Trust: Betrayed by Cristiane Serruya

feelings as her tongue slid over his lips, her hands wandering gently in his hair and she murmured on his closed mouth, “Oh, Ethan, you make me want forbidden things. Open your mouth.” Her soft tongue probed and found entrance.
    Ethan succumbed.
    He forgot all his mother and father had done to him.
    He forgot all about that awful night and worse morning.
    Eve’s kiss was all he could think about.
    7.37 p.m.
    “Ethan, come in,” Niarchos welcomed his grandson into his bedroom.
    Ethan entered and shifted on his feet, unsure.
    Niarchos closed the door and smiled inwardly as he quickly surveyed his grandson. “You dressed nicely.”
    “Err... Well, I- We have visitors. I thought-”
    “You did very well, my boy.” A pleasant smile graced Niarchos’s face. “Isis and Eve are very refined. You know women like well dressed men. Specially French women.”
    “They are very beautiful.”
And I want Eve, Grandpa. What should I do?
    Niarchos finished buttoning his long-sleeved shirt, zipped up his tailored trousers and buckled his belt. He turned away from the mirror and faced his grandson with his mind set on his course of action. One way or another, he would see Ethan transformed into a confident man. “How do I look, Ethan?”
    “Handsome and powerful as always, Grandpa.” He shifted from one foot to another and looked away, blinking nervously.
    Niarchos put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder and guided him to the veranda, sitting in one of the armchairs. “Sit, Ethan. Tell me what is bothering you.”
    Ethan blushed even more. He didn’t know how to talk about sex, so he sat silent by his grandfather and looked down at his black Ferragamo shoes.
    “Ethan?” he coached.
    Ethan peered at his grandfather from beneath his lashes and said, “Eve. She’s- I want-” His hand smoothed his white shirt and whispered low, “She makes me want things...”
    Niarchos took pity on the teenager and said gently, “Ethan, desire and sex are the most natural things that can happen between a man and a woman. There is no need to be ashamed or shy about it.” He stifled his smile when he noticed that under Ethan’s tanned skin his blush deepened even more. “Look at me, Ethan.” He waited patiently for him to look up and continued, “You’re a handsome man-”
    “But, Grandpa, I don’t know what to do, how or where to touch her. I don’t know how to kiss. She’s so graceful and I’m so clumsy.” He gibbered as his feelings played havoc inside him. “I- Help me, Grandpa. Please.”
    It was exactly the reaction Niarchos wanted. And he had his speech ready.
    10.21 p.m.
    Ethan watched his grandfather carefully all through the evening, learning from the older man; the small gestures of politeness and the subtle way he touched Isis; his answers to her questions and the way he made her talk about the topics that interested her.
    Niarchos was completely different from Ethan’s father and mother. Not that George or Calista were rude. No. They were refined and polite, although Calista was never interested in what one could learn from a book. But Niarchos was the epitome of politeness and refinement, and there was a subtleness to his passions that made Ethan decide that he would rather emulate his grandfather than his parents. Ethan disliked exhibitionism.
    He wanted love and trust. He wanted to belong. Ethan was sure that he would find everything he wanted in Niarchos. His grandfather had always been caring. That night especially, Niarchos had been gentle when he explained to him that he would like sex very much.
    Ethan decided he would learn from his powerful grandfather how to seduce Eve.
    And how to seduce the world.
    London, Park Lane. Ethan Ashford’s Penthouse.
     
    Tuesday, March 16 th , 2010.
     8.07 a.m.
    Ethan stretched in bed and looked at the woman next to him, who was sleeping.
What am I doing? She’ll never replace Sophia in my heart.
    He rose from the bed and called his assistant, “Good morning, Scott. I want a