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2022-04-09 20:25:56I shrugged off my jacket and left it on the bench in the middle, walking to the edge of it. I pressed my fingers against the thick glass in front of me as we moved around slowly, eagered to see everything. I did—I wanted it all. I wanted to see this gorgeous city spread before me in the night.
“We came to London right after we’d been to Paris,” George said out of the blue. His words cut through the easy silence that descended between us in the wake of my excitement.
“Really?”
“Yes. Dad had an important meeting I couldn’t attend, so Mom asked me if I’d accompany her shopping. I agreed, and at the end of the day, after dinner, she brought me here. It was marginally lighter on our journey, but I hated every second of it.”
I turned to him. “Why? How could you hate this?”
He crossed the p
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes. “Where?”“There’s no need to sound so suspicious. I can guarantee it’s a place you’ll be completely at home in.”“Where?”He tapped my hip. “You’re a little small without heels. Do you know that?”I smacked his stomach. “George! Don’t change the subject! And I am not short.”His lips spreaded into a grin. “I know, but you’re a good few inches shorter.”“This isn’t the conversation we’re having. I want to know where you’re taking me later. And I want to know now.”“Is that a demand, Miss McCartney?”“It’s a requirement I know, Mr. Stone. Or I’m not walking another step.” I stopped and put some extra oomph into stamping m
Last Updated : 2022-04-10My eyebrows took up residence somewhere behind my hairline. Mrs. Stone?“We’re not married,” I corrected her politely. “Much to Mr. Stone’s chagrin.”He gave me a look that said I’ll regret that later.“Oh, I’m ever so sorry.” She placed a hand on her chest. “That’s what one gets for assuming.”“It’s okay.” I smiled. “I doubt you’ll be the last to.”She returned my smile. “Can I help you in any way?”“Hmm…” My eyes foind the tiny strings I saw George eying contemplatively earlier. I picked up the white one beneath a matching basque and showed her it. “Do you have this in any other colors?”George clearee his throat and shifted when I looked at him.“We do. They’re jus
Last Updated : 2022-04-10“George,” I put a warning in my voice this time, and he laughed.“Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything ridiculously impulsive or drastic. Not right now.” He covered my mouth with his before I could respond, and I lightly punched his chest.“What have you done? Are you doing? Going to do? Whatever it is. What is it?”“Nothing. I’m messing with you. I haven’t done anything. I promise.” He dropped another kiss to my lips.“Yet? There’s always a yet with you. Always.”“I’m not promising I won’t, but I haven’t done anything at this moment in time.”“Oh, because that makes me feel so much better,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “You scare me. Do you know that?”He pushed away from the table and grabbed his tea, watching me over
Last Updated : 2022-04-11“Yes, sir.”We spent the rest of the dinner in silence before we all stepped into the gardens for drinks while the tables were cleared away. I engaged in casual conversation with Ivan, doing my best to keep him away from yet another of Tess’s bridesmaids.“Come dance,” he said, dragging me back into the room.“Your sister has to have her dance first, and I think George would likely kill you.”“Tomorrow, maybe, and he’s not here right now. Let me steal one.” He winked, his grin oozing boyish charm instead of sexuality, and I found myself giving in.“Fine. Okay. But I’m not being held responsible for this.”“I’ll take the blame.”We stood by the side and watched as Mich took Tess in his arms. A smile teased my lips as they moved elegantly across th
Last Updated : 2022-04-12“And?” He cupped my face and pulled me back from him when I didn’t answer. “And fucking what, Gina?”“And I’m going to tell her I’m done. I’m leaving. I quit.”His lips crashed into mine with a ferocity I never believed possible. They stoke a fire deep in the pit of my belly with each hard and forceful movement across mine.“Does this mean you forgive me?”I nodded against him. “I do.”“I don’t know how you do, but I’m… God.” He kissed me again. “I’m the luckiest bastard.”“I know,” I mumbled.He buried his face into my hair and took a deep breath. “You’re incredible, you know that? I am so very, very lucky to have you.” He pressed his lips to my collarbone, and the words tumbled
