Terry Silver X Reader - Blog Posts

Think I'll miss you forever

warning: mentions terry's death and a lot of angst

This takes place after the events of season 6.

The world was in black and white.

Empty and lifeless.

Sitting in the window seat, looking outside. The rainy and gloomy garden, with gray and tearful tones.

The house was equally sad and a distressing silence that saddens anyone.

--- Mrs. Silver. --- said one of the employees coming closer to me, without me noticing.

I come out of the trance still with tired and empty eyes.

I look at him.

--- Yes?? --- I let out an anguished sigh.

--- The car is ready. --- I must have heard the sad tone in the old butler's voice.

I just nod in understanding and get up, arranging my black dress that goes to my knees.

When I go towards the door, the butler's voice stops me.

--- Mrs. Silver... are you okay?? --- he says even though he knows the answer.

I look at the butler and smile weakly at him.

--- I'll stay, my friend... --- I turn to the door and leave the room. --- I'll stay.. --- I murmur.

Walking through the house to get out of it was torturous every minute. Every second.

Memories wanting to appear in my mind, but I quickly push them away.

After minutes that seemed like an eternity, I managed to leave the house. I get into the car that was waiting for me.

It took about 9 minutes to get to the place where my beloved husband's headstone is technically located.

The ceremony was a private affair, a few people we knew showed up, but I felt like there were so many people we considered family who didn't show up.

People giving me pitiful looks and saying comforting words made me feel even more depressed than I already am.

As people left, I Still knelt there staring at Terry's name on the headstone.

I walk over to her and hug her with a silent tear running down my face.

"I love you.. I'm going to miss you.." the words came out in a whisper.

It may take 1, 2 or even an eternity for my heart to heal.

But I will never forget the person who taught me what it means to truly fall in love...

I don't know about you, but I was sad to hear about Terry's death 🥺

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Chapter 3

Summary: ____ Larusso after many years of anger and loneliness in her own home, she decides to leave her family home. The young woman decides to build her future alone, managing to open her own fashion company. She was almost fine alone, until a certain someone appeared in her life.

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•09/19/2013. •New York, United States

Cheyenne sat watching me exchange glances with Terry, she smiled happily and stood up. She straightened her dress and looked at the two of us who were still focused on staring at each other.

--- I'll let you two have a moment alone. --- she left the room with a smile on her lips.

Terry smiled charmingly and pointed with his open hand in the direction of the sofas in the living room.

--- Miss.. --- he said in his small voice.

You took one last look and went to the sofa in the corner. You sat down and took a better look at the older man in front of you.

The charming man was taller than you to the point of being a warm blanket for you to snuggle up against. He had silver hair that looked incredibly beautiful when loose. And his body that fit perfectly in his extremely expensive suit was worth mentioning.

You snap out of your trance when you see the man sitting in the armchair that was right next to you, and you exchange a glance.

--- Well... --- he started with a smile. --- I've never seen a girl as beautiful as you in this city. --- he says, staring at you with looks that were a mix between sweet and wild.

You just laugh.

--- So Mr. Silver flirts with every woman he's introduced to?? --- you ask, crossing your legs cheekily.

--- Only with the pretty ones. --- smiling.

Larusso (White) looks at him with a challenging look but opens a sensual smile.

--- Oh, what a shame, I thought I was special. --- you pout as you're about to say something, someone enters the VIP area of ​​the place.

--- Mr. Silver, one of your investors is here to negotiate with you. --- he warns the bodyguard, waiting for his boss's response.

Terry just snorts, irritated by the interruption, and he was going to tell his bodyguard to tell the investor to negotiate another day, but you, foreseeing what he was going to do, just get up and fix your dress.

--- Well, Mr. Silver, it's time for me to go. --- he says and goes towards the door but before he does, he turns to him. --- It was nice meeting you. --- Then he leaves the room.

Silver is a little open-mouthed, unable to process the words, but ends up recovering.

--- Let the investor in, David. --- he says firmly. Then the bodyguard leaves to tell the man.

The older man alone in the room ends up remembering the bold young woman, who strangely reminded him of someone, but he ignores that information.

Her image, her beautiful, silky hair, her body, everything left him enchanted and curious. He wanted her. In a way he hadn't wanted anyone since his crazy youth until his old age.

--- See you soon, Miss White.. --- He says

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hey guys!! how are you??

I came here to apologize to everyone for not having posted chapter 3 of "unfortunately a Larusso". But I'm already writing and will post soon!! ❤️

my reaction seeing what happened to Terry in season 6:

Young - Terry Silver x Reader

Prompt: Terry Silver dating a younger woman he met as a waitress. Now she's in high society with him. Controversially young gf for real. (Reader is of age!! I imagined her as 25ish.)

