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Toi et Moi

A/N - Happy Birthday yesterday @leafs-lover - this is my fic for your birthday celebration. It’s waaaay longer than I had planned (11+k words) but I wanted to try and get some previous ideas pulled together into one fic. This still falls under William Nylander and the reader who is a global super-star in her own right.

I’m sorry - I can only write about Willy Styles for now but I’m starting to have some thirsty thoughts about a handful of other players; I plan to keep broadening my horizons 🙂

I hope you like this regardless.

Warnings: 18+ content, general smut (p in v, oral m receiving), swearing, pregnant reader feeling insecure, discussions of jealousy

November, 2023 - Stockholm

“Fuck….William…” you pant. “Oh…my…god…. – oh no…shit - what time is it?”

“We’re good - we got time” William grunts as he continues to buck his hips, pounding his cock deep into you. “Fuck Y/N….you feel too fuckin’ good”.

You and William finally had a couple of hours to spend alone together after days of him being in the spotlight during the Leafs visit to Stockholm for the NHL Global Series. With the first game against Detroit behind them, William had once again been thrust into the eye of the media hurricane that ensued after his 3 point showing. His goal and two assists helped the Leafs win a come from behind game which only helped to bolster the overall frenzy over William’s (and the other Swedish members from the 4 teams) return to Sweden.

While William, the team, and the WAGs that came along on the trip stayed at a luxury hotel in the city, you opted to stay at the apartment where you and William now consider “home-base” during the off-season; it was the safest bet for you to remain away from the cameras that were all but guaranteed to be following William this week. The apartment is, by far, one of the happiest places on earth for you and you had been looking forward to coming back to it, albeit a a different time of year. The times that William and you have spent together in this space are nothing short of perfection and the present moment, with William underneath you, was certainly no exception.

William’s hands move skilfully around your body as your hips rock back and forth, grinding and forcing his cock deeply inside of you. You catch William watching you; his expression is a mix of deep desire and ultimate pleasure and he smiles at you when your eyes lock on each other.

“Fuck, William….” you sigh as the corners of your lips form a tiny smirk, followed by a full grin. Your mouth drops open as the tip of his cock, coupled with his thick girth, hits the perfect spot while stretching you just right; your walls respond by gripping his cock even tighter. You can feel a fresh release of slickness seep from your core and a distinct groan comes from William as thrusts become faster and harder.

He sits up and kisses you madly; in doing so, you slide further down taking his entire length inside of you. A jolt of pleasure shoots up through your body and you can’t help but to tightly grab a fistful of William’s hair as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. It feels like you - your whole body is dangling from a cliff and you grasp at his body like he’s your only saviour.

What William doesn’t say with words during these moments, he more than makes up for it with a symphony of the most sensual and erotic sounds. Normally every grunt, moan and growl that’s forced through his gritted teeth shows you what you do to him and you, in turn, close your eyes and allow yourself to completely melt into him.

In this moment however, thoughts in your mind begin to converge between feeling the ultimate pleasure with the love of your life and uncertainty that swirls in your mind with William’s new heights with his celebrity.

You desperately try to stay in the moment with William as he sucks on your earlobe, sending another high-voltage shock through your body.

You press your forehead against his jawline and graze your lips against the base of his muscular neck, mouthing the words “I love you” over and over against his skin. You taste the delicious salt of his skin as you leave open mouthed kisses along his shoulder blades and over his collar bone.

William’s strong arms have you fully enveloped, pulling you into him even closer, he pumps his cock upwards into you. The slapping sound of William driving into you grows even louder, echoing alongside your strained cries throughout the entire apartment. Your ass, tits and thighs give way to the ripple effect of each powerful thrust; your body’s reflection in a nearby full length mirror is on full display and it catches William’s gaze. He watches you in the mirror as you ride and grind his cock with such fervent passion that he loses complete control and erupts deep within you, grunting and groaning with each twitch from the after effects of his orgasm. He holds you in place for a moment, and once his lips find yours again, he kisses you deeply, releasing a long moan into your mouth as his hands glide effortlessly over your glistening skin.

“Shit, I came before you didn’t I?” he said, huffing breathlessly, his lips still pressed against yours. His hands move up to your face, brushing some of your sweaty tendrils away from your face.

He looks at you and smiles; his thumbs lightly stroke the delicate skin on either side of your mouth.

“You’re so fucking unbelievably beautiful…”

You bashfully smile, looking down from his gaze…your eyes landing on the shine of his thick chain around his broad neck. “So are you,” you said softly.

You can feel William’s cock softening, still inside of you. His seed begins to drip from your entrance but he remains holding you in place on top of his lap.

“You ok? I know we don’t have a ton of time right now to take care of you… but you know I’ll make this up to you, right?” William said gently.

“Mmmm-hmmm…you know you give me multiple orgasms regularly…I think I can let this one go” you said jokingly, followed by a soft kiss on his mouth.

“But are you doing ok? I know been a fucking circus since I got here…and I know I’m kind of being pulled in all different directions - ”

“William” you gently interrupt him, cupping his face and smiling. “This is such a huge moment for you…for every Swede on all the teams. I’m just so fucking proud of you, I could almost burst. And to watch your family get to see what you do…live…at home in Sweden - it’s fucking amazing. This is a once in a lifetime thing, and I want you to take in as much as you can. Trust me, I’ve loved watching every single moment of what’s happened here.”

William kisses you again, and helps you slide off his lap, murmuring words of love to you. He helps you onto your side, his arms wrap around you and you nestle your face into his chest.

“I sort of wish our relationship was more out in the open now though - I feel bad that you’re always sort of in the background and not out taking pictures with me” William confessed.

Since you and William officially began dating, both of your ultra-private tendencies kicked into high gear. It’s not always been easy; when William is asked about any part of his personal life, he averts spilling any details except for a few crumbs about Pablo and Banksy, friends and family. You have done the same during interviews and have become a master at giving answers with no real details associated with them. It’s worked well for the most part, allowing your relationship to flourish without being under a microscope. You were able to date, move in together, become engaged, get pregnant and married without a whiff to anyone that didn’t respect your right to privacy. Up to this point, neither of you seemed to be in a rush to make your joint lives public; you both lived by the adage “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and it has led to a happy and harmonious life so far.

Until now, that is.

