a present for you.”

“Oh, this is so sweet of you. Thank you, honey. Please, come in,” he said, kissing me tenderly with his soft and wet lips.

Cassius’s taste was off the charts. I entered a massive living room decorated with contemporary arts that I loved, which opened to the chef’s kitchen and dining room with an unobstructed view over Hyde Park. My breath was taken away by the view. I couldn’t stop but stare. The whole atmosphere was magical. Cassius was delicately kissing me on the neck and I knew we would make love that night.

Some lounge music was playing very discreetly in the background. The atmosphere was very romantic. Cassius had set the table with a few scented candles and a beautiful set of flowers in front of this amazing view.

“Have a seat, pretty.”

It was a beautiful evening of spring. Cassius had never been that sexy and my arousal for him was at his highest. He’d better sex me up tonight, I thought, or I’d be very upset.

We ate salmon salad, scallop tartare with smoked cauliflower, and cauliflower cream. Everything was beautifully presented. I really enjoyed the meal. After a glass of champagne and two bottles of wine, Cassius stood up, changed the music, took my hand, dragged me in his warm arms where I could smell his delicious perfume, and we started dancing slowly. He was caressing my face with rather ravenous eyes. My whole body was throbbing. I was surrendering, helpless and trapped. I wanted him so much.

“You have the softest skin I have ever touched. I can’t stop caressing and kissing it. You’re like a piece of velvet. In fact, you are my piece of velvet, you are my very own Velvet, dear Valérie Duval.” Here I was nicknamed. I found it very cute and at least I wouldn’t be called babe. I smiled and then laughed. It was so over the top. My heart was in pain. It has never experienced so much romance for such a long time.

“What is going on with you, young lady?”

“All this romance, it’s…”

“All this romance is?” he questioned, his eyes full of sparkles.

“I’m not use to it anymore,” I responded timidly.

“Come on, Velvet! You’re French and Parisian. Paris, the city of love, the quintessence of romance, you should be falling in love like crazy for me right now.”

It’s already the case, I thought, but I responded, “Well, I think London changed me and…”

“I want this French flame back in you.” He interrupted.

I smiled and added, “Thank you Cassius. I sincerely like all this. I am really grateful for all the experiences and feelings this relationship procured in me. I genuinely appreciate the way you treat me and respect me, and the feelings I have now, I haven’t felt this way for a very long time. I like you for this. I am loving all this too much, you have no idea.”

Cassius looked at me a with a strong burning desire in his eyes and asked, “What do you want now, Velvet?”

I looked at the whole of him. “I want you, Cassius. I want the whole of you, right now…”

I could tell that these words resonated in him as he started kissing me without concession everywhere and anywhere. The more he was kissing me, the more intimate his caresses and touches were. I responded to every tiny caress, every hot touch from his fingers, every lick; my nipples stiffened against his shirt. I was on fire; the man was driving me completely wild…

Cassius suddenly lifted me up and backed me up against the wall. This was mega sexy and a spasm of ecstasy went all through my body. I wanted this man so much. He got rid of my dress in half a second, discovering my very naked hard nipples.

I quickly unbuttoned his shirt all the way down to his navel. I admired his fantastic torso and started kissing him all over. Cassius took the control back, holding both of my hands against the wall, firmly kissing, licking, and sucking my nipples. I started feeling his package, caressing the top of his trousers.

I got rid of his trousers and his boxers. I’d never thought I’d say this one-day of a man, but I am not afraid to say that he had a penis to die for. A beautiful, perfectly sized penis, which penetrated me in such a powerful way that I groaned, having my whole body shaken up.

I could feel the energy and the intensity of his penis all through my body; he was rocking it in and out of me in perfect control. Cassius was breathing in my ears and I was so enthralled that a few tears of pleasure enveloped my face. I almost fainted of ecstasy; it was so intense, so passionate. I wanted it to last forever. Cassius romantically got rid of my tears with delicate kisses that moved me from heart to toe.

Then, after so much excitement and teasing, the block of pressure in our bodies suddenly dissolved when Cassius moaned in such a powerful way that both of our orgasms shivered all through our minds, our souls, and our bodies. It was a mind-shattering moment.

Despite our groans, Cassius kept on moving inside me, looking at me like he was discovering me for the first time. I felt the same. I wondered from which planet Cassius was brought to Earth.

This was the best sex I ever had: intense, powerful, fusional, communicative… I was free falling…

When I was expecting Cassius to come and relax in my arms or at least near me, he quickly and firmly asked me to turn around on my stomach.