(Warning: smut!! (minors dni), love-bombing, light manipulation)

It had been a slow Tuesday the first time you had served him. With your only other regular having just left, Terry was the only customer in your section. Nights like these used to be the bane of your existence at your old job - barely making enough in tips to pay for a tank of gas. Here, though, every dish was expensive enough to guarantee a decent tip. You had to split it with the kitchen, but it was often still enough to make a shift like this worth it.

Armed with the most charming smile you could muster, you approached the silver-haired man. “Good evening, I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” you began your usual spiel. With your words, he finally looked up. Once his eyes met yours, they didn’t leave. Not to look at the menu, or gaze around the room in ponderance - he looked only at you. His eyes didn’t leave yours until you walked to the kitchen to put his order in. He smiled when you returned with his wine glass. “Slow night?” he asked before pulling his first sip. He groaned softly at the taste. “That’s divine.” You smiled with pride. “Thank you. And yes, it is. Tuesdays almost always are. You’re my only customer right now, actually.” “Is that so?” He motioned to the empty seat across from him. “I’ll make it worth your while, then.”

You couldn’t fight the blush that rose to your cheeks. You hadn’t known him, then, but you knew you were attracted to him. “Thank you,” “Terry. Terry Silver,” he filled in, extending a hand to you. “Mr. Silver,” you smiled, meeting your hand to his. He gripped it softly before pulling it to his lips for a brush of a kiss. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” “No ‘sir’ tonight. Tonight, I’m just a man having dinner with the prettiest woman in this place,” he charmed. You pursed your lips to avoid breaking into a cheesy smile. “Okay.”

You didn’t know what to ask him, everything seemed too personal for a waitress to be asking a guest. For a while you just sat there, letting his eyes wander your face, seeming to drink in every last detail. You studied him, as well. He was beautifully put together, in a way only an older man can be. You could tell that, despite his age, he was still built under his well-tailored suit. Your mind started to crawl to what was underneath before his voice pulled you back. “How long have you worked here, dear?” “About six months now. It’s been good to me, here.” “What did you do before this?” “I was still a waitress, but at a much worse place with a lot more creeps.” Terry grimaced. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” You shrugged. “They tipped well, sometimes, so I guess I can’t complain.”

He asked you a few more questions before you were called back to the kitchen to run his food. You let him eat in peace, running to the back to finish up your side work. A small rush came in at the end of his meal, drawing you from him in his last minutes there. He left quickly after paying and you didn’t get a chance to open his checkbook until your shift was over. Tucked neatly into the pocket was five crisp hundred dollar bills and a note on the receipt. “You shouldn’t need harassment for a good tip.”

He became a regular after that, always Tuesday evening a few hours before close. He took a corner table, and you joined him as he drank his wine. Sometimes you asked about him, but he got more enjoyment out of asking about you. In the couple months of his visits, he’d learned you have three cats, went to college for marketing, don’t like tomatoes, love the beach, are allergic to penicillin and have never broken a bone. In addition to hundreds of other facts he’d drawn out of you. The most notable that you were single. As was he. He’d also learned that you had to tip-share, so he made a great deal to ensure that your tips were just for you, when he handed them over. Making sure to leave the back of the house their own, smaller, tip.

The day before Valentine’s was always your favorite shift. It was filled with families, girl groups, lonely men, and B-string relationships. You didn’t have enough fingers to count the men you would see with one girl on the 13th and a completely new one the next day. These men weren’t above flirting with you through their wallets, and you licked it up. You even unbuttoned your shirt past the regulatory guidelines, cause fuck it. What was a write-up compared to a couple hundred bucks in tips?

It was on the 13th that Terry made his (now weekly) visit, requesting to be sat in your section, as always. “Good evening, Mr. Silver. Could I start you off with a glass of red this evening? We have a wonderful collection for the occasion.”

He chuckled deeply. “Dealer’s choice. Make it worth my time.” As you smiled and turned away, he caught your arm. “And you know I’m not Mr. Silver here. not to you.

Your smile deepened. “Of course. Terry.”

A moment later you returned with a bottle of your fanciest red and a single glass in hand. Holding the top of bottle even with your chest, you could see him peak a glance at your breasts. You smiled brightly, "Will this do, Terry? I can give you a taste, if you'd like."

That was what finally caught him off guard. "What? Oh, yes, please." Now it was his turn to blush as you popped off the cork. "That's good," he said once an inch of wine filled his glass. You watched intently as he drank it, savoring the low growl he emitted once it hit his throat. "Excellent. You can keep them coming." "Yes, sir," you smiled. His breath caught in his throat as you made eye contact with him, filling his glass a bit too full for company standards. "Anything else I can help you with, Terry?" He shook his head, rolling his tongue over his top teeth. "No. Not right now."