Last Updated : 2022-04-12George pushed himself inside me slowly, so slowly that I felt the stretching of all my muscles as every inch of him found its home. Each stroke was deeper than the last, long and sweet, deliciously erotic. His heavy breath in my ear was seductive, and I don’t remember ever feeling this way.Like right now, in this moment, it was just me and him and the love that was finally out in the open.Like everything was perfect.“George.” His name was a desperate plea from my lips as I felt the orgasm inside, coiling and sculpting deep in my belly, sending red-hot shoots of pleasure out.“Easy, baby.” He kissed my neck, lingering on my pulse point.“Please… I need…”He pushed right into me, hitting the right spot, and pulled back out. He did this again, still slowly, still gently, still with a remarkab
Last Updated : 2022-04-13And I am. In all honesty, I was completely glad he hired me that night. Regardless of the events since, staying and seeing it out was the best thing I could have done.I couldn’t control love. I knew this. But I can control how much of an impact it had on my life. I can control whether or not I choose to let it be my life. And that’s what I was doing. Instead of letting it spiral crazily inside me, instead of fighting it, I was embracing it.I was giving George my all, and he was giving me his.I looked out the window. “Um, this isn’t the way to my house.”“I know. You’re staying with me tonight.”“Demanding again, Mr. Stone?”“Requirement, Miss McCartney.”“You’re getting awfully requirement-happy lately. Are you aware of this?”His eyes crashe
Last Updated : 2022-04-13"I am so mad at you right now that I don’t even know what to say.” I knocked his hand from me and walked into the bedroom, letting the door slam behind me.The bedroom.Our bedroom.I kicked off my shoes and left my clothes in a heap before climbing into bed.Our bed.Huh.***A mug of coffee was waiting on the nightstand when I woke up. I stole a look at the clock on George’s side, blinking when it read eight thirty p.m. I had slept all afternoon?Damn jet lag.I inhaled the rich scent of the coffee before taking my first sip. It was still piping hot, and my eyes flit to the open bedroom door. I couldn’t hear anything—no television, no music, no low rumble of his voice.I placed the cup back on the side and grabbed some shorts and a tank from the closet. Seeing my clothes nex
Last Updated : 2022-04-14EpilogueFour Months Later“No, no, no!” I dropped my forehead to the table. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not fucking ivory!”Brenda patted my shoulder. “There, there, Bridezilla. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”“Brenda, with the amount George is paying them to get it right, I shouldn’t have to be chewing asses.” I sighed and straightened again. “This is crazy. Why can’t we just elope in some tropical country and get married without all this fancy crap?”My best friend laughed and shut the laptop down. “Okay, babe. Let’s get you a drink. You and I both know you wouldn’t want to have this any other way.”“I know. I just… I
I was not getting it out of him no matter how hard I tried. I knew he wouldn’t give anything away until he was good and ready, so I was stuck sitting here in my awkward limbo until he did. Stuck here, wondering, waiting, what-iffing.Our plates were cleared away and replaced with our main course. Again, it was eaten in silence, our eyes flitting from our plates to each other’s. The only difference was that there was a zinging of tension, one tight enough to cut, and I swallowed hard. My fork clattered as I placed it against my plate and looked at him firmly.“Do you want dessert?” he asked innocently, his steady voice betraying the tightness between us.“No. I want to know what this is.”“This? It’s dinner in the Eiffel Tower, sweetheart.”“No. What is it? Why are you doing it?”Geo
He prodded me in the side. “I think I found desires you weren’t aware of over the last few days.”Ah, this much wass true. Who knew having sex in front of a large bay window in the middle of the day was so fun?“I was very much aware of them. They’d just never been satisfied before now.”“They’ll continue to be satisfied, too.”“I should hope so.”He laughed quietly, burying his face into my neck. “Sit up. Let me wash your hair.”I did as he said, and he grabbed the showerhead from the little holder I placed it in for easy reach. When the water was the right temperature, I leaned my head back and let him wet my hair.“Ivan’s coming back to Seattle in a few weeks.”“He is?”“Hmm. He said he’ll call you to arra
