A Unique Proposal
Chapter 1
My name is Lily. I'm in my thirties, a widow, and, yes, I... disposed of my older husband. It wasn't a crime of passion, nor was it out of hatred. I know you will be judging me but It was a calculated move that secured my future. The wealth he left me has made life comfortable, allowing me to indulge in the finer things without a second thought. My home is a lavish mansion on the outskirts of a large city in the US, complete with a sprawling garden, a personal chef, and a wardrobe that would make a fashion editor green with envy.
You will understand if I don't specify the town I'm in.
I hated this request from Karine... She told me that I would need to describe myself in a very unnatural, sensual way. No woman would intentionally do that but if I steal a line from a friend "for one's imagination to work in harmony with the story-line" I need to do it like she does in all her stories.
I'm Standing at 5'9" without heels, my height alone gets me lots of attention. Add to that my piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, and long, flowing auburn hair and it's no wonder heads turn wherever I go. My figure, kept in impeccable shape through a strict regimen of Pilates and personal training that I can clearly afford, is often the subject of admiration and envy alike. When I walk into a room, people notice.
I've always been described as cute, lovely and sexy, with an air of mystery that sets me apart. There's something about being different that I relish, mystery is more than a word, its in the actions you take. It's not just my looks, but my demeanour. I carry myself with a confidence that borders on arrogance, a calm assurance born from knowing exactly who I am and what I'm capable of (ie: killing my old husband).
People often sense there's more to me than meets the eye, but few dare to find out what lies beneath the surface. You will if you read this story. I trust Karine to write a good story even if I'm not her regular femme fatale in various leg casts and crutches during routine daily occurrences. I prefer ... Well you'll see later if you read past chapter 1... You will hate or love me but I won't leave you indifferent.
My wardrobe is a reflection of my personality, elegant, bold and in a way in your face. Today, I wear a fitted dark blue dress that hugs my curves in all the right places, paired with stilettos that add an extra few inches to my height. The dress is simple, yet sophisticated, with a plunging neckline that teases just enough to intrigue, what would she look like nude.
My accessories are minimal: diamond studs, a delicate gold bracelet, and a sleek modern smartwatch. Everything about my appearance is calculated, a carefully curated image that exudes both power, allure and pure sexual power.
Despite the comfort and luxury that my wealth affords me, there's an underlying restlessness. My husband's death left a void, not of love lost, but of purpose. I didn't miss him, but I missed the thrill of the game. Life had become too easy, too predictable. That is until the invitation arrived, promising a new and intriguing opportunity.
The invitation to Mark and Ava's wedding arrived on a silver platter, literally. One sunny afternoon, as I lounged in my sun-room, sipping a perfectly chilled glass of Chardonnay, my butler, James, approached with an air of quiet elegance, carrying a polished silver tray. On it lay an envelope made of the finest ivory paper, sealed with an intricate wax emblem. You rarely see that anymore. James, with his usual understated grace, presented the tray to me. "This just arrived for you, Madam Lily," he said, his voice smooth and refined.
I took the envelope, feeling the luxurious texture beneath my fingers, and smiled. It was the kind of display that caught my eye immediately. I carefully broke the seal and opened the envelope, pulling out a beautifully crafted wedding invitation. The paper was thick and embossed with gold lettering, announcing the union of Mark and Ava.
As I read through the details of the ceremony, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside me. The couple was young, vibrant, and, most importantly, perfect for my plans. I had known Mark from a few social events, tall, handsome, and easily swayed by charm, beauty and money. Ava, on the other hand, was a vision of youth and elegance, her reputation for kindness and grace preceding her with near to perfect legs. I do have a weakness for nice, long and well toned ladies legs.
The wedding promised to be a grand affair, held at an opulent estate just outside the city. The guest list would undoubtedly be filled with influential and affluent individuals, offering a perfect stage for my intentions. I decided to attend, intrigued by the possibilities this event could unfold.