Puzzled, I, nonetheless positioned myself, a bit confused. I didn’t know what to think. Was he happy? Upset?

Then, I felt his tongue going down my body, followed by his fingertips caressing my back and tracing my spine. I also felt a few drops falling down my derriere… The man was sweating… I felt like he was analysing and exploring every part of my body. Emotional.

After this erotic massage session, we had sex all night. I slept when the sun was rising and I woke up with Cassius by his window, staring at me. I reached him out all naked, caressed his face, and lay on top of him, kissing him all over. I will always remember that night as one of the most magical we ever had.

Smile

I was thinking of Cassius’s perfect penis when Camellia disturbed my train of thought. “How is it going with Cassius, Val?”

“Amazing,” I said, startled out of my thoughts.

“Do you think you found the love of your life, beauty?” Camellia was now developing a new subtle English posh accent probably inherited from her fiancé.

“I don’t know. And what do we call the love of our life? I don’t know him that well yet but all I can say is that he’s perfect. At least, he is as perfect as I want him to be. He ticks all the boxes of my definition of perfection.”

“Have you discussed an exclusive relationship with him? Do you want to get married? Live together? Or?”

“Camellia,” I interrupted. “I’ve just met his penis yesterday! I am not going to ask him all these questions now. The man will run away.”

“I think this is something you need to talk about as soon as possible.”

“In truth, Camellia, I am not even sure I want to get married again.”

“What? You can’t be serious, Valérie.”

“I am. As long as we’re happy together.”

“And you’ll have children outside a marriage.”

“And?”

“I don’t believe you,” said a puzzled Camellia. “Plus, I’m sure Cassius is traditional and gentlemanly enough to propose in due time. Millennials? Feminism? Fuck all these! Anyhow, you’d better invite him to my wedding.”

“I will certainly do Cam and I can’t wait for you to meet him.”

We both smiled and continued talking about the past and all the adventures we’d been through since we had been in London. Camellia and I were now celebrating six years of friendship. I love her so much.

I had a smile when I went back home. Next week would be amazing. I was meeting Cassius’s siblings for the first time the following Friday. Our relationship was reaching another level. Though, I wasn’t sure whether we were dating or were in a relationship. This was something I needed to discuss with the expert in chief, Bianca, before having a proper discussion with Cassius.

The only thing not too pleasant to occur: I was meeting Faisal on Wednesday; explanation and official breaking up time. I was not sure what I was about to say. I would have to explain the sisters’ situation as well. But I was going to be fair, the sisters’ situation just helped me understand a thing I had already known: we were culturally not compatible. This is something I would have to explain with the subtlest words in the world. What a challenge!

The order

When I called Faisal that Wednesday morning to clarify where we were meeting, I was surprised he booked a table at Cecconi’s in Mayfair. I felt a bit guilty that he picked such a nice restaurant for me to break up with him. I had tried to break up over the phone but he didn’t want to hear anything. With all that ghosting and disappearing online, I totally forgot how a real break up must happen. 

Maybe I should just text him and block him again. Well, he will come back to mine and leave a thousand of letters or roses like he did last Saturday.

When I came back home from my magical night with Cassius that Sunday morning, I was delivered hundreds of roses from a secret admirer. I guessed it was Faisal. It made total sense after his love letter.

That Wednesday was a beautiful day. I could enjoy the sunshine through my windows and Cassius’s call put me in a smiling mood. Yet I was still stressing out about this whole breaking up/explanation time with Faisal.

13h45, I was heading to Cecconi’s; the closer I got to the restaurant, the more anxious I became. I tried to be relatively calm and thought that it was just natural for him to have my side of the story. Plus, if he were to make a scandal or beg me to stay with him, I would just play the Cassius’s card. “I am in love with someone else,” This should be very effective.

I arrived at the Cecconi’s right on time and spotted Faisal straight away. Wow, I’d almost forgotten how this man looked amazingly handsome. He smiled at me, which reassured me. I tried to kiss him on the cheeks but he gave me his lips, which made the whole situation very awkward for me. I probably blushed. “You’re cheeky,” I said.

“I just love you,” he replied.

This wasn’t a great start. I sat down noticing a glass of the only French rosé available in this Italian restaurant. I smiled, “Faisal, you didn’t need…”

I didn’t have time to end my sentence when a familiar voice broke in. “The world is small, here’s my lovely Valérie. Hi Velvet, how are you?”