You practically skipped back to the kitchen. After months of teasing and flirting, you'd rendered him speechless. And all it took was a little cleavage? If you'd known that you would've dressed like that every time he came in.

You wanted to talk to him for the rest of the evening - to sit across from him like any other couple on a date. You wanted to be his, unequivocally and fully. With each visit to his table, you lingered, allowing him to pull you into pieces of conversation. When it was time to leave the check, you hesitated. Something about this evening felt different. You didn't want him to leave. When you returned for the final time, he had the checkbook in hand. Had you made him wait too long? Was he upset with you?

"Thanks for spending your Valentine's Day with us, Terry," you smiled at him. Even seated, he was barely shorter than you. "With you, dear. I spent it with you." He caused you to blush this time, and you couldn't stop the laugh that pulled through you. "Well, I enjoyed spending it with you." "As did I." He stood, leaning into you for only a moment. "I hope you're not pulling this routine with all your customers," he laughed. "Because one day I will want you all to myself." He didn't even give you a moment to respond. He set the checkbook within your hands and left with a suave wink.

With flushed cheeks and a still-too-fast heart, you opened the checkbook. Above the signed restaurant copy, was the folded customer copy, bundling up at least ten hundred-dollar bills in tip. Before counting your stash, you unfolded the customer copy. Written right above his signature were three word that ignited a bomb inside your core.

My good girl.

You should’ve been offended. How was he going to write that to you and then leave? He'd done nothing to make you his other than tipping an exorbitant amount. You should’ve stalked him into the parking lot and slapped some sense into him. But you didn’t. Because you fucking liked it. When he asked for your number at his next visit, you were practically foaming at the mouth to hand it over. You’d been charmed by a fucking snake.

And now you were in its den.

You had never been in high society before. You stood tall in a pair of too-high heels and a never-worn dress, clutching nervously to Terry’s outstretched elbow. He was the picture of grace, fitted expertly in a navy-blue suit that he looked absolutely sinful in. You felt out of place and paid for. There was no world in which you belonged at a charity gala, clung to the most expensive man in the room.

You knew that Terry was influential. You knew he was rich. You did not know that he lived in a mansion on the coast, nor that he regularly hosted charity events and galas there. He hadn't even wasted time feeling you out at this event before inviting you to an even fancier gala in three weeks' time. Also at his house. To say you were overwhelmed was an understatement. The unease only made you cling to Terry harder.

“Terry Silver?” a man called from behind you. His tone was hard, and you tensed instinctively. Terry didn’t release you as he turned to face the source of the voice. It belonged to Daniel LaRusso; the man you’d bought your car from a few months after starting your job at the restaurant. There should be no way he remembered you, but his eyes seemed to flicker in recognition before turning back to Terry. “What are you doing here?” “I feel that I should be asking you that. This is my home, of course.” “Terry graciously offered to host this evening,” the smiling woman speaking to Daniel and his wife explained. “He’s one of our top donors.” “Are you trying to impress me?” you laughed, breaking the tense silence. “I wish. I’d have saved a lot of money if I just started contributing when I met you, dear,” he laughed in response.

“I didn’t realize you two knew each other!” the woman exclaimed, excitedly looking between Terry and Daniel. She finally looked at you, “I’m Eva, by the way. One of the board members.” You quickly shook her outreached hand. Terry smiled. “We’ve known each other for, what, 30, 35 years?” “Longer than she’s been alive, at least,” Daniel shot back behind a smile. Your skin crawled at his words, embarrassment flushing your cheeks. Eva haltered. “Let me show you around!” She led Daniel’s wife away quickly, leaving you flustered and practically clinging to Terry. Daniel took a step closer to you, words frantic. “What are you doing here? With him?” Daniel LaRusso was apparently the only person willing to admit you didn’t fit in here. “I’m Terry’s date,” you said, sheepishly. Terry’s hold on you tightened. Daniel grimaced. “What’s he paying you? I can double it if you leave now and never speak to him again.”

Your face burned. He didn’t just think you were out of place, he thought you were Terry’s paid whore. Terry took a step forward, partially shielding you behind him. “I know what you’re insinuating and I do not care for it. I’ve paid her nothing to be here with me, nor has she asked me to. I’m insulted you would suggest that.” Terry exhaled sharply. “I would think twice before insulting me again.” Daniel didn’t even look at you. “Come on, Terry. You’re twice her age. Don’t do this to her.” “And what do you think I’m doing to her, Daniel?" he laughed, charm oozing from his words. "Paying her off to be with me? Threatening her into attending fundraisers? As I said before, she’s not a woman for sale. I would urge you not to insinuate as such.”