“Again?”“Mhmm.”“Oh no.” I wrestled myself from him. “No, no, no!”I laughed, running through the apartment. And as I slammed the office door shut behind me, I realized my mistake.You never run from someone willing to stalk you until he can catch you.“Gina.” He hummed my name through the door. “Do I need to break the door down?”“That’s a habit for you.”“Open the fucking door. The longer you keep me waiting out here, the harder I’ll have to fuck you.”Oh, silly, silly man. When will he realized that, that was not a bad thing at all?I giggled and tapped out a random beat on the door. Truth was, I had no intention of letting George Stone fuck me right now.I planned to sit him on that fancy-ass leather chair an
“We are?” “Yes. You’re wearing my shirt again, and I believe it was some six hours ago I was promising to fuck you on my desk, so I suggest you get your ass into my office and hop up onto that desk pronto.” “You’re getting more demanding by the day, Mr. Stone.” I added some extra wiggle to my hips as I walked, and I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure behind me. And punished with a sharp smack on my ass. “I never said anything about a demand. I’m requiring you get on my damn desk. Now move.” *** “Thank you.” George took a large envelope from someone and closed the door behind him. I watched from my slouched position on the sofa as he pulled a letter opener from the kitchen drawer and sliced the letter open. Because who doesn’t keep one of those in their kitchen?
It was ten in the morning and George still wasn’t up.That alone told me how much yesterday tired him. He was incapable of sleeping past six. Crazy man.I rocked my head from side to side. If I had any idea exactly what he was doing last night, I’d go into his office and finish it. As it was, I had no idea, so all I can was sit there like a freaking orange waiting to be juiced.I couldn’t read because my concentration wouldn’t last beyond a page. I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on Facebook, I’ll do one of my own.The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell.I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?”“Hello? Gi
I sat up, brushing hair from my face, and listened for any indication of him being around. There wasn’t any, so I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way out of the room. The city lights flooded the front room, and I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Where could he possibly be at this time? Something creaked in the direction of his office, and I walked down the hall to it. His door was cracked open slightly, and a gentle light from the television was flickering through the tiny gap. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and eased it open, my eyes landing on his exhausted, shirtless figure. He was slumping over his desk, his fingers buried in his hair. His laptop was open in front of him, papers were scattered everywhere, some lying idly on the floor, and a desk light was illuminating the mess. “You should be in bed, asleep,” he mutte
“George!”“What does it say?” I looked at her. She bit her lip. “Rachel. Tell me now!”“She said that if you don’t pay within the hour, she’ll have it distributed to a large number of websites and presses ready to run a breaking news story first thing tomorrow. They’re waiting for her story.”“Will she fuck.” There was no wavering in his voice. Despite his lack of jacket and tie, George looked as serious as ever. “Rachel, get me her on the phone ten minutes ago.” He turned. “Alexander, get something drawn up that prevents her from contacting either Gina or me for the next fucking lifetime. This ends right now.”“George, you can’t pay her!” I wrenched myself from his mom’s grip. “Don’t be so fucking stupid!”He br
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking at my feet. Guilt and remorse—they flooded me. Consumed me.George pulled me into him and tilted my face back. “Look at me, Gina.”I shook my head. I couldn’t. Not this time. I couldn’t look in his eyes and know that everything we have was on the line. Everything he and his father have worked for was now hanging in limbo because of me.How many reporters have picked that up? How many stories will I see tomorrow? How many news alerts will pop up on my cell?“Gina.” His voice was hard. No-nonsense. “Look at me. Now.”My eyes disobeyed me. They raked up his body until they found a sea of bright blue.“We will figure this out. Do you understand me? It’s unexpected and sudden, but we will fix this.”Tears born of a real fea
