The thought of leaving him tugs at my heart in a tight pain. “Fuck!” I hear Damian groan from behind me. “What?” I ask, turning around. “You look fine in that dress, like damn hot, and you’re wearing those damn shoes again” “What?” I feel my face screw up. “Those red heels” he says, pointing to my feet. “You were wearing them at the airport. The day I met you” I can’t believe he remembers what I was wearing on my feet that day. “I was?” I ask obviously surprised. “Yes, you were. I want to see you wearing nothing but those shoes one day” he says seductively, narrowing his eyes at me. “Oh yeah?” “You’re fucking beautiful” he growled, still holding himself back. “Your skin, it just ... drinks up the light”I smile and say nothing. Instead, I stepped up to him, pulling his face down to mine, his mouth down to mine, his willing and ready tongue down to mine. He seizes me greedily, his hands digging into my flesh, his hips pressing an iron length
After washing my face and getting dressed, I head downstairs. I’ll shower and change when I get home since I don’t have any clean clothes with me. I’m hoping Gerald is up so I can apologize for being MIA for most of yesterday. I also want to speak with him to see what he knows about Emily’s situation. I have to figure out a way to see her again.When I reach the landing I hear the sounds of a vacuum, so I head in that direction. “Good morning, sir” the elderly lady says when she sees me standing in the doorway. “Is there something I can help you with?” “I’m actually looking for Gerald, is he in?” I ask. “Last time I saw Mr James” she replies, “he was sitting out by the pool, having breakfast” “Thank you” I say walking to the direction of the pool. “Here’s to the man of the hour” Gerald calls out as I walk onto the patio. “Come on, join me for breakfast” “Man of the hour? What do you mean?” I ask as I take a seat opposite him and reach for a piece of melon
For the next few days my thoughts are solely about Emily. I’m desperate to see her again. I left Gerald’s house on Sunday with her madam’s business card, and I’ve spent the majority of my time finding out everything I can about Madam Anne Mcdwell, which isn’t much. It appears this woman goes to great lengths to cover her tracks. So why does her name sound so familiar? Like I’ve heard it somewhere. By Wednesday, I’m struggling to focus on my mounting workload. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve checked my phone, just hoping to see a text from Emily. By late afternoon it becomes apparent I’m probably not going to. If she’s not going to make the move, then I need too.Pulling out the card Gerald gave me, I dial Madam Anne’s number. Guilt consumes me as I wait for someone to answer. I feel like I’m breaking all the promises I made to myself growing up. I swore I’d never be anything like my father and resort to paying for sex. This isn’t really about that, though. While sex with Em
“Hello Anne” I say as soon as I pick up my call. “Come over to the house now” she barks into the phone. She quite often does this, so I’m not particularly worried. But this woman is full of surprises, so I never know what to expect. I’d only just left the gym, so I rush home to shower and change. I knew she’d be pissed off at me for taking longer than expected, but she would’ve been even angrier if I turned up in my gym clothes looking like a hot mess. “I shouldn’t be long” I tell Robert after he pulls up outside her home. “Good luck” he replies, making me laugh. Hopefully I won’t need it. “You took your sweet time” Anne snaps when I enter the house. “I called you over an hour ago” “I was at the gym. I had to go home to shower and change”She walks towards her office, and I follow. “Sit” she demands. Once she’s seated, she picks up a white envelope, handing it to me. “What’s this?” I ask. “Your job for tonight”What? “But it’s my day off”Her e
Damian’s hand tightens around mine as he places a soft kiss on the side of my head. “You have no idea how happy I am that you’re here, sweetheart” The sincerity behind his words warms my heart. I smile fully. “Come. We’ll put your bag in my room and I’ll give you a tour before we eat” “Do you live here all by yourself?” I ask as we walk up the stairs. “I do. Although I had my brother living here for a few years, but he has his own place now” “How old is your brother?” “Thirty, five years younger than me. We weren’t close growing up because of the age gap, but we are now”So he’s thirty five, he looks good for that age. Too good! “That’s nice. Don’t you get lonely living in this big house all on your own?” I say wondering how he copes with the solitude. “I like my privacy, but sometimes, I guess” he says with a shrug.When we reach his room door, he sets my bag down just outside the door. “I’m not sure if I trust myself having you in here right now
After the tour, we head into the lounge room. I’m struggling to keep my hands off her, but tonight isn’t about that. I want Emily to know she means more to me than a good time. That in itself proves how special she is to me. Until her, it was only ever about the sex.I had contemplated taking her out to dinner tonight, but I’m selfish. I find myself wanting to give her everything she deserves, but I also wanted her all to myself. She’s the first woman I’ve ever had in my home, apart from my mother. Before Emily came along, the last thing I wanted was one of my casual lays tainting my sanctuary. “Sit” I command, gesturing to the white leather couch. “I hope you’re hungry” “Are you cooking?” She ass with amusement dancing in her eyes.Her comment makes me laugh. “Hardly. My housekeeper usually cooks for me, but I’ve given her the night off. I had something else in mind”The moment she takes a seat, I have to quickly divert my eyes. Her sexy-as-hell white dress rides up, reveal