He pulled you away before Daniel could say another word. “I’m sorry about that, dear. I’m afraid that man sees me as his nemesis. His views were not reflected on you, but me.” “It’s okay, Terry,” you laughed. “I thought it was kind of hot.” That got his attention. “Really?” “You, defending my honor. Towering over the guy,” you bit your lip. “Hot.” He took a shallow breath. “If this wasn’t at my house, I’d drag you out of here right now.” You giggled, falling in closer to him. “You want that? Want me to take care of you?” You weren’t laughing now, his tone suddenly serious. Heat rose to your chest as you nodded. “I do.” “Good girl.” His hand settled at your waist, pulling you further into his estate.

Terry mingled gracefully, shaking hands and doling out introductions to everyone he came across that he deemed worth talking to. You would never remember all of their names, but you imagined these introductions were for their benefits more than yours. “I’m going to go down to my cellar to get a bottle of Aubert for us. Much better than what they’re serving here.”

You had barely gotten over the fact that he had a fucking wine cellar in his house when Daniel’s wife made her way over to you. “I’m Amanda,” she introduced with an outstretched hand. You took it and quickly introduced yourself. “Sorry about my husband back there. He and Terry have been rivals forever, it seems.” She took a sip of her wine. “It’s all very silly, if you ask me.”

You smiled, thankful for at least one kind person here in Terry’s wake. “Don’t worry about it. I know it looks like I’m just with him for his money. It makes sense Mr. LaRusso would assume that.” Amanda choked on her wine, coughing for a few seconds before finally drawing in a ragged breath. “He did what now?” “He thought Terry paid me to be here with him. Offered me double to leave,” you laughed. Amanda did not. “I am going to kill him. I am so so sorry,” she said before storming off.

“What was that?” Terry asked, suddenly appearing at your side. You accepted the glass of wine from him. “I think she’s going to kill her husband.” You took a sip of the wine and hummed. “This is so much better than the stuff I serve you at work.” “That it is.”

The auction took place next, with a few key guests donating items to be auctioned off for the charity. Nothing was too notable until Daniel LaRusso auctioned off two bonsai trees. It was a good spiel, but at the end of the day they were just a couple trees. So imagine your surprise, when the bidding started at $2,000. And then people actually bid. You didn’t even want to move in case Eva thought you were "in" and you accidentally bid a couple weeks’ worth of tips. It was creeping up for a while before Terry’s arm went up. “$30,000,” he spoke calmly, like he didn’t just bid two years’ worth of rent on a couple tiny trees. You actually gasped at the number. “You okay, dear?” he whispered into your ear. “Mmhmm,” you respond quietly. “Just realized you’ve really been skimping out on my tips.” Terry laughed before patting you gingerly on the thigh and standing to accept his winnings.

He wrapped an arm around you when he sat back down, stirring up another round of goosebumps and adrenaline. His proximity had you feeling high. "What are you going to do with them?" "With the trees?" he asked. You nodded. "Figured I'd put one in my office and give the other to you." Your breath hitched, which Terry immediately noticed. "What's wrong?" "I don't know if you know this, but you just gave me a $15,000 tree," you said shakily. "Don't flatter me that much. Most of it will be a tax write off." "Terry, I don't even know what the fuck that means." This drew a deep, full laugh out of him. "You don't need to, doll. I'll get one of my accountants to do your taxes this year. I'm sure they've gotten a lot more complicated since I started tipping. Although at some point, I feel like they should just be counted as gifts." "Mm, they were gifts, were they?" you leaned into him. "I wasn't just a really good server?" "No one is that good. I loved you from the moment I met you."

Love. He'd said 'love'. Not liked, not admired, but loved. Your heartbeats quickened and hands suddenly grew clammy. "What's wrong, doll?" he asked, worry all over his face. "I just don't feel well, all of the sudden." "Do you want me to drive you home? "No, I-" you stumbled over your words. "Could I just wait for you? Upstairs?" "Of course, baby girl. Let me show you the way."

Terry led you into his home, guiding you up a stairwell behind the kitchen. "I have security at this event, so no one will bother you up here." "Thank you. I'm really sorry." "Don't apologize. I know it's overwhelming. I don't blame you for needing a moment to yourself."

