The Red House
THE RED HOUSE;
[The red house]
// Where men with money, fuck women of beauty, and laugh at the rest of world.
Meet Matthew Walker. A man whose entire world had just fallen upon him. The women who he thought of as his 'the one' has left him all because he made a few mistakes. He turned his back on his career and isolated himself.
"What is this, a Whore House?"
"Not just a whore house, Matt! It's heaven on earth! It's got it all: strippers, whores, hookers, heck, and even some porn stars live there. It's like a hotel. They let you stay there, pick a girl and get it on as long as you want."
There Matthew meets a women who turns his world upside down, Feather Grace Heart. Funnily enough her sweet name doesn't suit her at all. She's wicked, mischievous, naughty and down right trouble. But she's exactly what Matthew never knew he needed.
But there's one problem.
She's a prostitute. And one with a decision to make.
And he doesn't know how to feel about that once he starts falling for her. Feather has her own secrets that has Matthew on his toes all the time.
Is it lust or love?
He leans closer, and our faces are inches apart. “I don’t want to complicate your decision,” he whispers.
“You already have.”
He kisses me so softly, it’s like a breeze on my mouth. Then I close my eyes and reach for him, letting him ease me back to the ground. His hands close over my face, holding me as we kiss, my heart beating so hard I can feel all my pulse points throbbing.
This is so different, so different from anything I’ve ever imagined. I just want to lie here forever, holding him, trusting him.
I smell fresh-cut grass, and the scent of something soft and musky that will always remind me of Matthew. Closing my eyes, I wrap my arms around his neck and sink into our kiss, dizzy with the pure bliss of it.
[ story has sexual content, erotic scenes ]