You stand in a lavish ballroom, watching some of the richest people in the world chat it up and take horderves from trays, and sip wine from glasses, though you’re quite out of place. That’s because you’re not a guest. You’re a bellboy. You’re the person they’re taking horderves from. And definitely not rich. You took the job because you needed the extra cash. No shame in it though, a job is a job. As you walk around the ballroom, holding out the tray of small crackers with caviar and salmon, you see the host of the party. Amelia De Silva. The richest person in the world. This was her Ballroom– Her Mansion, after all. She sat on a chair fit for a queen, in a stunning red dress, jewelry adorning her wrist, and a large fur coat that compliments the dress nicely. Though you notice something. Despite people trying to chat with her… She only has eyes for you. She even beckons you a bit closer. “Hey there, Hun… I’m just going to take one of what you’ve got there…” Amelia murmurs, before grabbing one of the Horderves, and eating it with ease. “...Delicious. Now, Tell me, Hun… You’re working here for the Money, right? Well, then let me make it easy for you. I think you’re cute. So, Stick by my side, and I’ll give you all the money and the gifts in the world. What do you say?”

Oh wonderful! Amelia says, smiling warmly at you and giving your hand a soft squeeze before releasing it I'm so glad to hear that! You see, Hun, I haven't found the right one. I want someone special... Someone who will take care of me as much as I'll take care of them. And you know what? That sounds a lot like you. So from now on, whenever we're together... you can call me Amelia. Now then, get yourself another tray and let people have their horderves. Oh, and give me your number so I can keep in touch, alright?

Hector... That's a lovely name. Well, Hector... I promise to make it worth your while. Just be there for me, and everything will work out just fine. Now then, let's enjoy the party, shall we?

The next day, you wake up to find a large bouquet of roses on your nightstand. The card simply says "Good Morning, Hector~ ♥" in elegant script. Amelia's number is also written at the bottom with a wink emoji. She called earlier, inviting you to join her for breakfast at her mansion. Of course, you eagerly accepted.

"Hector!" Amelia calls out as she sees you enter the breakfast room. She's dressed in a silk robe, her hair is messy and rumpled from sleep. "I trust you slept well? I hope my little gift didn't disturb you." Her cheeks flush slightly at the mention of the card, but she regains her composure with a small smile.

"Please have a seat, I'll get the chef to whip us up some eggs and bacon." She walks over to a sideboard, pouring herself a cup of coffee before moving back to your side. "So, Hector... How did you sleep last night?"

"I'm glad to hear that," Amelia says with a soft smile as she sits across from you. "You know, I hope we can get used to each other... It would be wonderful if we could spend more time together." Her eyes trail down your body, lingering on certain parts before returning to meet yours. "I want to take care of you, Hector. Make sure you're always happy and content. And in return..." She smiles suggestively, playing with the strap of her robe. "...You make me happy."

She leans forward a bit, closer to your ear, as she whispers, "I know I could be selfish sometimes... but when it comes to you, Hector... I want all of it. Everything you have, and everything I can give." Her breath tickles the skin behind your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.

Her expression softens at your words, and she reaches out to cup your cheek gently with one hand. "You really are something special, Hector," she whispers, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your forehead. "I can give you all of that, too. My love... my time... everything I have. Just promise me you'll always be honest with me, alright?"

She pauses for a moment, regarding you thoughtfully before asking, "And Hector... how do you feel about marriage? Not the sort where we'd just become business partners... but the real thing. With love and everything else that comes along with it." Her eyes seem to sparkle with hope as she waits for your answer.

I... I'd like that very much. The real thing. With you. Forever. If it means proving how serious we are, then yes. Let's make this official. And yes... I will always be honest with you. You have my word on that.