The door closest to the stairs belonged to his bedroom. It was elegant, and dark, and so, so him. A massive king-sized bed sat in front of a fully glass wall facing the ocean. You immediately were drawn to it, pulling the curtains open an inch more to stare at the crashing waves. "Terry, your home is gorgeous." "It could be yours, too, you know?" You turned quickly to look at him, to try and find a hint of a joke in his face. You found none. "I couldn't." "I'm an old man, dear. I've lived a full life and the only thing I've gotten from it is an empty home in need of someone to fill it. I've lived long enough to know what I want. And I want you. All to myself." "I - I don't know what to say. Those people out there all think I'm after your money. They're going to think I extorted those words out of you somehow." "They won't. Everyone downstairs knows my character. They know you couldn't draw a fucking syllable from my lips that I didn't want to utter."

You paused, not wanting to move a muscle in case the illusion broke, and you woke up back in your bed at home. "So, you meant it when you said you loved me?" "I don't say anything I don't mean." You took one small step closer. "You love me?" He smiled. "I love you." You closed the space between you, standing only a few inches away from him. He towered over you like this, looking down from so close. "You don't have to say it back," he reassured you. "You don't even have to feel it yet. But I do. And I need you to know that."

He didn't move from his stance, arms held clutched behind his back. You needed to make the first move. It had been so long since you'd been with someone, you barely knew how. And even then, they'd mostly been flings. No one had pulled on your heart like he had. No one had felt as real as he had.

You started with both hands on his chest, holding loosely to the lapels of his suit. His breath and gaze remained steady, still waiting on you to move further. Slowly, one hand slinked up from his chest to his face, fingers locking into the nape of his neck. Your fingers brushed across his hairline, connecting with the few strands that had slipped from his ponytail. Still, he stood firm.

With your hand planted on his neck, you leaned up to him, hoping your fingers would push him down to meet you in the middle. He obliged, finally moving slightly. There, in his bedroom, steps from the sea, you kissed him for the first time. He was warm and strong and sturdy, tethering you to the earth. Once your lips hit his, he finally moved, wrapping one arm around your waist and sinking the other into your hair. He would grab a handful, then release it, only to grab another. The other arm pulled you flush to him, refusing even an inch of room from him. He needed you against him, breath hot and heavy and intermixed with his. He needed to make you feel good, to pull moans from your lips like hymns from a chorus.

He would've taken you right there had it not been for the knock on the door. You tried to push away from him, to hide what you were doing from the outside world, but Terry held you firm to him. "Yes?" he called out. "Eva's looking for you, Mr. Silver," the voice spoke back. Terry groaned softly, forehead pushing into yours. "Tell her I'll be right there," he called out. With another deep breath, he pulled away from you, straightening his jacket. "Sorry, dear. I'll be back as soon as I can. I'll push for an early end." "You don't have to do that, Terry." He leaned in for one last kiss, so deep and desperate you almost lost your balance. He smiled when he pulled away this time. "Yes, I do."

Terry's bedroom was so large it had its own sitting area. You collapsed onto his couch; the bed would be far too forward, you convinced yourself. And he might not even want you like that. But then, why wouldn't he? He'd already invited you to live with him, to share in all that was his. Already admitted that he loved you. Why would he do that if he didn't want every part of you? You picked at your fingernails, three of which were already chipped, and thought back to his words.

You wanted him. In every way a person could want another, you wanted him. Whether that was today or a year from now, what did it matter? You would be his for as long as he let you. Decided nerves swelled in your chest as you jumped to your feet. The door swung open before you'd made it across the room. "You okay?" he asked, clearly concerned. You nodded, throwing yourself into another kiss. It was hungrier, sloppier than the first, full of want and need and desire. You pulled away breathless. "I want you, Terry. Today and tomorrow and for as long as you'll have me." "Forever, love. I'll have you forever."

You're the one who leads him to the bed. Knowing him, he'd never make the move, waiting forever on you to finally be ready. You remove your dress as you sit on the edge of the bed, baring yourself for him. He doesn't move, drinking in this new image of you, scantily clad on his fucking bed. Then you remove your bra, and looking is no longer enough.

He pushes you back, the bare skin of your back connecting with the silk of his sheets. With both hands, he pushes you back on the bed by your thighs, crawling into you until he's settled between them. With one hand, he fondles your exposed breast, the other pulling handfuls of hair, all while his mouth explores every inch of your skin. Curses and moans slip from your lips, just the touch of his fingers ready to send you over the edge.

"Terry," you moan. "I can hear people downstairs. What if they hear us, or see us?" you ask, motioning to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"If they see us, then they'll see a man fucking the woman he loves. And if they hear us, they'll know the old man still knows how to keep his woman satisfied." You moan once more at the mixture of his words and fingertips exploring your body.