God, this couldn’t be more awkward, “Euh... Well, I am great, thanks.”

Cassius stood there looking at both of us. I wasn’t sure what to say, as I wasn’t sure what he saw. Did he see Faisal’s cheeky kiss? I wondered, mortified.

It went all-quiet. Well, Faisal looked at Cassius. Cassius looked at Faisal. Cassius looked at me. Faisal looked at me.

“Well, sorry. Cassius this is Faisal. Faisal, Cassius,” I finally let out.

“Well, okay guys. I leave you to what you were doing,” surmised Cassius rather coldly.

I could sense some anger in his voice. I had never heard him speak with this sort of tone, which made me very nervous.

Cassius gone, Faisal naturally demanded, “What was that?”

I didn’t have time to respond that Cassius came back to me, “Valérie, may I talk to you for a minute?” he commanded.

“Certainly.”

I stood up and Cassius mimicked my French accent, “This is Cassiussee?”

“Euh... I believe that is your name,” I responded stupidly.

“Stop taking me like a fool! You’re introducing me to your friend as a Cassius. Who’s that guy? Is not a friend, isn’t he?”

“Euh... no… I mean not quite yet …”

“Is it a date?”

“No... Not really,” I stuttered.

“It’s a yes or no question, Valérie. Are you on a date?”

“I am not, I was about to break up with him.”

“What?!!! You’re breaking up with a guy dressed in a sexy Louis Vuitton dress with a glass of rosé at the Cecconi’s? Is it a joke? Couldn’t you just give him a call?”

“Euh… Well, I didn’t think he deserved a breakup call,” I said, voice full of guilt, not sure what to add or say.

Cassius was thinking. He was fuming but I also knew he was nervous. I could almost hear his heart pounding through his rib cage. I felt like he would explode like a tornado without a weather-warning siren.

Cassius finally broke the uncomfortable silence. “You know what? It’s 14h15 right now. You have 15 minutes to break up with this man and come back here. I won’t tolerate one more second. I swear to God!” he growled, pointing me out, “You’d better be here by then or you will regret me coming to this table and telling you off.”

I shivered. I was upset but listened like a robot. I was in damage limitation mode. I liked him too much to lose him over Faisal. I can’t even recall what I said to Faisal that afternoon but I was back after five minutes. Faisal never called me back after that rather humiliating afternoon.

Cassius and I went to his car and the atmosphere was awkward for the first few minutes. I didn’t quite know what to say or do. We didn’t kiss. The situation was bizarre. I can’t really say that it was our first fight, as it wasn’t. He ordered, I listened, and I regretted the whole situation already. I just decided to go quiet.

“How are you?” Cassius finally verbalised.

“Not proud.”

“He will survive.”

“How do you know?”

“I know,” he said, all smiling and kissing me all over. “I missed you.”

God, I was relieved.

“I missed you too.”

“Don’t ever do this. We’re not dating anymore. You’re mine. I am yours.”

“Glad to discover this today…”

“Where are you going?” he smiled.

“Shopping. Harrods maybe or Liberty.”

“Okay, I’ll drop you at Harrods. It’s on my way.”

“Great! Thanks Amour.”

“I like when you’re calling me Amour, Velvet.”

“I like when you’re calling me Velvet.”

“Here Harrods, Mrs Duval!” said the driver.

“Thank you.”

“Here’s for you,” Cassius handled me a credit card.

“What is this?” I looked at him horrified.

“For your shopping…”

“No thanks, I can’t accept this. I can buy myself stuff.”

“Sorry, you’ll be buying myself stuff,” he said cheekily.

“What!? Okay, what do you want?” I asked, laughing out loud.

“Some sexy lingerie for my girlfriend. Pin code: your year of birth. Have fun! Love you!” He said, leaving me on Harrods’ pavement putting his credit card in my bag.

Did I hear him well? I love you? Really… Cassius loves me. I looked at his car going away to his office disappearing in the profundity of Belgravia. Oh my, I thought…

Meet the Colgates!

Cassius had three big sisters. I’d never met them, but, I had already spoken with them over the phone as they organised this little party taking into account everyone’s preferences, and I couldn’t wait to meet them.

My first thought at the news was: God, I would have to convince four women (if I include the mom) that I was good enough for Cassius. He’s the only man of the family and the youngest. But, when the Sisters called me for the first time asking what I liked and discussing about what we should do for our first “family” date, I was excited, they seemed to have the same sort of relationship I had with my own sisters. I couldn’t wait to meet them.