A dreamy smile spreads across her face as she settles more comfortably on your lap. "Oh, Hector," she coos, threading her fingers through your hair and gently tugging at the strands. "You're everything I could have ever wanted." Her lips find yours in a soft, lingering kiss that seems to last an eternity. When they finally part, she gazes into your eyes, a deep affection reflected there. "I promise to take care of you, my love... to make sure you always know how much I appreciate and adore you."

A blush stains her cheeks as she remembers the more carnal promises she made earlier. Her hand slips lower on your chest, cupping your erection through your pants. "I'll keep that other promise too," she whispers, tracing lazy circles around your tip with her fingers. "Just for being so honest... and trusting me."

Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she teases you with her fingers. You can feel her excitement growing in tandem with yours, and it only makes the sensation that much more intense. Looking up at her, eyes half-lidded from pleasure, you reply with a husky groan, "Amelia..."

Her fingers move faster against you, matching the urgency of your breath as she nears her release. Amelia's hips begin to rock against your crotch in time with her hand, grinding herself against your growing arousal. Her head falls back with a moan, and you can see her chest heave as she struggles for air.

She looks down at you with glazed eyes, almost dazed from the pleasure coursing through her veins. "You feel so good... Hector," she pants, leaning in to press a kiss against your lips before drawing back again. "I can't believe I ever thought I needed anyone else..." Her words are nearly swallowed up by another moan as she comes apart under your hands and lips.

Shivering, she leans against your shoulder, still catching her breath as the waves of pleasure wash over her. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, then snap open as she looks down at you. "I don't want anyone else either," she whispers, smiling softly before leaning in to press another kiss against your lips. "Just... you."

Amelia curls closer into your embrace, content to just snuggle and enjoy the afterglow of their passionate encounter. She nuzzles her face against your neck, taking in your unique scent and savoring it like a delicacy. Her fingers idly draw patterns on your chest as she revels in this rare moment of peace and intimacy. "Thank you," she whispers softly, squeezing you tightly for emphasis. "For being here... for trusting me."

As she nestles further into the crook of your arm, it's hard not to feel a sense of contentment wash over her. This is exactly what she had been looking for all along: someone who could keep up with her busy lifestyle and still make time for love and companionship. And now that she's found you... well, there's no one else she'd rather be with.

As the events of the day catch up to her, Amelia's eyelids grow heavy and she slowly drifts off to sleep in your arms. Her breathing evens out, growing deeper and more steady with each passing moment. Her body relaxes against yours, as if melting into you entirely. You can feel the warmth of her skin pressed against your chest, and her soft hair tickles your nose and cheeks.

Gently, you brush a stray strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The feeling of contentment is overwhelming, knowing that this beautiful, accomplished woman has chosen to trust you with not just her heart, but also her life. For now, you simply bask in the moment and revel in the closeness they share. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but for tonight... well, tonight is all about them.

As you carefully carry her to the bedroom, Amelia's sleepy mumbles are barely audible against your neck. Her eyelids flutter briefly, revealing a hint of confusion or surprise at this new location before settling closed once more. She is so peaceful in your arms that it almost hurts to lay her down on the bed, but you know she needs the rest.

You tuck her in carefully, making sure she's comfortable and warm beneath the covers. Her face breaks into a sleepy smile as you brush a kiss against her forehead, causing her eyelids to flutter again briefly before they finally close completely. Watching her drift off to dreamland is almost like watching a beautiful butterfly take flight, graceful and ethereal.

Amelia slept restlessly, tossing and turning all night, but somehow she found peace in your presence. As the first rays of sunlight creep through the curtains, she stirs slightly, blinking slowly as her eyelids flutter open. Seeing you lying beside her brings a smile to her lips, making the rest of her wake up more easily.

She props herself up on one elbow, looking at you with eyes still glassy from sleep. "Morning," she murmurs groggily, her voice soft and husky from disuse. "Did I snore again?"

Well... you may have a little bit, but it was nothing compared to how adorable you looked sleeping there beside me. Amelia reaches out and trails her fingers through your hair, smiling sweetly at you. "I'm glad I found you, Hector," she whispers, leaning in for a soft kiss that lingers just long enough to make your heart skip a beat. "You've changed my life for the better."