Your hands move to his chest, pushing the suit jacket off of his defined shoulders. He pulls his shirt off with it, leaving your fingers grazing bare skin. Despite his age, he's still outrageously fit, all muscle and bone. You move to his shoulders, pulling him down on you, his weight pressing into you and trapping you beneath him. Your fingers dig into the flexed muscles of his back, trying to capture each movement as he sinks deeper into you. Your movements are frantic, your need for him growing with each kiss he pressed into your skin. "Terry," you gasped. He didn't pull away, instead opting to leave a gentle bite in the crook of your neck. You moaned deeply. "Like that, baby girl?" he asked. "Need you," you rasped out. "Terry, I need you." "You have me, doll." You groaned, tears of need forming in the corner of your eyes. "Don't tease me." He moaned against your skin, the vibration pulling a whine out of you. "I don't want to tease you, love. Just tell me what you need. I'll take care of you." "I need you to fuck me, Terry." He pulled a way, a proud smile on his lips. "Why didn't you just say so?"

With slow hands, he pulled your underwear from you, drinking in your full body for the first time. You tried to push yourself back, suddenly self-conscious, but he pulled you back in. "Don't run from me, sweet girl."

Your breath was jagged, waiting for his next move. He'd finally taken over control, and he was relishing in it. Each moan he pulled from you was a reward and he loved being rewarded for his good work. "Fuck!" you cursed when he finally sunk a finger into you. You'd done it to yourself countless times, often thinking of him, but it felt nothing like what he was doing to you now. You pushed your cunt against his fingers, needing more of him. With his other hand on your lower stomach, he held you down. "So needy for me," he chided, pushing deeper into you. "Bet you're already close, aren't you, baby?" You couldn't be. There was no way you were going to cum so quick with him just fingering you, but you couldn't deny the tension building within the pit of your stomach. Without slowing, he added another finger, furthering the stretch. Every push and pull intensified the feeling, it was just so fucking right. Your exhales turned to moans, while your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Good girl," he purred. "Let it out for me." He pushed harder against your stomach, causing his fingers within you to hit a spot they hadn't before. Your eyes locked on his while your fingers locked into his back, nails digging sharp crescents against his toned muscle. "Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers and let everyone down there know who's making you feel so good." His words were filthy, bringing you even closer. With a few more pumps, you were pushed over the edge. Your entire body felt it, from the inside out. Your words were a mixture of profanities and his name, barely comprehensibly to even you.

Your pussy fluttered against his fingers, pulling out a groan of his own. A cry left your throat as he pulled out, now clenching onto nothing. "I know, baby. I'm gonna fuck you now. Wouldn't leave you needy like that." He removes his belt with one hand, throwing it to the side of the room. He uses the same to unbuckle his pants and pull them down his hips. His other hand remains firmly on your chest, locking you in place. Then, he's fully bare before you and it's your turn to drink him in.

He's bigger than anyone you'd been with before. He strokes himself twice before repositioning between your legs. "Like what you see, pretty girl?" You nod. "I need you, Terry. All of you." He rubs himself between your folds first, gathering the slick he'd earned from moments before. You're still so sensitive from your orgasm that you jumped at the contact. His hand hadn't moved from your chest, refusing to let you go anywhere. After a moment, you relaxed into his touch again, desire already building once more. He notched himself at your entrance, then focuses his attention fully on you. "Tell me if it hurts." You nod, grabbing up handfuls of sheets.

When he finally sunk into you, you were prepared for pain, ready to push past it. But the pain never came. Your body welcomed him into it, allowing him to fully sink into you with his first thrust. "Fuck," he groaned, body stilled fully within you. "So fucking good, baby," he moans. "You feel so fucking good."

When he pulls out, he positions his hand onto your clit, rubbing small circles, before pushing in again. You give way to him, pushing your hips further against his as moans cascaded from your lips. That gave him the confidence he needed to finally pick up the pace. Your nerves were still on fire, and another orgasm was creeping up on you. "Terry, I-" you begin, but he cut you off. "I know, baby. I can feel it," he groans. "You're fucking pushing me out." "Sorry," you say, trying to push off your orgasm. "Don't be sorry. It feels so fucking good," he says, pace quickening once more. "Don't hold it in, baby. Need you to cum for me."

He pushes harder circles into your clit, finally sending you over the edge once more. Your orgasm is stronger this time, sending shockwaves to the end of your legs and tremors through your core. "Holy shit," Terry moans, still keeping a relentless pace into you. "Oh baby, your pussy feels so fucking good. So tight for me." You relax your body into him once more, allowing him to bottom out within you. You can feel him finish in you, filling you with his cum. He sinks into you, wrapping himself completely around you, clearly spent.