Prior to arriving in Sweden, you thought long and hard about remaining in the background during the week, despite being involved in some of the more publicized events that would occur during the week. You were one of the primary investors in the “Börje” docuseries that was premiering early in the week, however, you opted to be dropped off at the back entrance of the theatre, while William, his teammates and his family took pictures together in the front. It was during these photo ops that William began to feel very strongly that no matter the recourse with the media and the public, he wanted you next to him.

You had also begun to wish you hadn’t covered-up and protected your relationship as much as you had now. One of the biggest moments of his life, and you, his wife, pregnant with your first child, was nowhere to be seen, at least not in the pictures. You had desperately wanted the attention to remain on the teams at the Global Series, but it now seemed with the sacrifice of your own making, it appeared like you did not exist in his life at all. You had always thought it was not the “outside world’s” business to know about the details of your personal life but now, to be able to stand with William as part of his world, meant more than keeping everything under wraps.

The nights were even lonelier, leaving William at the hotel and you returning to the apartment without him. While you were exhausted most of the time, too many thoughts derived from some of your deepest insecurities started to bounce around in your mind, keeping you awake for far too long.

The pregnancy lately only exacerbated those insecurities. Prior to leaving for Sweden, you had driven William to one of his last practices and hung out with some of the staff while the team was on the ice.

While at the rink, you relaxed as you waited leaning back in your chair with your feet up on another, Mitch came into the lounge afterward bellowing a “whoa! Big Momma’s in the house! Tone - hey - …c’mere for a sec.”

Auston enters the room giving you his normal shit-eating grin.

“Doesn’t she look bigger than yesterday?”

You look at Mitch, your mouth slightly agape, trying to process what in the tom-fuck he’s got going on in his brain, only able to shake your head at the comment.

Auston tries to stifle a chuckle and turns to Mitch “She looks like she’s gonna fuckin kick your ass dude”.

“What? Well - maybe not bigger…more like thicker…”

Mitch’s comment wouldn’t have bothered you so much if, let’s say, you hadn’t sat in the corner of your massive walk-in closet, hating how you looked in every single item of clothing (that still fit) the night before.

“That’s essentially the same thing as being bigger - Jesus Mitch” you chuckle.

“You still look good though….look, I was just saying the baby’s getting bigger…” Mitch trails off, trying not to sound too defensive.

You get up from the chair. “Awh, Mitchy…it’s all good. Big Momma still loves you” you said, patting him on the shoulder before walking out of the room. You overhear Auston chuckling at Mitch saying “you’re such an idiot”.

You see Max (Domi) and give him a quick hug before heading into the washroom for some solitude. It was these little moments in time - the little innocuous comments that weren't meant to be hurtful but just came out wrong - that badly skewed your perception of yourself when you allowed them to. Being a performer, with all of its perks - it had dented your self-esteem in ways that you yourself are still trying to comprehend, even after all of these years.

Now that you are in Sweden, you’re acutely aware that there are an impossible number of beautiful women (yes - a Shoresey reference) just in Stockholm alone, and have yourself convinced that 99.9% of them want your husband. The way that your mind played out the scenario is that William might want a little taste on the side too.

“Y/N? Did I lose you or something” William chuckles.

You look up at him and all of his handsome features and suddenly, you feel a pin-prick feeling from your eyes as a tear threatens to fall from the corner.

You hesitated saying anything for a few moments but quickly realized your emotions were getting the better of you. “Fuck…we don’t have time for this” you quietly said, trying to discreetly wipe your eyes.

“It’s ok - we’ve got time…out with it, what’s going on?”

You mentally joke that William has said ‘we got time’ already when he was balls deep in you so your radar is now up…he probably has no idea at all.

You paused a bit longer, gathering your thoughts together.

“I don’t know…I’ve got all of this stupid shit running through my head lately. I’m trying to get a hold of it but it’s really kind of fucking with me”.

You try and not let out a sob and try to stop the tears.

“Try not to judge me for thinking this….every time that I see a beautiful girl within 100 feet of you, I think you’re going to ditch me and run off with her….and given we're here, in the fucking land of the beautiful people…I just can’t get a grip….it’s driving me mental…”, you said, a tiny smile forms through your tears.

William chuckled lightly.

“Please don’t get me wrong - I do love to see all the attention, all the recognition - all the outpouring of love for you this week. All those times your character was completely ripped apart in the media coming out of Toronto…it made my blood boil. I always thought ‘if those people only knew…if they could really see you - how gifted of a player you are, how hard you work, and how good of a person you are…they’d just shut the fuck up’. But now….I don’t know…I guess now that everyone else has caught up to what your people already knew…and I hate myself a little for saying this but everything seems like it’s completely different now. I’m feeling so uneasy about all of this…like maybe you’re going to want to be single again…maybe go on a bit of a sex bender, have a different taste of the week…something like that.”

As long as William had known you, he had always been perplexed about the level of self-doubt you had, but seldom revealed. He could never quite figure out where it all stemmed from. You were exceptionally talented, hugely successful, extremely intelligent, and had a heart as deep as an ocean. You were amazing to your family and friends. William often mused that he has never been loved so passionately by a partner, nor had someone that was so openly devoted to him.

All of this, and you were a total knock-out; an absolutely stunning beauty. William would sometimes lie there quietly as you slept and just watch you breathe. He tried not to disturb you but as always, he would give into the urge to glide his hand over and around your stomach; his fingers lightly and slowly trailing past your belly-button, and ever so delicately, his middle finger would touch the top of your slit. His tongue would create a glossy trail along the curve of your breast and would move eagerly to your pointed nipple, lapping and swirling around the peak until he heard the moans escape from your mouth.

It’s through these moments, touching you - the constant urge of knowing he had to have you, when William hoped you could feel how deep his love for you is. Spending countless hours, with him talking into your forehead and you into his chest (simply because neither of you were willing to break free from your embrace) he felt you letting your guard down and any doubts kicking around in your head would dissolve.

Tears were beginning to fall steadily, saturating William’s chest. You hated these moments when you were feeling so vulnerable, especially about William.

You continued, speaking softly. “It’s all the changes that are going to happen once Little One arrives. Just picture it…after the baby’s born….how are you going to feel when you get home from a long road trip and I’m a grumpy mess and the baby’s crying and the dogs are barking, and there’s no food in the house and there’s just shit…everywhere. This is what greets you when you walk in? What happens if this…your new home life…drives you to feeling like you want to get out…escape back to your single life…and the first thing you end up doing is diving between some model’s thighs who slipped into your DM’s…”, you lament.

You finally say “It’s just…with all of this" rubbing the roundness of your belly, “I just don't want to do any of this without you…and I’m having trouble shaking these thoughts,” your voice sounding small, filled with anguish.