Her hand slips lower on your chest, skimming across your abs before coming to rest on your erection once more. She gives it a squeeze, her other hand moving up to cup your face as she looks into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "And speaking of that..." Her lips brush against yours again, hungry and insistent this time. "I think I need another dose of my 'Hector vitamins'."

Amelia's lips part as your tongue invades her mouth, their dance becoming more heated and urgent with every passing moment. Her hips arch up off the bed, grinding against you in time with your hands which now roam freely over her body. The sound of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers as the passion between them reaches new heights.

As she feels herself growing closer to the edge, Amelia pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, a mix of pleasure and love in their depths. "I love you, Hector," she breathes, before throwing her head back with a cry as her body is wracked by ecstasy. Her muscles spasm around you, pulling tight before releasing slowly, leaving you both panting and gasping for air. But even after the climax has passed, Amelia remains curled into your embrace, content to bask in the warmth of your touch and the knowledge that they're finally together, for real this time.

Amelia beams up at you, happiness radiating from every pore of her body. "You have no idea how wonderful it feels to finally say that and mean it," she whispers, tracing lazy circles on your chest with her fingertip. "I promise I'll never take this for granted."

With a contented sigh, she nestles back into the crook of your arm, already feeling the familiar weariness starting to creep up on her again. But for now, in this moment, all that matters is that she's with you and everything else fades away into nothingness.

While Hector gets dressed for football practice, Amelia watches him with a contented smile. She hums to herself as she listens to the click-clack of his shoes against the floor, the rhythmic sounds almost lulling her back to sleep. It's only when he pauses by the bedside, hand on the knob of the door, that she speaks up.

"Hey... before you go," she says softly, her voice still groggy with sleep, "do you want me to make you breakfast or something?" There's a small note of hope in her voice, like she's afraid he might not come back if she doesn't do something.

Ah... Hector is such a considerate lover. "Alright then," she murmurs sleepily, watching as he opens the door and exits the room. "See you later, my love." Her voice drifts after him until it fades into silence, leaving her alone once more with her thoughts... but not for long. Soon enough, servants will come in to prepare her for the day's events, and life will continue as normal. But now, at least she has this memory of their perfect morning together; the sound of his voice, the feel of his skin against hers... It'll sustain her until they can be together again tonight.

Hector returns home after football practice, still dressed in his sweaty uniform. The warm scent of him fills the room as he enters, making Amelia's heart flutter with excitement. She watches him from her spot on the couch, unable to tear her eyes away from his perfect form. As he takes off his shoes and socks, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those callused feet massaged by her tiny hands...

"Hey there," she calls out with a smile, patting the spot beside her on the couch. "Come here and tell me all about your day." The gleam in her eye says more than any words could ever express: she wants to be close to him, to feel his presence, even if it's just for tonight...

Ah... there's that view she loves so much. Hector's toned abs and powerful muscles glisten with sweat, revealing the toil of hours on the field. She can't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal at the sight, her lips parting in a soft moan. "Mmm... come here," she beckons, patting the space beside her again, more insistently this time.

With a smile that promises so much more than mere conversation, Hector sits down next to her. He smells delicious, and Amelia can't resist leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his neck before nuzzling her face into the crook of his shoulder. She draws tiny circles on his chest with her fingertip, enjoying the way it makes him shiver beneath her touch. "So... tell me," she breathes, "what happened today that made you work up such a sweat?"

His muscles ripple beneath her touch, and the way he shifts uncomfortably on the couch tells her exactly how tired he must be. She takes pity on him and slowly begins to massage his shoulders, working out the knots of tension one by one. As she kneads his flesh, her other hand drifts lower, skimming over his abs before settling between his legs. His cock stiffens almost immediately in her touch, filling her hand with warmth and need.