I placed the invitation back on the tray and looked up at James. "It seems we have a wedding to attend," I said, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. As James left, I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the upcoming event. This wedding could be the answer to my restlessness, a new game to play and conquer. The thought of it sent a thrill through me, awakening a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in a long time.
The idea of A Unique Proposal was growing inside my head.
The day of the wedding was beautiful, with a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze that carried the scent of blooming flowers. I arrived at the grand estate, where the ceremony was to be held, dressed to impress. My hair was styled in waves, cascading down my back with a few loose strands framing my face. I wore a sleek, black off-the-shoulder dress from Valentino, which hugged my curves and flowed gracefully to the floor. The dress had a thigh-high slit, adding a touch of sophistication to my look. Some scars were on display along my long leg.
Around my neck, I had a delicate diamond necklace that caught the light and my ears had matching diamond studs, subtle yet sparkling. I carried a small, black Chanel purse, its leather adding a touch of classic luxury even if it was the same purse I had used in some dominatrix experiences in the past with lovely Emily, Yes, young Zoe's friends.
On my feet, I wore a pair of Christian Louboutin stiletto heels, their signature red soles peeking out with each step I took. My makeup highlighted my striking green eyes, a hint of blush to accentuate my cheekbones, and a bold red lipstick that completed my ensemble. I love red lipstick.
As I made my way to the back of the grand hall, choosing a seat that allowed me to observe without being the centre of attention, I felt the eyes of several guests lingering on me. My presence, as always, turned heads and sparked whispers, but I remained composed, ready for the evening to unfold.
The hall was adorned with lavish decorations, crystal chandeliers, elegant drapery, and intricate floral arrangements that filled the air with the sweet fragrance of roses and lilies. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, chatted animatedly, their excitement palpable and so was my excitement but for a very different reason I guess.
As the ceremony began, a hush fell over the crowd. The music swelled, and all heads turned as Ava, the lovely bride, made her entrance. She was a vision in white. Her gown was an exquisite lace creation that hugged her slender frame and flared out into a voluminous skirt, the fabric catching the light with every step. The dress had a daring slit that showcased her long, toned leg, adding a touch of boldness to her otherwise lovely appearance. One could say she had the perfect leg for A Unique Proposal.
Ava's cascading brown hair framed her face in loose waves, softening her features and giving her a timeless beauty. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her bright eyes and radiant smile, which shone with pure joy, it was after all the best day of her life. She held a bouquet of blush pink roses, their delicate colour perfectly complementing the floral arrangements that adorned the aisle and the altar.
As she walked down the aisle, accompanied by the melodic strains of a string quartet, I couldn't help but admire her poise and grace. Every step she took exuded confidence and happiness, drawing the eyes of everyone present. She was a professional hockey player in the new female league and you could tell she was in perfect shape.
Mark, waiting at the altar, looked dashing in his tailored suit, his expression one of adoration as he watched his bride approach. The love between them was evident, a palpable connection that added a layer of warmth to the ceremony. This was going to be a real challenge for me.
I sat back, a serene smile on my face, as I watched the couple exchange their vows. The words they spoke were heartfelt and sincere, a testament to their love and commitment to each other. Despite my own past and the plans I had for the future, I could appreciate the beauty of the moment like any other woman.
As they were pronounced husband and wife, the hall erupted in applause, and I joined in, my hands clapping softly. Ava and Mark shared a tender kiss, sealing their union, and then turned to face their guests, their smiles radiant and full of promise. Her eyes locked with mine for just a few seconds.
I observed them closely, noting the way they interacted, the subtle glances and gentle touches that spoke volumes about their relationship. This wedding, with all its grandeur and emotion, was the perfect setting for what I had in mind. The stage was set, and the players were in place.
Now, it was time for the real game to begin and see if I could convince them both to accept my offer of A Unique Proposal.
A Unique Proposal
Chapter 2 to come
K