William pulled you in even closer, your head rising and falling on his chest with each breath he took. The wetness from your tears had pooled, trapped between your cheek and William’s chest. You lift your head, wiping his chest off with your hand and softly pressed kisses along his skin before burying your face back into his body.

“Look Y/N, I get it. I totally do. I maybe never said it but I sometimes feel sorta the same thing. Like, when we were at Lollapalooza, you were up there on stage with all these rock star guys just killin’ it. I could see the way the guys looked at you, like they were in awe of you. Like they worshipped you in a way. I admit it, I got jealous. Like really fucking jealous. I didn’t know the bands or the songs - fuck, even Linus and Sandy were singing along - I guess I felt like a bit of an idiot. Like maybe you deserved a lot better than me”. William plants a long kiss on the top of your head.

William continued; “I know this stuff scares you and you’re spinning all of these worst case scenarios…do you really believe I’m just going to walk away from you, from our baby, from this life just to fuck other pretty girls? And I know you’re going to say that it happens all the time…and yeah, it does. But there’s also couples that are perfect for one another. I think that’s you and me.”

William lifts your left hand so it’s within your view. He thumbs your engagement ring that is nestled alongside your wedding band.

“Toi et Moi…” William said, bringing your hand to his lips. The duality of the reference makes your heart melt; for you, it not only alludes to the two-stone design of the ring, but the memory those three words hold.

*flashback to July, 2022*

William had first seen the Toi et Moi design vacationing with you and his family in Saint Tropez in the off-season the year prior. The trip itself was one of the gifts you have given him for his 26th birthday; a trip anywhere he wanted with whomever he wanted. Once the shock of your generous gift wore off, he barely needed to even think about it; William chose the French Riviera with the most important people in his life.

A few days into the vacation, parents Camilla and Michael departed for a day alone at the beach, followed by a trip to the open air market. William and Alex had ventured into town while you and the sister contingent of his family stayed back at your villa, relaxing in the sun by the pool.

The brothers meandered through the streets amongst the many tourists that flocked to the stunning French coastline during the summer. The trip had been the perfect antidote for Alex; he had recently broken up with his girlfriend and had been testy and grouchy ever since. Alex was in his element now, being surrounded by beautiful girls in short summer dresses, and he embraced his singledom wholeheartedly. William ribbed his brother incessantly as Alex was constantly swivelling his head around to survey each girl as they passed by. They continued on to the shops and cafes that dotted the waterfront, chatting about nothing but laughing at everything.

They stopped at Cafe de Paris which had a street level patio with an amazing view of the port. The deep blue sky was completely cloudless and save for all the yachts in the harbour, it was hard to distinguish where the water ended and the sky began.

Once seated under the outdoor canopy, Alex removes his sunglasses and soaks in the view.

“Fuuuuuck….look at this. This…is pretty incredible, no?”

“Yeah, this whole trip has been amazing. Y/N was a little nervous about going on her first Nylander family vacation but I think it’s going pretty good”, William said while taking in the view.

“I still can’t believe she gave you a trip…a trip for your entire family…just for your birthday. Fuck dude…it’s not even a ‘big’ birthday”, Alex teases. “Man, I don’t know what you must do to her….”

William laughs his trademark laugh.

“Scratch that. I know what you do to her…I’ve heard you two going at it more than once”, Alex said, dripping with sarcasm and rolling his eyes.

“Bit bitter, eh?” William chuckles at his brother’s sour expression.

“Fuck, c’mon man….” Alex said, leaning back in his seat. “It’s hard not to be a little envious….your girlfriend - she’s famous as fuck, stunning as fuck, rich as fuck. You’re pretty fucking greedy….you know that?” Alex backhands William’s upper arm.

William laughs even harder.

“She’s also kind as fuck, funny as fuck, talented as fuck, and smart as fuck too…she picked me after all. It’s the Nylander charm….”, William goads him on, as he backhands Alex’s arm in return. “Maybe you should try it some time….”

“Low blow fucker… I’ve heard enough out of you” Alex deadpans, followed by a smirk.

The banter dissipates as they both peruse the drink menu.

“Ohhhhh yeah….Porn Star Martini” William chuckles.

“Yeah…it figures you’d go for that, pornstar…seems fitting” Alex said sardonically, his lips curling into a smile afterward.

“You might want to think about ordering a couple - maybe you need to up your game a little with the laaa-dies”, William said, tongue in cheek.

“Oh my God William - fuuuuuck off….” Alex said, shaking his head.

The server arrives at their table and William orders the drinks for both he and Alex. The men had decided on a lunch full of rich French fare; Baked Mussels, Croque-Monsieur and Beef Tartar.

The Martinis are going down pretty easy so Alex tells the server to keep them coming. They have nowhere specific to be, at least not for the next few hours, so they settle in for a relaxed afternoon. The conversation is typical; they trade notes on their sister’s boyfriends (potential or otherwise), gossip about mutual friends and their ongoing sagas, family drama, and about what the next hockey season may bring. They continue to people-watch - mostly girls (William’s not really looking - not that much anyway - just helping his brother out) that are out shopping or out sunbathing on the yachts that are moored at the marina.

After lunch and a few too many beverages, Alex and William decide to move on, needing a walk to sober them up a little. They take their time strolling along Rue François Sibilli and window-shop the luxury boutiques to see if there’s anything intriguing to buy.

As they continue to wind their way along the narrow streets, William’s phone buzzes with a notification - a text from his sister, Stephanie. A picture of you and William’s parents appears, standing around the island of the gourmet kitchen in the villa. You and Michael appear to be prepping food, and Camilla is standing and watching; all of you seem to be mid-laugh. There are half-full wine glasses near each of you.

William is entranced by the photo, his heart feels like it could burst with happiness.

William turns to Alex and shows Alex the picture that Stephanie sent. Alex smiles faintly saying “Awh…great picture”. Alex leans in closer and reads Stephanie’s text [in Swedish] “I hope you marry her so we can keep her. Or we can just vote Alex off the island and she take his spot”

“Real fucking nice - she’s getting chucked in the pool for that one”, Alex’s slight irritation showing. William had missed seeing the text, and giggled once he read it. He felt a little bad for Alex, but he laughed at the expression on his face anyway.

“I was going to do this after we all got home after our trips but…I think I want to get Y/N something now from the family to say thank-you to her”.

“Yeah - good idea…..what would she be into - what do you think she’d like?” Alex asked.