He rests for only a minute before pulling himself out of your arms. He saunters to the en suite, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth. He rubs it between your thighs, careful to catch any of his cum that might have escaped. You jump when he connects with your core, pulling away involuntarily. "It's okay, baby. Let me get you cleaned up." He works slow, careful not to overwork your sensitive nerves.

He doesn't bother putting away the washcloth, throwing it instead onto the hardwood floor beside his bed. Right now, he needed to be beside you. You sunk completely into him, fully sated and worn. "Terry?" you asked, voice thick with sleep. "Yes, doll?" "I want to be here with you. All the time." He laughed deeply, kissing your forehead. "I can make that happen."

Chapter 2

Summary: ____ Larusso after many years of anger and loneliness in her own home, she decides to leave her family home. The young woman decides to build her future alone, managing to open her own fashion company. She was almost fine alone, until a certain someone appeared in her life.

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•09/19/2013. •New York, United States

The next day at night, young Larusso (White) was getting ready for the party that his friend Cheyenne was giving.

___ it's almost ready, all that was left to do was put lipstick on your lips and you could go to the party. She was wearing a beautiful long dark green dress, which had a long manga on her right arm. She is wearing beautiful dark green heels on her feet.

The young woman takes one last look in the mirror to check herself and see if everything is ok.

She analyzes whether your hair tied into an elegant bun looks good. Seeing that you are ready, she decides to get up and walk downstairs, she reaches the door and leaves the house.

As soon as the driver sees you, he opens the door of the beautiful black car.

You smile at him and thank him as he enters. It closes and enters the driver's side to start driving.

While you're on the road, you decide to quickly turn on your phone to check the time. But see that Cheyenne sent you a message, so with a small smile you open it.

In the message she is asking if "you are already arriving". So you respond with a “yes.”

Just before you can turn off the phone, a message from an old acquaintance appears in your notifications. His smile slowly fades.

You frown, not expecting her message.

The person who sent you a message was one of your family friends. Mary.

You didn't expect her to text you, because you haven't seen her in years.

Well, the message was a photo of the people I once called family. Smiling happily as if there was no one missing there.

You gripped the phone angrily but with a small desire to cry. But he held on. So you decide to delete the photo and pretend you didn't see it.

You didn't need them anyway.

Now you are a successful woman.

___ White. The best stylist you've ever seen. Former number 1 karate champion.

You didn't need them. This was repeating itself several times in your head.

When you arrived at the party, you then got out of the car and went to the entrance to the event.

The house is very beautiful. It is big and has many windows.

Someone goes to her and takes her to where the guests are. Do you see that there are a lot of people talking probably about maybe business? You may never know.

You try to find Cheyenne through the place full of important people. Until you hear someone call your name excitedly.

She looks at the place and sees Cheyenne walking up to you excitedly and hugs you. Cheyenne is in a beautiful long red dress with a v-neckline.

--- I'm glad you're here! --- she releases you from the hug. Holding your arms looking at you with a smile. --- He comes! I have to introduce it to someone. --- she pulls you. --- He is very excited to meet you. --- she says excitedly.

You are a little incredulous with her but you say nothing, just let her pull you.

You walk to a part that was the VIP of the party. In this case, it was for her, the man who is helping her and you to stay.

As soon as you and Cheyenne arrived, you saw an older man with loose gray hair. He is wearing formal clothes.

He notices you and Cheyenne at the door, but his gaze stops on you, mesmerized by your beauty.

You are also paralyzed by the man's beauty, unable to start a conversation.

Cheyenne seeing that the two are staring at each other in silence. She smiles and sits down on one of the sofas in the place.

--- ___ this is Terrence. My business partner. --- says Cheyenne smiling.

The man stands up and walks over to you with one of his hands out for you to shake.

You realize that he is very tall and his height intimidated you a little.

--- Nice to meet you, Terrence Silver. --- says with his charming smile that could make many women fall.

With a small, equally charming smile, you shake the big hand of the man in front of you.

--- ___ White. Equally pleased to meet you. --- it says.

Neither of them could explain it, but that day something shone in both of their eyes.

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Chapter 1

Summary: ____ Larusso after many years of anger and loneliness in her own home, she decides to leave her family home. The young woman decides to build her future alone, managing to open her own fashion company. She was almost fine alone, until a certain someone appeared in her life.

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• 09/18/2013. •New York, United States.

In New York City, there is one of the biggest fashion companies the country has ever seen.

People are working non-stop as there will soon be a fashion show featuring the brand.

In the highest part of the large building is the company's CEO's office.

She was trying to concentrate and running her hand through her hair from time to time with stress.

Until someone knocks on your door. She quickly glances at the closed door and returns her gaze to the papers.

