**Hiya folks,**
Here’s another Flash Erotica story for you. Hope you enjoy!
***xo, Claire***
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“Your family is, like, stupidly rich.”
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder. “I know. It’s awkward.”
The Mediterranean sea breeze carries his laugh down the coastline. We cuddle on the porch swing, sheltered from the summer sun by an ancient oak tree. Across the lawn, my parents lounge on the veranda, laughing and drinking mojitos with their entourage of friends.
It really is a beautiful day. It’s not so hot that we sweat through our white linen clothes. Our skin doesn’t stick together from the humidity. We can just be together and watch the clouds pass by.
I met him three days ago. At the behest of my mother, I answered the front door of our villa. Draped in her Hermés caftan, she greeted him with an alarmingly big hug, during which he awkwardly smiled at me. We had barely stepped into the house when my mother announced he was single. My cheeks flushed with annoyance, and my temper grew hotter as she extolled his accomplishments. Then she leaned to my ear and drunkenly whispered, “But darling, I have to tell you. He’s not perfect. He’s five years younger than you, and he’s”—she scrunched her nose—”*self-made*, but you can’t be too picky at your age!” After hissing that I was only 30 and she was an elitist bitch, I stomped away to the garden. Read more »