Autumn wrapped her arms around me, letting my cock press against her lower belly.

She was clearly jealous at the idea that I would be surrounded by royal MILFs all night. She knew how desperate and horny older women could be, especially high-society ones who were often neglected or bored in their marriages.

The thought of me being in a room full of elegant, curvaceous, experienced women made her tighten her embrace, her fingers tracing possessive patterns over my chest.

"I bet they’ll all be staring at you," she murmured against my shoulder, her voice low and slightly pouty. "Those rich, older women with their fancy dresses and perfect bodies... they’ll want a young, strong guy like you."

Her hand slid lower, brushing over my abs and then wrapping loosely around my cock again, giving it a slow, teasing stroke under the warm shower water. "Why don’t you skip the party?" she whispered. "We’ll have so much fun tonight... just you and me."

"I want to, babe, but I promised someone," I said, placing my hands over hers, gently but firmly stopping her strokes. "And don’t worry, we’ll do something fun tomorrow, okay?"

"Hmmm..." Autumn nodded reluctantly, though the pout on her lips was clear. She kissed me gently, her soft lips lingering on mine for a long moment, as if trying to change my mind with affection.

After quickly finishing the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out, water still dripping from my body. Autumn stayed under the spray a little longer, watching me with a small, unsatisfied smile.

I left her apartment and headed back to mine through the stairs.

I went into my room and quickly messaged Aria my address so her driver could come pick me up in the Rolls Royce. Then I started getting dressed in the charcoal grey suit I had bought earlier that day.

After some minutes, I was fully dressed, the tailored jacket hugging my shoulders and chest perfectly, the trousers fitting well, and a crisp black shirt underneath. I slipped on the formal black shoes and stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the jacket one last time.

I looked sexy.

As I admired myself in the mirror, turning slightly to check the fit from different angles, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

It was an unknown number. I picked it up.

"Hello, sir. Miss Aria sent me to pick you up," came the polite, professional voice of Aria’s driver.

"Yeah, I’ll be there," I replied, and hung up the call.

I took one final look in the mirror, ran a hand through my hair, and slipped my phone into my pocket.

The charcoal grey suit felt expensive and well-made, the fabric smooth against my skin. I knew I looked good, the kind of look that would turn heads at a royal banquet.

I locked the apartment door behind me and headed down to the building entrance. The Rolls Royce was already waiting outside, sleek and black, its engine purring quietly. The driver stood beside the rear door, holding it open for me with a respectful nod.

"Good evening, sir," he said as I approached.

I slid into the luxurious back seat, the leather cool and comfortable. The interior smelled of fine leather and subtle cologne. As the driver closed the door and got back behind the wheel, the car pulled away smoothly from the curb.

I quickly messaged Aria that I was on my way.

After about half an hour, we reached an open area that felt like we had left the bustling city far behind. The car slowed and stopped in front of a massive, ornate gate. For a moment, nothing happened.

Then the guard stationed there pressed a button, and the heavy iron gates swung open smoothly, allowing the Rolls Royce to glide through.

As soon as we entered the main gate, we were on private property. Looking out the tinted window, I could only see expansive, meticulously manicured gardens stretching on both sides of the long driveway.

The landscaping was breathtaking, perfectly trimmed hedges forming geometric patterns, vibrant flower beds in full bloom, elegant fountains with water cascading from marble sculptures.

There were also larger marble statues of mythological figures and historical royals scattered throughout the grounds, giving the entire estate an air of timeless grandeur and old-world wealth.

The gardens looked like something out of a fairy tale.

The driveway itself was wide and paved with smooth stone, lined with tall, ancient-looking trees that formed a natural canopy overhead. The further we drove, the more the mansion came into view at the end of the long path.

Soon we reached the main building, a sprawling, majestic mansion that looked like it belonged in a European palace rather than a modern city.

Several luxury cars were already parked in the circular driveway in front, and well-dressed staff moved about discreetly, preparing for the evening’s event.

The Rolls Royce came to a smooth stop right at the main entrance. The driver stepped out and opened the rear door for me with a respectful nod.

I stepped out of the car, adjusting my suit one last time. The evening air was cool and carried the faint scent of flowers from the surrounding gardens.

"Alex!" Aria called out as soon as she saw me. She was waiting at the grand entrance, and the moment our eyes met, she came running toward me with a bright, excited smile.

She looked just like a princess out of a fairy tale. She was wearing a stunning pink dress with thin straps that hugged her figure perfectly, accentuating her elegant curves and making her look even more voluptuous up close.

The dress flowed gracefully to the floor but had a subtle slit that revealed a teasing glimpse of her leg with every step. Her long black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves.

"Wow," I said, unable to hide my admiration as I took her in. She looked breathtaking.

"You look hot," Aria replied with a playful smile, stepping right up to me and placing her hand on my chest. She pressed herself a little too tightly against me, her body molding to mine in a way that was clearly possessive.

Several royal guests who were entering the mansion stopped for a moment to look at us, their eyes widening slightly at the intimate greeting.

"What is this place? Some kind of venue that people book?" I asked, looking around at the grand architecture, the marble columns, and the luxurious surroundings. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"It’s my home, silly," Aria said with a soft laugh, her hand still resting on my chest as she looked up at me with sparkling eyes.