“That’s the problem. I could show up with an old t-shirt of mine wrapped in a paper bag and she’d be over the moon….”, William said. “Well, maybe not that as a thank you for spending thousands of dollars on our family but you know what I mean…she’s seriously like that though”, William confided. “I don’t know…I want to get her something that’s really special…something that will always make her remember her first vacation with me…with all of us”.

“Ha - you are so fucking whipped….” Alex said jokingly as William shot him a warning glance

Alex put up his hands in defence “Don’t get all pissy - I was going to say that she really is awesome...Mom, Dad, the rest of the family - including me…before I get voted off, that is - she seems to fit right in. You’re lucky….considering what everyone thought about my last girlfriend, I can tell you that it REALLY fucking sucks to have Mom and Dad disapprove, let alone anyone else in the family.”

Alex nods in the direction of a jewellery store. “Get her some jewellery. Fuck, you cannot go wrong with that”, Alex said.

They enter the small but elegant boutique, and are greeted by a stylish and attractive young woman. Her smile widens at the gorgeous Swedes, unintentionally blushing when they return the smile.

In a demure voice, with a hint of seduction and a distinct French accent, she asks if the men speak English. They respond yes, and just to catch her attention, Alex adds “Oui” after he responds. It was a small gesture but it worked…Alex had no trouble getting her to focus on him. Alex sees from her name tag that her name is Eloise and commits it to his memory.

“What can I help the gentlemen with today?” Eloise asks sweetly.

“Bonjour, Eloise…that’s such a beautiful name” Alex said, appearing more smitten by the second. “My - my brother’s looking for a gift for his girlfriend”.

Eloise looks at William, and a wide smile appears on her face “You are brothers - ah oui, I can see it now!” she giggles.

The group chuckles and Eloise smiles at Alex “Je m’excuse…excuse me - un moment” she turns as she heads through a door leading into the backroom of the store. The brothers begin to look at the brilliant pieces though the display cases while they hear Eloise faintly talking to someone else in French.

Eloise reappears with another woman, more mature in years than Eloise but equally as beautiful. Eloise introduces the other associate as Juliette and explains Juliette will be assisting William, while Eloise helps Alex. It was obvious it was a ploy for Eloise’s attention to remain solely on Alex, and Alex did not mind one bit.

Juliette motions for William to take a seat in one of the plush chairs in front of a glass display case. She introduces herself and William does the same. The two make small talk which flows easily. Eventually the pair shoot a glance toward Eloise and Alex and jointly chuckle. On the surface, Alex and Eloise appeared to just be looking at different selections of jewellery but their body language told a completely different story. You could see the temperature rising between them every time they shared a mere glance at one another.

Juliette turns back to William and begins to ask questions about what he’s looking for.

“Eloise tells me you are looking for a gift for your girlfriend…how very lovely,” Juliette gently said, smiling. “Is it a gift for a special occasion? Birthday? Anniversaire - oh, quel est le mot…your Anniversary?”

“It’s meant to be a thank you from me and my family. She gave us all a trip here to Saint Tropez and I wanted to give her something special to show how much this meant to me…and well, to my family too.” William explains.

“Mon Dieu, that’s wonderful…” Juliette smiled brightly. “Bien sur, of course…I will help you choose something perfect for your love. Can you tell me a little more about what she might like? Diamonds or Gemstones? Colour of Gold? Things like that.”

“I’m actually more into jewellery than she is, I think. I’m really into David Yurman and have been since my Mom gave my brother and I these chains when we were little. So - um, I’m a little more flashy when it comes to jewellery than her” William smiles. “When I have seen her wear something for a long period of time, it’s mostly because it has a sentimental meaning behind it.”

“Have you been together for a long time?” Juliette asks.

William thinks for a moment. “Well, we’ve really only been an ‘official’ couple since last fall, but we’ve known each other since 2016. It took us a really, really long time to finally be able to be together. It’s a long story.” William said with a grin. “She’s a pretty amazing girl”.

Juliette smiles at William. She can hear it in his voice that he is very much in love.

“I’m so happy to hear that…I can hear how much you care for her.” Juliette said warmly.

William glances at Eloise and Alex for a moment and laughs to himself at the sight of them; flirting is in full swing between the two with doe eyes being exchanged. He thinks that’s exactly how you and him look at each other, with the big difference being that he wants you for his forever, not for just a “perfect for right now”.

Having already discussed a budget (which William wasn’t interested in setting any kind of dollar limit), Juliette begins to bring pieces from various collections for William to view. She lays the velvet boards out in front of him and smiles to herself when she sees his eyes grow wide and bright at the options presented.

“Oh…wow…this one is interesting. There’s something really unique about it…” William’s eyes dance as he looks intently at the details of the diamond necklace laid before him.

“Ah oui - yes, that necklace is a very special piece and is part of the ‘Toi et Moi’ collection, meaning ‘You and Me’ en anglais..in English. The design has historical importance, especially here in France. In the 18th century, Napoleon presented Josephine with the very first ‘Toi et Moi’ ring, which we have in various styles in another case over there. As with this necklace, two lovers are represented by each diamond, and the design, the stones being set together as they are here, represents the two loves meeting,” Juliette explains. “Toi et Moi - You and Me….it’s very romantic, no?”

“It’s perfect” William said, running his fingers over the white gold setting and along each of the diamonds. “I know she’ll love it….the history of it even….she’s even fluent in French, so the whole France/Napoleon connection is awesome.”

“Oh, ma coeur, a girl after my own heart…that is lovely! A very strong and loving connection, that is what I see you two have, so this necklace is the essence of you both.”

Juliette couldn’t help it but William had already endeared himself to her. She could feel his utter devotion to you, and it resonated with Juliette deeply. She had found the very same thing with her late husband and to see William speak about you so adoringly, her heart felt full knowing that kind of pure love still existed.

“I will definitely take the necklace, and I see there’s a bracelet too….I’d like both please.”

William looked toward the other display case. “Can you show me a Toi et Moi ring?” he asked.

William's heart momentarily raced at the thought of looking at a ring for you, let alone an engagement ring…although, he knew it wasn’t the right time to propose to you, not just yet. It wasn’t because he was unsure about wanting to be with you; he wanted the two of you to experience more of day to day life together and hopefully move in together for the coming season.

Juliette brought a small selection of the rings to William and explained how the rings could be completely customized.

Eloise looked over at Juliette as she handed one of the rings to William to inspect.