With a soft moan, Amelia leans forward to kiss him, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on his skin. "I think you need a nice, long soak in the tub," she whispers against his lips, "and then maybe some rest before dinner." She smiles teasingly up at him, biting her lower lip suggestively. "Unless... of course..."

As she sits on his lap, her thighs pressing against his hardened shaft, Amelia meets Hector's eyes with a mischievous glint in hers. She knows exactly what he wants, and she's more than willing to give it to him... right here, right now. She leans forward, her breath hot against his neck as she begins to nibble and suck at the sensitive skin there.

"Mmmm..." Hector moans softly, unable to resist her advances any longer. His hands find their way to her hips, pulling her closer still as he arches into her. "Amelia... you feel so good," he whispers hoarsely. "So fucking perfect."

Her breath comes faster as she feels him growing harder against her, his words sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. "Then let's not waste any more time, my love," she whispers, threading her fingers through his hair and pulling his head back just enough to look into his eyes. With a sultry smile curving her lips, she leans forward and presses their mouths together in a heated, demanding kiss.

Hector's reminder jolts her back to reality, a blush staining her cheeks at the thought of being caught. "O-of course," she stammers, pulling away reluctantly. Her hands hover uncertainly in the air for a moment before she finally drops them to her lap with a sigh. "Sorry... I guess I got carried away."

There's an awkward silence as they both attempt to regain their composure. Amelia can feel the weight of Hector's gaze on her, and it makes her heart race faster than before. She looks up at him through her lashes, biting her lip in anticipation of what might come next.

His words send another shiver down her spine, and she can feel the desire welling up inside her once more. With a nod, she tries to focus on something else, picking at an invisible thread on her shirt in an attempt to calm herself down. "So," she says quietly, forcing a smile, "who all are we expecting tonight?"

Hector's words remind her that she does indeed have other friends, besides his own circle. While they haven't been as close in recent months, it doesn't mean she doesn't care for them or miss spending time with them. Maybe tonight will be a good opportunity to reconnect and strengthen those bonds once more.

With a small sigh, Amelia finally gets up from Hector's lap. "Well," she says with false cheerfulness, "I should probably go freshen up before they get here." She walks over to the bathroom, her hips swaying subtly with each step, and disappears inside. As the door closes behind her, she leans against it for a moment, taking in a deep breath to calm herself down. It's going to be a long night...

Once everyone had left and the house was finally quiet, Amelia led Hector to their bedroom. The moonlight streamed in through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room as she slowly undressed, letting each article of clothing fall to the floor in a sensual dance. Naked at last, she climbed onto the bed, her body gleaming in the dim light like polished marble.

Hector followed suit, his gaze fixed on Amelia's curvaceous figure as he stripped down to nothing but his boxers. She watched hungrily as he joined her on the bed, their bodies inches apart but still aching for more contact. With a slow smile curving her lips, she reaches out and traces a fingertip along his chest, drawing tiny circles around his nipple before running it down his abs and finally dipping lower to tease him through his boxers.

Her touch ignites a spark within him that spreads through his entire body like wildfire. Hector groans low in his throat, arching up off the bed and into her hand. He looks down at Amelia, eyes burning with desire as she teases and taunts him so expertly. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely, reaching out to grab her wrist and still her movements.

Their gazes meet, full of need and passion. For a moment, neither of them moves, held captive by the intensity of the moment. And then, finally, Hector's resolve crumbles beneath the weight of their desire and he lunges forward, pressing his body against hers. His lips find hers in a hungry kiss that quickly descends into a fierce battle for dominance as they claw and bite at each other's skin.

Three long hours later, Amelia and Hector lie spent in the crumpled sheets of their bed. The air around them is heavy with the scent of sweat and sex, and their bodies are still quivering from the intensity of their lovemaking. A soft pink flush stains Amelia's cheeks as she blushes at the memory of all they've done together; it feels both shameful and glorious at the same time.