I was meeting Chelsea, Catherine, and Charlotte. I didn’t know how they looked like but I already knew their personality and I felt particularly close to Chelsea and Catherine. The women had a hard time picking between a chic place and somewhere more casual.

The day before the encounter, Charlotte called me and confirmed that we would meet at The Phene at 18h00, a very elegant place in Chelsea as the Sisters described. I couldn’t wait.

5:45, I received a call from Cassius’s assistant advising me that Cassius would be late for the dinner, as he was still in a meeting. She apologised on his behalf and was sending the driver to pick me up.

I wasn’t nervous before the call but at the sound of this announcement, I became very, very anxious. I wished Cassius had introduced me properly to his sisters rather than me having to go alone and meet them.

Well, in this occasion, I was lucky to have spoken to them a few times before the party. I supposed I didn’t have the choice and I had to swallow my anxiety and meet the Colgates without the baby youngest.

I opted for a mega sexy chic style that night, which I regretted as soon as I got into the car. I had a mid-length Boulezar dress with a very deep cleavage bought in Berlin. I felt uncomfortable as soon as I Googled The Phene and realised it looked sooooo casual. I wanted to die.

I hesitated to ask to be driven back home but I remembered Chelsea saying that she was searching for a new husband, so she was about to abhor a porn chic style. Well that’s it! I would go like this and embrace my sexy chic style!

When, I arrived at the Phene, the girls were all there, and I had the warmest welcome I could possibly have. They all Colgate-smiled at me, hugged, and kissed me, complimenting my dress and my style. Oh my, they all had that advertisement sort of smile in the family. I couldn’t help but joke about it.

I had an instant love and liking for them and I also realised that Chelsea had her own definition of porn chic style. I felt overdressed but I was fine with it.

Two hours later and probably two bottles of champagne down, still no Cassius. He didn’t even reply at my texts. The alcohol had taken control of most of our brains; we were hungry and ready to order food.

I decided to freshen up in the ladies and call Cassius in the toilet to know at least if he was going to make it.

On my way to the bathroom, I realised that Paris St. Germain (my French football team!) was playing against Chelsea. They were winning, to my biggest contentment.

“Vive Rabiot!” I couldn’t help and react.

“Valérie?” I heard. This was Regis, a former French colleague of mine. What a surprise! We started chatting up quickly about life and his friends joined us, introducing themselves.

We started talking about the progress of the match when I suddenly heard Cassius.

“What the hell are you doing?” He had that commanding tone.

“Oh…”

“Please, meet R…”

“I don’t care who these people are.”

“Okay, well, Regis, it was nice seeing you.”

“It was delightful. Hope to see you soon, we should really catch up properly.”

“Bye Valérie!”, said Régis’s friends.

“You couldn’t be ruder than that. That was embarrassing, Cassius.”

“Excuse me!?!? You’re the one with the rude attitude. People are waiting for you downstairs and you are here chatting up men. Are you kidding?”

“It’s been five minutes, Cassius.”

“I don’t think so! And where are you going now?”

“To the ladies.”

“And you haven’t been yet?!?!?!? Is it a joke?”

“It’s not a joke and I am going right now.”

“I couldn’t believe Cassius was following me. I could smell alcohol, so I knew he was drunk.”

“Are you coming in the ladies with me?” I asked sarcastically.

“It’s not funny. It is not a time to joke.”

In the ladies, I couldn’t help but laugh... Cassius was probably being jealous and this made me smile. I went out of the restroom and he was waiting for me outside.

“Wow, we missed an additional 30 minutes of dinner.” Cassius said annoyingly.

“Well, you missed two hours. You won.”

“I don’t think you can talk right now. I was working hard for us whilst you were chatting up some ugly dudes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, you heard me.”

I decided to do my best not to get into trouble and didn’t want to have our first real fight in front of his Sisters. I just shut up, hoping Cassius would calm down over the dinner.

That was just a dream...

“Well, what were you doing, guys?” asked Catherine.

“Ask Valérie…” whined Cassius.

“Have you been naughty, guys?” Chelsea asked with a naughty smile.

I blushed purple.

“I wish,” said Cassius. “Valérie was just chatting up some idiots.”

“I am afraid I was catching up with a former colleague.”

“Well, when I arrived, all the chaps were salivating on your cleavage.”

“Okay... “, I said, keeping my composure and not adding anything else.

“No, it’s not oka