“Ohhh! Alex…ton frѐre…is he looking at engagement rings?” Eloise gasped lightly with a wide grin.

Alex’s eyes darted toward William as he stood there holding the ring between his thumb and index finger.

“William…wait, are you serious?” Alex said, his serious tone apparent.

“Don’t freak out, I was just looking. The design of the ring is crazy…it’s perfect. After everything we went through, I don’t think there’s any other ring that comes close to actually being ‘us’... this one definitely does. When it’s time, I think this is what I want to give to her”,

“Phew…ok. Yeah - it’s really beautiful.” Alex looks back towards Eloise, relief washing over his face. Eloise giggles at Alex’s expression and they resume with their flirtations which are more apparent now.

Juliette and William chat while she places the pieces in the individual velvet boxes which William requested. The bracelet, he decides, will be from the family but the necklace, he’s planning on giving that to you separately when you’re alone later on that evening. He’s fairly certain that it’s all you’ll be wearing once he places it around your neck, and he can feel himself harden slightly with the thought.

Once he settles the invoice, William and Juliette exchange a quick embrace and warmly bid their thank you’s and goodbyes. Juliette quietly reminded William that if you and he ever find themselves back in Saint Tropez next summer to come and visit her, she would be so thrilled to meet you.

Alex, having already snagged Eloise’s number, flashes her a brilliant smile and quietly said “Call you later” followed by a wink. Eloise’s cheeks are flushed with a red hue - a knowing smile formed on her lips, followed by “à bientôt, Alex”.

The men departed the store, both grinning like two idiots, totally in love - or lust depending on the brother. If they had managed to sober up at all after lunch, you couldn’t really tell at this point…both seemed to be almost reeling, beaming with their own individual images in their minds of what the coming evening might hold.

William takes in some of the scenery on the way back to Villa Margarido. The cab ride thankfully is quick as a nervous-excitement begins to build in William’s stomach. He has given you gifts before, but this set - these specific pieces - mean something so much more. It’s undeniable now, he knows what he wants his future with you to look like.

The driver was pleasant and friendly, and given the kind of afternoon the brothers had, they tipped him generously - excessively even. The driver thanked them profusely, secretly hoping to have them as repeat clients. William and Alex’s mood continued to elevate as they breezed through the glass front entrance doors, stopping only for William to tuck his purchases away, and they made their way towards the lively conversations taking place on the large poolside terrace.

Despite the dinner hour approaching, the hot July sun still hangs in the cloudless, azure skies and is nowhere close to setting. Light permeates every square inch of one of the spacious, white living rooms embellished with red accents throughout, which bordered the expansive and modern kitchen. The private chef that was included for the duration of the week, Marco, greets Alex and William with fist bumps and animated repartee. You had all established with Marco when you arrived that you wanted him to feel like an extended member of the family, which seemed to suit Marco’s personality just fine.

William peered over the island to see the multiple creations that Marco had in store for tonight’s multi-course dinner. Hunger pangs hit William suddenly, and he sneaks a piece of grilled homemade focaccia with cherry tomato and fresh burrata. Marco catches him in the act and with a strong Italian accent, he tells William his hockey career will be over if he does it again. Marco erupts in laughter, as does William while complimenting the chef with his mouth full. They leave the chef to continue with his prep work and make their way out to the large, light stone terrace.

William spots you sitting beside Camilla and Michael; Camilla is stretched out on a lounge chair and Michael sits at the end on the same chair, tenderly rubbing her calves and feet. The three sisters are wading in the pool as they discuss the scandals of late in the competitive world of women’s tennis and within their respective circle of friends. You seemingly had just gotten out of the pool, your toned and tanned body still had water beading on your chest and arms as it dripped down from your long, slicked back hair.

Two thoughts converged in William’s mind; the first thought being that nothing could make him happier than seeing you relaxing with his parents and thoroughly enjoying each other’s company, and the second thought, he wished you two were alone so he could throw you over his shoulder, stretch you out on the nearest comfortable surface and go completely feral on you. ‘Fuck’ William thought to himself as he scanned your features, willing the uprising in his shorts to calm down.

Everyone’s attention redirects to Alex and William’s arrival, the conversations now switch to greetings. The men walk around the pool’s edge towards you and his parents and the questions start flying about how their day was. The three sisters wade to the opposite edge of the pool, propping their elbows up on the warm stone to allow them to participate in the conversation.

Alex spots Stephanie; he discreetly dips his foot into the pool and in one swift motion, he flicks water in her face. Before she can complain, Alex cuts her off with a low “vote me off the island…you’ll go before me there, sunshine”.

The two other girls in the pool splash water back at Alex, missing him by a mile. He sets down his things on a table close by while greeting you and his parents. Giggles and laughter erupt when Alex suddenly rips his shirt off and with shorts and flip flops on still, does a cannonball into the water and promptly bombards Stephanie with the miniature tsunami that the jump, and his frame, generated.

Whoops and hollers echo all around and even Marco came out from the kitchen onto the upper balcony to chime in when he heard the commotion. You laughed and applauded at the sibling chaos, and finally afterward, you were able to cast your eyes on your beloved man. Your gaze meets Williams, followed by wide grins and soft hellos. Your heart already racing, William leans over and kisses you gently. He tastes so exquisite that you are desperate to slide your tongue against his, but not with his parents and siblings as an audience. You cradle his face with one hand, and quietly ask, while his face is still close to yours, if he had a good day. “Very, very good” was William’s response as leaned in for one more kiss. You place a dry towel for him to sit down on the lounge chair with you, and as he sits, you and Camilla resume chatting. William began telling the three of you about the super yachts that he saw at the port, where they went for lunch and what they had, and how girl crazy Alex seems to be here. Camilla and Michael look at each other with a knowing smile and then chuckle at William.

He was just about to mention Alex meeting Eloise but he stopped himself, not wanting to give away the location of where they met her. You saw him stifle himself but you quickly looked past it as he continued to answer more questions about his day.

Marco reappears on the upper deck and in his booming voice announces that dinner will begin in an hour. The group all shout thank-you’s back and Marco bows down in an exaggerated, grandiose manner.

You finish your water and the remainder of your cocktail while the surrounding conversations begin to wind down. Having multiple layers of sunscreen baked onto your skin throughout the day, you’re looking forward to a warm shower, preferably not alone, before dinner is served.

You excuse yourself, being the first to retreat to your room. William helps you gather a few things and explains that he needs to talk with his parents for a couple of minutes and he’ll be in soon. You kiss him softly on the cheek and affectionately tell the group you will see them at dinner as you depart.