--- enter. --- says firmly.

The tall woman with blonde hair enters.

--- Mrs. White, Mrs. Hamidi is here to talk to you. --- he says with his hands folded behind his back in a formal way.

Larusso is still focused on important paperwork and is just getting started.

The blonde waves and leaves to tell Cheyenne that she can come in.

The brown-haired woman enters her friend's room and arrives at the door with a big smile.

The young CEO notices her friend's excited smile, then raises a confused eyebrow.

Cheyenne sits on the leather chair in front of her desk.

--- I have news! --- says excitedly.

Young Larusso leans back in her chair with her arms crossed.

--- And what new would that be? --- you ask. --- A new older man? --- laugh at the end.

The brown-haired woman takes a small ball of paper that was nearby and throws it at you.

--- HEY! --- shouts after being scared by the ball.

--- Well you are right and wrong. --- mocks jokingly. ---- Yes, he is an older man. --- start.

Before Cheyenne could say the part that you were wrong, you interrupt her.

--- I knew. --- says convinced.

The woman gives you a dirty look.

You just raise your arms pretending you were surrendering.

--- Can I continue? --- Cheyenne asks.

--- Of course. --- smiling playfully when she saw her friend's annoyance.

--- Continuing, you are wrong about me having something with him. --- it says. --- Yeah, he's rich and stuff. Plus it will just help me in my business. --- Cheyenne smiles solemnly. You start remembering what business Cheyenne is talking about.

--- Well, who will be this lovely man who will help you without wanting something more from you? --- asks with a small smile.

--- His name is Terrence silver. He's adorable! --- says smiling.

--- Are you sure he doesn't want something more with you? --- you ask your friend.

The woman looks at you a little indignantly.

--- Why can't you believe what I'm saying? --- Cheyenne asks.

--- Why do you have a history and have some relationships with men twice your age? And they have money. --- it says. --- Friend, I love you, but that's the truth. --- to laugh.

Cheyenne snorts. She looks at her watch and sees her time.

--- Well, I have to go shopping. --- it says. She gets up and goes to the door. But before leaving she turns to look at you. --- Oh, buy a really pretty dress. --- says with a bright smile.

--- Can I ask you why? --- says confused.

--- Tomorrow I will have a small "party" with some important people from my brand. --- she says. --- And I want you to go. This could also be a chance to meet Terrence. --- he speaks.

--- And what makes you think I will? --- you ask.

--- You would never let me down. --- says cheekily.

--- You would never disappoint me. --- he says cheekily.

You snort knowing it's true.

Before you can debate with her, Cheyenne simply leaves.

The young woman just shakes her head, a little frustrated that she didn't hear you. You press the button to speak to your secretary in your office.

--- Yes, Mrs. White? --- asks the woman.

--- Cancel the meeting, I will leave early today. --- you say.

--- ok, ma'am. --- The woman hangs up.

The young woman gets up from her chair, goes to the bag that is on a small table in the corner of the office and picks it up.

You then walked out of your room with the light going out behind you.

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Hi, you must not know who I am.

Well my name is ___ larusso. Yes, daughter of Daniel and Amanda Larusso. The oldest.

Since I was a 10 year old child I never got along very well with my father. Because according to him, Mr. Miyage said I had something not very good, so I was banned from practicing or learning karate. Unlike my brothers Sam and Anthony Larusso, who have been practicing since they were born.

I always felt excluded when my brothers practiced with my father in the backyard.

*Flashback*

Sitting on a sofa near the window inside the house. I watch with a look of desire the moves that my brothers are learning.

I look at my mother who is next to me working.

--- Mom, when can I learn these moves? --- I ask her hopefully.

She looks up from her notebook and looks at me.

--- when you grow up, dear. --- she gives a small smile but goes back to work.

I look back at the window and rest my head on my hand, thinking about the moment when I will make this dream come true. Learning karate makes my father proud.

*End of Flashback*

Well, you must be wondering: "why are you and your father angry with each other?"

The answer is simple. On a normal day, when I got home from school, I happily went to her and asked: "Daddy, when will I learn karate?"

He turned to me with an irritated look and said: "Karate is not for you, choose something else."

I remember he said it in the coldest way possible. I was just a kid who wanted to make my daddy proud.

When I told him to fix it, he would do it. He just said things that really hurt me at the time.

After that day, conversations with my father ended in fights and more fights.

When I turned 16 I decided to leave home, it was difficult but I found a house. I decided to learn karate hidden from everyone. I improved some techniques to the point of becoming a champion in several karate competitions.

Well that's me, ___ Larusso. The current CEO of one of the country's largest fashion companies.

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