Her wish is my command. Moving off her to kneel on the floor beside the couch, I pull my shirt over my head. My gaze moves down to her waist as she shimmies her dress over her hips, revealing a tiny pair of pink lace panties. Fuck me. Does she realize how sexy she is? She crosses her arms over her torso, pulling her dress up and over her head in one swift motion. Her barely there pink bra cups her breasts perfectly, and I realize I’m in love with her tits. “You’re so beautiful” I whisper as I kiss a path up her leg. “Perfection” “Damian” she says breathlessly as her hands stroke over my hair. “Lie back” I command. My lips curve up against her skin when she does exactly as I ask. “As pretty as these are, sweetheart, they’ve gotta go” Sliding my fingers into the flimsy lace, I tear them effortlessly from her body, exposing her sweet pussy. My eyes hungrily drink her in.Breathtaking. I bunch up the lace in my hand before shoving it into my pocket. I’ll add these to
I woke up to Damian’s handsome face between my legs, which was a pleasant surprise. We barely slept. I’ve had the most amazing time here with him. I wish it never had to end. “Morning beautiful” he breathed against my sensitive flesh. “I hope you don’t mind, but I was hungry”I let out a small laugh as I ran my fingers through his hair. “You’ll get no complaints from me” I said breathlessly. “None whatsoever” I’d love to wake up like that every morning.Saying I’m feeling a little tender between the legs would be an understatement. I love that I’ll be feeling the effects of being with him long after I’ve left here. After Damian had me for breakfast, he took me up against the tiles in the shower, but it was wonderful.Now we both have sombre looks on our faces as he carries my bag downstairs. After placing the suitcase by his feet, he pulls me into his arms. “I wish I didn’t have to let you go” he says as he places his forehead on mine. Tears sting my eyes, but I don’
“That’s it baby. I’m taking you to the doctor. No flu is going to have you throwing up for two weeks straight” Damian says, holding my hair for what seems like the hundredth time.I rest my head on my arm that’s lying on the toilet and take deep breaths. I am so sick of being sick. For the past two weeks all it seems I do is eat, throw it back up, and sleep. I’m exhausted and I’ve gained a lot of weight. I know Damian is right and I need to find out what’s wrong.I lift my head and see Jaxon holding a glass of water out for me. I stand on shaky legs and gratefully take the glass from him. My first sip gets swirled in my mouth and then spat out into the sink. I chug the rest of it like I haven’t had anything to drink in days. I next brush my teeth, because not to would be gross.I turn to face Damian and lean against the counter. He steps up to me and places his hands on the counter on either side of my waist. His expression is worried. He’s noticed the weight that I’ve g
Six months laterI leave the kitchen carrying a batch of freshly baked Snickers cookies. It’s my own recipe and one of my bestsellers. Buying that chocolate at the airport turned out to be the best decision I’ve ever made. That insignificant moment changed my life. Damian still says that, to this day, he can’t walk past a Snickers bar without thinking of me.The bell above the door chimes just as I place the hot tray on the counter. Taking off my oven gloves, I turn to greet my first customer for the day. It’s been almost three months since I opened my patisserie. It’s everything I dreamed it would be, and more. I decided to name it ‘Life’s Sweet’, because that’s exactly what life has become—sweet. I’ve come a long way from where I once was. Thanks to my husband and new found family, the horrors of my past seem like a distant memory.As hard as it was for him, Damian didn’t interfere, and let me pay for everything with the money I’d earnt from working for Anne. He likes to spoi
Anne’s trial finally rolled around. Both Robert and I were subpoenaed as witnesses. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous, but on the other hand, I was eager to see this through to the end—to finally be able to put Anne, my past, and everything I went through behind me. I have a wonderful life now and a family who loves me, so there’s no point dwelling on something I can’t change. I know Robert is keen to see justice served, and the monsters responsible for his daughter’s death finally held accountable.To my dismay, I’m the first to be called to the stand. I’ve been dreading this day. Under the circumstances, the court offered to let me give my evidence by video link, but that would be the coward’s way out. I refuse to let her take one more piece of my dignity. I’d forever be disappointed in myself if I didn’t face her. I firmly believed standing up to Anne is exactly what I need to finally be free. It’s something I’ve yearned for. She bullied and intimidated me for far too