You enter the villa and see Marco working away in the kitchen like a conductor in front of an orchestra. The aroma of the various dishes that everyone will be enjoying this evening fills the air, and with wide eyes, you simply say “Oh my gosh, Braaaavo Marco” praising him and his incredible talents as a chef. As you walk by the floor to ceiling windows that look out over the pool and terrace, you see the Nylander family gathered around William while he speaks. It’s none of your business but there’s something…it’s not quite suspicious or unsettling…but whatever intuition you’ve been bestowed is giving you a funny feeling in your stomach that the discussion might very well be about you.

You softly pad across the bedroom while thoughts swirl around in your mind, wondering what Wiliam was talking about with his family. 'It’s none of your business' you tell yourself as you undress and step into the walk-in shower in the ensuite of your bedroom.

You turn on the shower, the rainfall shower head envelops you in streams of warm water. Exhaling deeply, you lean your head back as the water gently pulsates against your face. You slick back your long curly hair which is now stretched out and hangs low, touching the cheeks of your ass.

You hear William enter the bedroom and shortly thereafter, he appears at the ensuite door wearing just his shorts. He watches you with keen interest, a small grin appears on his face once you spot him.

You gather your ample breasts in your hands, not really doing much to cover them, looking at him with a look of faux sheepishness on your face.

“Um, excuse me….have we met?” you look at him with a slight grin.

“Oh…we’ve met…” William said cheekily. He removes his shorts, his cock already appearing rigid. He steps into the shower and his hands waste no time encircling your waist, landing on your round ass, pulling you into him.

“You sure?” you say, teasingly.

Your hands release your breasts, your nipples hard and protruding against William’s chest. You glide your fingertips down from his shoulders, along his biceps, around to his lower back, finally settling your hands on his muscular backside. You scan his face as you gently sway your hips so the area above the slit of your pussy comes into contact with his penis. Your flesh brushes against the tip of his cock and incites a low groan from his mouth. You feel the growing pressure of his erection against you and instinctively, you bite your lower lip as your own pressure intensifies between your thighs.

Your eyes are fixed on his mouth, the natural and sensual curves of his lips beg for a slow and passionate kiss. William lowers his head, your mouths almost connecting, breathing each other in before succumbing to your primal urges. Your kiss is deep and passionate, the longing you’ve had for William all day is now being unleashed and is completely untamed. Hands begin to feverishly grasp at each other as the water streams over your interlaced bodies. The taste of William’s mouth further ignites your already desperate need to devour all of him.

It’s the second time today William felt intoxicated. God, he needed you so badly. The way your body felt pressed against his drove him wild; it always has. The moans that escaped your lips alongside your murmurs in his ear of loving, wanting and needing him so much, nearly put him off balance.

You break from the kiss, your mouth descending down his body, leaving a trail of licks and kisses from his jawline, down over his neck, across his collarbones, and down toward his torso. You worked your way further down his body, turning him around so the water from the shower is hitting his back. You are on your knees now, his fully erect dick right in your line of sight, ready for the taking.

“It looks like Wild Bill is happy to see me,” you purr as your lips ghost the tip of his cock. Nicknames weren’t necessarily your thing, but one night in his bed, early on in your sex-plorations with William, the name ‘Wild Bill’ rolled off your tongue in reference to his cock after he had made you cum so hard that you thought you might pass out.

You looked up at Williiam as he mutters “Fuck” , leaning his head back under the steady stream of water, his cock now throbbing with the anticipation of your next move.

Torturously slow, you gently take the tip of his dick in your mouth. As the taste of William’s pre-cum hits your tongue, the nerve-endings throughout your pussy are electrified. Streams of water continue to flow down his body, weaving paths along the protruding veins of his thick member.

You run your hands up the back of his calves and then further up to his muscular thighs. You’re in complete awe of his body as you caress the intricate designs of his muscle mass in his legs, his ass and that fucking perfect “V” on his lower torso. As your hands continue to walk over his lower body, your long tongue continues to lap and stroke the head of his cock, encouraging more of the pearlized fluid to seep from the tip.

William was starting to lose control. You heard a strained moan and could feel the muscles in his body tighten and compress. Your right hand firmly grips him around the girth of his beautiful thick cock and you guide it into your mouth. Your tongue naturally moves along the underside of his shaft, and you accept his full length into your mouth again and again. Your hand stroking and manipulating his shaft and balls compliment the expert work done by your mouth. William clenches his jaw while a series of indiscernible words, possibly in Swedish, pour out of his mouth.

“Jesus….fucking….Christ…Y/N…fuuuuck” WIlliam stammers as he begins to buck his hips to a faster rhythm. More and more, you taste his arousal on your tongue. You raise your body up slightly while remaining on your knees, your mouth never leaving his member. The slight change in angle as you continue to work his manhood is marked by a long agonizing growl from his mouth. One of William’s hands clutches a mass of your wet hair while the other hand presses against the marble wall of the shower for stability. William’s thighs begin to twitch and his hips continue to pump his cock into your mouth in rapid, shallow movements.

“Shit, Y/N - I’m cumming!” William bellows as he grabs the back of your head and fully erupts into your mouth; you allow the thick streams of his cum to slide down your throat. Your hands are splayed on his hips, your fingertips press into his flesh as the involuntary jerking motions from his powerful orgasm subsides. You gently grab the base of his penis to hold it steady as you slowly withdraw him from your mouth. You hold the weight of his cock gingerly in your hand as you gaze up at him, smiling innocently. His soaking wet hair has fallen forward as his head hangs, his chin towards his chest, allowing the water to hit the back of his neck. His breathing is almost back to normal as he opens his eyes and sees you still kneeling in front of him.

William extends his hands to you, interlacing your fingers with his, giving you some extra leverage as you stand up. He wraps his strong arms around you and angles his head into the crook of your neck, the warm water creating a steam bath of sorts.

“You’re incredible, Y/N” William said as he grazes his lips along your neck, up toward your ear.

Knowing you were left without any kind of release for yourself, William tells you how he’s got something special planned for you later on this evening. Despite the warmth of the shower, his low voice purring in your ear sends a shiver down your spine, your clit now aching for his attention. You kiss him, moaning softly as your tongues connect while your hands continue to follow the expanse of each other’s bodies.

Sensing Wild Bill is getting aroused again, as well as yourself, you affectionately remind William that dinner’s going to be ready soon, and you don’t want to advertise to everyone what you two have been up to by arriving to the table late.