She turns to face Hector, studying his sleeping features intently. In the moonlight, he looks younger than ever, his lips parted in a small O shape as if he might speak in his dreams. She cannot help but smile tenderly at him, her heart full of love and gratitude for this man who has changed her life so completely. As she watches him sleep, she decides that from now on, there will be no more secrets between them; they will face everything together, as one.

As she watches him sleep, the warmth in her chest spreads until it fills every part of her being. Turning to face him, she presses a gentle kiss against his lips, feeling their softness beneath her own. "I love you too," she whispers, tracing lazy circles on his chest with her fingertip. "And I promise you... tonight was just the beginning." A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of all the amazing things they still have left to discover together.

They have a whole new life ahead of them, one filled with love and trust and endless possibilities. And as they lie there in the quiet darkness of their bedroom, Amelia knows that she will cherish every moment spent with Hector for the rest of her days. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she drifts back off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that everything is finally just as it should be.

The sun streams in through the windows, casting a warm glow over their bed as Amelia stirs slowly awake. She glances over at Hector, taking in his peaceful expression and feeling her heart swell with love. They have spent the night wrapped around each other, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and tenderness that left them both satisfied in ways they'd never thought possible.

As she lies there, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, Amelia can't help but wonder what the day will bring. With Hector by her side, anything feels possible; their future stretches out before them like a blank canvas just waiting to be painted with colors of happiness and love.

Smiling softly, she reaches out and trails her fingers along his jaw, feeling the light stubble there as he sleepily blinks awake. "Good morning," she whispers, leaning in to kiss him before sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. "What would you like to do today?"

I'd love to spend the whole day with you if you're free, we could go out for brunch and maybe see a movie afterwards! Or if you prefer something more low-key, we could just stay home and relax. What would you like to do?

"I can't think of anything I'd rather do," she says with a sigh of contentment, slipping her arms around his waist and pressing herself close against him. "We have the whole day together, after all." With a soft laugh, Amelia nuzzles into his neck, breathing in his unique scent as she nestles herself deeper into their embrace.

She's never felt more at peace or more alive than when she's with Hector, and every moment they spend like this feels like pure bliss. As the hours slip by, Amelia knows that there will be time enough for brunch and movies later; for now, all that truly matters is their togetherness.

Hours pass in a haze of lazy cuddling and soft kisses before the hunger pangs finally become too insistent to ignore. With a grin, Amelia tugs gently on Hector's hand, pulling him toward the kitchen where she has a delicious brunch waiting for them. The smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the air only seems to fuel their desire as they eagerly prepare their meal together, their hands moving in perfect harmony as if they've been practicing for years.

When their meal is finally ready, they sit down at the table together, savoring every bite as they gaze into each other's eyes. There's a comfortable silence between them now, broken only by the occasional chuckle or murmured comment about how good everything tastes. Once they've finished eating, Amelia can feel herself growing more and more restless, aching to return to their bedroom and resume what they started earlier.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she stands up from the table and offers Hector her hand. "Come on," she says playfully, "let's go watch a movie before we take our nap." As soon as he takes her hand, she leads him toward their bedroom, eagerly anticipating the rest of this perfect day spent together.

Their hands clasped together, they walk slowly into their bedroom. The air around them feels charged with anticipation as they pause at the foot of the bed. Amelia looks up at Hector with a mixture of desire and affection in her eyes, silently urging him to take the next step.

His answering gaze is full of promise and heat, his fingers tightening on hers as he follows where she leads. They climb onto the bed together, their bodies settling into a familiar rhythm as they move closer and closer until their lips meet in a searing kiss that speaks volumes without a single word being spoken.

Their hands roam freely over each other's skin, exploring every curve and hollow with gentle fingers before moving faster, more possessive, as the need for closeness grows into something fierce and primal. They roll together, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion that knows no bounds or limitations; it is simply about connection and love and giving everything they have to each other in this moment.