“We could skip dinner,” William said, raising an eyebrow as he hands you the shampoo for your hair.

“Mmmmm….I know it’d be totally worth it, but I’m fucking starving now…did you see what Marco made?” you smiled.

“I swiped one of those burrata things…it was pretty fucking good” William said before he’s immerses himself back under the shower head to rinse.

You stood there for a moment, finally responding with “You’re lucky he didn’t break one of your fingers for doing that you know” you quip.

William decided not to mention the (empty) threat Marco made about ending his hockey career after he lifted one of his creations. In true Willy Styles form, William simply responded “Nah…he loves me”. A wide grin appears on your face as you shake your head. You don’t say anything else; you’ve known William long enough to know when he’s harmlessly stretching the truth.

You and William quickly finish showering, both of you stealing little kisses and touches while chatting about various moments throughout the day.

You were trying to decide on something fairly simple to wear when William motions toward a white off-the-shoulder shirt, suggesting for you to ‘show off your tan’. You grab the shirt and match it with a long and flowy white cotton skirt accented with lace embroidery and some simple low-heeled cross-tie sandals. You tie your long locks into a low, loose bun at the nape of your neck, allowing some tendrils of hair to fall, framing your face. William looks amazing as usual in just a nice t-shirt and shorts. You curl your toes when he comes up behind you as you open the door to exit your bedroom, the scent of his cologne literally making you weak in the knees.

“Jeeeesus, William” you say, turning to face him. You start nuzzling his neck and you wrap your arm around his waist, pulling yourself towards him. “Actually, maybe we could skip dinner, or just have it delivered outside here…I can give you more oral pleasure, monsieur William…” you say with a heavy French accent. You smile mischievously while William rubs his hand over his face, and follows by a barely audible “fuck me…”. The two of you take a deep breath, intertwine your fingers and head out to the outdoor dining area, miraculously right on time.

Everyone, including Marco, are seated at the table; the soft lightning further deepens the sun-kissed skin tones of the smiling faces that greet you and William.

The dinner conversations, as they always are at a Nylander gathering, are lively and animated and full of laughter. You and Marco being the only non-relatives sitting at the table revelled in their family dynamic and ate up their stories as voraciously as the divine food.

At the end of the multiple course dinner, you could hear the collective sigh of pure contentment and satisfaction from the group. You stood up and raised your glass, proposing a toast. The wine had hit you a little more than expected but your words of praise and admiration for Marco and the Nylanders were heart-felt and the expressions on the faces of your audience simply beamed. You sat back in your chair and William leaned in close and kissed you by your ear, sending tingles up your spine. He reached one arm around your waist and pulled you in closer. ‘Ha..he’s tipsy…he’s gonna be such slut tonight in bed’ you thought, chuckling to yourself.

“What’s so funny?” William softly mumbles in your ear.

You shake your head, stifling a grin that eventually breaks wide open. “I’m just happy,” you said quietly.

Before William could respond, Michael rose from his chair.

He raises his glass, eloquently giving accolades to Marco and welcoming him into the Nylander family. The group cheers and glasses clink together; everyone takes a generous sip of their drinks.

“Now, Y/N. I am truly speechless when I think of your generosity. Throughout these past months, when William tells me of all the amazing things you think of doing for him, for his team, for anyone it seems, I am truly awestruck. Camilla and I, the girls, and Alex are so happy that you and William found each other again. I can see it every time you’re around each other…it’s so apparent how much love you share, how much love is felt between you…I know it because that’s how I feel about Camilla. I recognize it when I see the way you look at each other.”

You try to swallow but the lump in your throat is working against you.

“To say thank you, we have a gift which I hope shows you how much we truly appreciate what you’ve done for our family”.

You hadn’t noticed Marco leave the table; as he returned to the patio, he handed Michael a longer, rectangular velvet box. Michael approaches you and places the gift in your hands. You hear murmurs around the table in anticipation of the gift’s unveiling.

As gently pry the box open, the sparkle of what looks like a billion diamonds dance in your line of sight. Your cheeks are flushed and you let out an audible gasp as you look at the exquisite bracelet before you.

William takes the box from your hand and gingerly places it around your wrist, followed by a long but tasteful kiss.

“I’m just overwhelmed,” you shook your head, fighting back tears. “I don’t have the words…I can’t think of the perfect words right now - this is so unbelievably breathtaking. Thank you all so much”.

“To Y/N!” Marco cheers.

“To Y/N!” the Nylanders toast in unison.

Hugs ensue and the ladies surround you to get a closer look at the expensive bracelet.

More wine is poured and eventually, everyone begins to clear the table to make room for the dessert tasting menu Marco has prepared.

‘No other night has ever felt this enchanting’ you mused, soaking in the warmth of the evening sea breeze and the loving atmosphere that surrounds you.

You can feel William’s gaze and as you turn to face him, he tenderly holds your wrist, angling the position so the lighting hits all the stones at once.

You lean into him, kissing along his jawline up to his ear. “It’s gorgeous, William…”

“Do you wanna take Pablo for a walk? We can just take him around the property…I’m stuffed so I’m not sure I could go any further anyway” William said, tapping his abdomen.

“Let me go change my shoes - be right back”. Feeling a little buzzed from the wine, you slowly pull his body toward you and kiss him seductively and sensually, your tongue searching for his. Your hands slide up his toned chest and with that simple movement, you start to feel that ever familiar sensation between your thighs as that touch conjures up images of him being inside of you.

“Jesus - can you guys just not? I’m in blue-ball hell and then I have to sit next to my big brother as he eye-fucks his girlfriend all night. I was trying to enjoy my dinner for fuck sakes.” Alex said as he poured another glass of wine.

You give Alex an apologetic look; you know it’s been a bit bumpy for him lately. You walk over to him and give him a little side-hug squeeze. Alex draped his arm over your shoulder; a wide grin full of mischief forms on his face. “You know, Y/N…you could just trade him in for the more handsome and younger model…”

Camilla swats her second born lightly on his arm as she comes up behind him to grab her glass of wine. She jokingly scolds him in Swedish, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek and grabs your hand, rescuing you from the conversation. You stand chatting with Camilla, finishing off the last remnants of wine from your own glass. You turn to see the brothers clowning around jostling into one another yanking at each other’s shirts. With every movement, their muscular legs, arms and backs are on full display; you shake your head as you excuse yourself and head inside to freshen up. Glancing back at the boys still horsing around, you laugh to yourself thinking ‘this family is too fucking perfect’.

You return a few minutes later and greet Pablo with a couple of his favourite dog treats. The mere mention of the word ‘walk’ has Pablo running and jumping around in anticipation.

“You ready? OK….break!” giving Pablo the familiar command that he can run around as fast as he can go. You step shoeless into the lush and manicured grass that surrounds the terrace; the heat of the day has now dissipated and you welcome the coolness from the earth against the bottom of your feet. You stand there for a moment watching Pablo as he darts about and a wide smile adorns your face with the adoration you have for him.

The sun is beginning to set; the once bright, giant orb now resembles a fireball blazing deep orange hues as it recedes into the horizon. William stands beside you taking in the mesmerizing view. You begin to walk together; your fingers loosely intertwined as you meander around the property. You and William often share quiet, serene moments where just being in each other’s presence fills you both with such bliss. More often than not, those tranquil moments when it's the two of you together eventually give way to fits of giggles and lively storytelling.

William leads you to a long and wide bench covered by pergola; sheer white curtains surround the loveseat and large, soft cream-coloured pillows line the back rest. Pablo is in full zoomie-mode as he jumps up on the bench and leaps off again, running in figure-8 patterns on the lawn.

William sits down and slides himself back so his muscular legs extend to the full length of the bench. You see him lift his hips to pull an object from his back pocket, presumably his phone. It’s odd that he slips the object between the pillow and the side of his leg, but in all honesty, you’re not focusing on that as he motions for you to straddle him. The bench is wide enough that you have no trouble comfortably positioning yourself as he desired; the pressure in your core is rising, as is William’s cock as you gently lower yourself onto him. You can feel a very distinct bulge at your scantily clad entrance and you arch your back, pressing your need against his erection. Although the curtains have numerous layers of gauze fabric, it does little for true privacy as it wouldn’t take long for anyone that happened to walk by to know what business you two are up to.

Your lips lock together; kissing though giddy smiles as hands wander over each of your bodies.

“I’ve got something for you too - a gift” William murmurs in your ear.

“Mmmm - really? I can feel it” you said softly, your lips ghosting his neck.

You can feel William smile. “Yeah…not just that though….something else”.

You sit up more, still straddling him, as William reaches between the cushions and pulls out another long, velvet box.

Your eyes grow wide and your cheeks flush with the sudden rush of emotion.

He opens the box for you and the sight of the necklace has you covering your mouth from the overall surprise of the gift.

“William….this is too much….it’s absolutely stunning…” you gasp, your eyes still wide as they scan William’s smiling face.

You feel patches of heat radiating through your face and neck; between the wine and the presentation of this exquisite gift, you hope your deep tan covers the blotches that usually decorate your neck under circumstances like these.

“You like it, right? The design caught my eye….and there’s a history to it that made me think of you and me. That’s what the design is called - Toi et Moi”, William explains, his smile growing wider with each second.

Tears well in your eyes. It had definitely been a long and winding road for your and William to get to this very moment.

“Oh my god - William….seriously….it’s exquisite - stunning – gorgeous… I- I honestly can’t find the perfect word - I am seriously overwhelmed here” you said just above a whisper.

You lean over and kiss him gently at first, but the magnitude of his gift has you almost feeling breathless as your kisses deepen.

“Let me put it on you” William smiled softly, breaking from the kiss.

You slide off of him and turn so your back is facing him. You gather your hair in your hands and lift it to not allow the necklace to tangle in your long curls.

“Beautiful” William said in a low tone; he’s directly behind you; his breath tickles the sensitive area along your slender neck. You reach behind so your hands lightly glide alongside his body.

He places the necklace on your neck, laying it gently across your skin and closes the clasp.

Your hand instinctively goes to your neck; you fingers lightly graze the perfectly cut diamonds. You turn around and look at William; you’re certain you might very levitate right then and there and just float away.

“I might be able to come up with something better than a simple thank-you a little later - my brain is overloaded in the most amazing way right now though. Thank you, William…aside from you, this is the most amazingly gorgeous thing I have ever seen….and the bracelet - my god, I am completely stunned by all of this”.

“I just wanted to make sure you know how much you - everything you do - how much it means to me. I’ll never be able to think of all the ways, like - all the different things, the kindness that is just there in you…fuck, everything you do just blows me away.”

William knows he’s not great with words and sometimes he struggles with expressing exactly what he feels but all he can do is try, and hope that you know that he’s yours, totally and completely.

The sun has almost completely dipped out of sight; there are streaks of orange and red that help illuminate the incoming clouds in shades of purple. The tall coniferous trees that line the property are all but cloaked in black, contrasted by the subtle lights that dot the various pathways.

After the long, luscious kisses and loving embraces have paused (at least for the moment), the two of you walk slowly back to the villa, even more in love than when you left. You enter through the already open doors off of the terrace. The family have gathered in the large living room and as usual, they are laughing with hints of that unique and wonderful Nylander laugh, at a story that Michael is telling Marco about playing hockey. It’s not that the story was necessarily comedical: Michael was animatedly explaining one of his most serious injuries, a broken neck of all things. The laughter was at Marco’s expense with his heightened levels of shock and horror at Michael’s very descriptive recollection of the trauma.

Alex appears from the hallway that leads to the bedrooms, freshly showered and looking devastatingly handsome. There’s a collective “Oooooo” as he strides past the group and he smiles and shakes his head in response. You catch the scent of his cologne as he walks past you and lean into your man standing next to you and inhale his own tantalizing fragrance.

Alex is on his way to meet Eloise and as he runs out the door, he hollers back to the family to not wait up for him. It’s a clear indication what he has in store once he meets Eloise tonight.

The rest of the family is following Marco to a music festival in town. Marco implores that you and William join them this evening but William, seeing a rare opportunity to have the villa to yourselves, politely declines.

Camilla catches a glimpse of your new piece of jewellery and her eyes light up with a mix of love for her son, and admiration for you. She hugs you both and quietly says “I’ll distract Marco and the others, you both just go hide until we leave”. She gives you a knowing smile and glides over to the kitchen, and calls Marco and the others over for a quick shot of Sambuca before they depart for the evening.

You both stealthily walk past the family and head into your bedroom, closing the door quietly behind you. Almost if on cue, you overhear Camilla saying you and William were exhausted and have already gone to bed. She wasn’t entirely fibbing….you and William had gone to bed, just not to rest.

You and William made full use of the empty villa, testing the acoustics in various places until you both finally collapsed from “exhaustion”.

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