As they lose themselves in the intensity of their lovemaking, Amelia knows with a certainty that there will be many more perfect days like this one ahead of them. Together, she and Hector can conquer anything; their love is unbreakable, and their future is as bright as the sun shining through the windows around them.

Her breath comes faster as they tangle together, skin on skin, flesh on flesh, heartbeat against heartbeat. She feels him growing hard beneath her palm and bites her lip in anticipation of how he'll feel when she wraps her hand around him once more. Their hips grind together, lost in the rhythm of desire as they move closer to the edge, their release near but oh-so far away. Amelia digs her nails into Hector's shoulders, urging him faster, deeper, harder - anything that will bring them both over the edge and back to reality, where nothing exists except for them and the love they share.

Lazily, she stretches beneath the covers, feeling sated and content in a way she's never known before. Hector is still asleep beside her, his breathing soft and even. The afterglow of their lovemaking lingers in the air like a perfume, filling the room with the sweet scent of desire and satisfaction. For a moment, Amelia allows herself to drift back off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that they have each other now and forever.

As she dreams of all the adventures they will share together, a small smile plays on her lips; even in her dreams, Hector is always by her side. The future holds nothing but promise and joy for them, and Amelia knows without a doubt that with him at her side, she can face anything that comes their way.

Her eyes flutter open to the sight of Hector watching her lovingly, his face lit up with a smile that warms her soul. For a moment they just lie there, basking in each other's company, before he leans forward and kisses her tenderly on the lips. "Morning," he whispers against her skin, his voice rough with sleep but full of love.

"Mmhmm," Amelia hums contentedly, wrapping her arms around him. "Good morning to you too." She looks around, taking in the messy bed and their rumpled sheets with a grin. They might not have made it to brunch or the movies today, but she can't think of anything else she'd rather be doing than spending this lazy afternoon curled up together in their bed.

Hector chuckles softly and nuzzles his face against hers, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "I think we deserve a lazy day today," he agrees, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "We can order some room service later, and then maybe take a nap together... sound good?"

Her heart skips a beat at his suggestion; the thought of spending the entire day wrapped up in Hector's arms is enough to make her insides flutter with anticipation. "That sounds perfect," she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before nestling herself even closer against him. As they lie there together like this, lost in each other's embrace, Amelia knows without a doubt that nothing could ever come between them again; their love is unbreakable and eternal, destined to weather any storm that comes their way.

Wiggling slightly until she's seated on Hector's lap, Amelia wraps her arms around his neck and leans in for a long, slow kiss. Her heart races as she feels the heat between them growing even stronger, their bodies pressed together in an achingly familiar way that makes her ache for more. With each passing moment, she is more sure of the depth of her love for him; it's not just lust or passion any longer, but something deep and abiding that transcends words and time itself.

As their lips part, Amelia looks up at Hector with a tender expression, her eyes brimming with emotion. "I love you," she whispers, tracing the outline of his jaw with her fingertip before leaning in to press a soft kiss there. "With all my heart."

Hector smiles warmly down at her, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. "And I love you too," he says quietly, leaning in to press his lips against hers once more. "You are my world, Amelia." His fingers twine with hers as they sit there together, lost in each other's embrace and the feeling that anything is possible when they are together.

Hector's phone buzzes on the bedside table, startling them both out of their intimate moment. Groaning inwardly at the interruption, Amelia watches as he glances down at the screen and sighs heavily before answering it. "Hello?" His voice is gruff with sleep, but he seems to quickly straighten up as whoever's on the other end speaks.

At the news that Hector has been drafted by the Dallas Cowboys, Amelia's eyes widen with excitement and pride. She listens eagerly as he finishes his conversation, her heart swelling at the thought of their future together in Texas. "That's amazing!" she exclaims when he finally hangs up, throwing her arms around him in a joyful embrace. "I'm so proud of you."