I haven’t stopped smiling since the moment I got out of bed this morning. Even though Damian already feels like family to me, today it becomes official.In under an hour I’ll be Mrs Emily Stone and I can’t put into words how happy that makes me. I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. I’ll finally belong to someone. “You look beautiful” Robert says as he straightens my veil. “I’m honored to be giving you away today” “There’s no one else I’d rather” I reply. And that’s the truth. “You’re the closest thing I have to a father” “I’m so proud of you, Emily” I have to fight back the tears when I hear his voice crack. “From the moment I met you, I hoped that one day you’d find happiness. I’m so glad I get to witness it” “I love you, Robert” I say as I wrap my arms around him. I’ve never told him that before, but I do. “Emily” he replies, choking up. “I love you too. Although I lost a daughter, I’ve gained another in you. I’m extremely grateful t
find Emily in the kitchen when I arrive home a week after our return from Paris. She gives me a beautiful smile as I place an envelope on the table and go to her. It hurts my heart to know I’m about to wipe that smile off her pretty face. I’m having serious misgivings about pushing her into this now. But I’ve found information on Emily’s family, and everything she needs to know is now sitting in that large white envelope. Her father’s lawyer was very helpful, but the news is going to gut her.At least she won’t be left wondering for the rest of her life.I plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Hi, beautiful” “Hi, handsome”Stepping back, I pull her with me until I’m seated at the table and she’s on my lap. “Is everything okay?” she asks. “You look grim” “I have some good news, and some bad news” I watch as her eyes move to the envelope sitting in front of us. “It’s about your father” “You found him” she whispers as her hands cover her mouth. Her eyes fill with tear
After pulling me in for a scorching hot kiss, he releases me and walks toward the bed. I quickly grab what I need before ducking into the bathroom.Emerging a short time later, I find Damian sitting at the foot of the bed. His arms are positioned behind him, taking his body weight. His long legs are extended out in front of him and are crossed at the ankle. He’s unbuttoned his shirt, and I can see a hint of his toned and tanned chest. There’s a sexy smile on his lips and a glint of what’s yet to come in his eyes. It makes my pulse quicken.His gaze leaves mine and slowly travels down my body. He was wrong about the red shoes being his memory, because they’re about to become our memory. He told me once that he’d like to see me wearing nothing but these shoes.Wish granted.A smile explodes onto his face when he gets to my feet. “Fuck me” he gasps. “My favorite shoes”He goes to stand. I immediately hold my hand out to stop him. I’m nervous, but I want to do something I used
“Monsieur et madame, de cette manière s’il vous plaît” a man says, smiling pleasantly. “Why does he want us to follow him?” I ask as my hand latches around Damian’s elbow. “He’s taking us to the lift that will take us up to the top of the tower”For a minute I thought—I don’t know what I thought, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. I guess Damian weirding out on the way up has put me on edge. But I hope bungee jumping off the Eiffel Tower is illegal, that’s all I’m saying.The moment we step into the other lift, Damian goes all weird again, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. It makes my stomach churn. He’s never acted this way with me before. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to” I whisper. I’m grasping at straws, trying to find out what’s going on inside his head, all the while hoping to God it has something to do with heights or confined spaces, and nothing to do with us or our relationship. “Do what?” he asks as he stops pacing and tu
I have nothing to be nervous about; I have a natural talent for cooking, so I’m sure impress, but I’m really nervous. Placing his finger under my chin, Damian raises my face to meet his. “Impossible. You’ve got this in the bag, sweetheart. You may even show him a thing or two” “That’s very sweet of you to say, but I highly doubt it” I say, laughing. “Don’t underestimate your talents. I’ve eaten at some of the finest Michelin-starred restaurants in the world. Your cooking rivals the best, and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants” “You have a permanent invitation to my pants, Mr Stone” I say, placing a soft kiss over his heart. “I’m glad to hear that” he moves his hands down to squeeze my arse. “Now let me get dressed before I do something that’s going to make you late”Damian’s confidence in my ability gave me the pick-me-up I needed. Though I’ll admit I’m a little starstruck when we meet Pierre, I’m completely taken aback when Damian drap
Emily is up and ready to take shower. I can tell she is filled with a mix of excitement and nerves about meeting Pierre.It was a long flight with a five-hour layover in Dubai, and we had no plans for the rest of the day, so we spent it in bed.That sexual energy she exudes, her beauty, her desire, her cunt, her orgasms. I want them to be mine. All mine.I never planned to let her go, but now I know I can’t.I have to have her, and just having her isn’t enough. It’s easy to keep her body captive, but I want her mind and maybe even her heart. Extending my hand to her, I help her down off the bed. “You want to shower” I ask alluringly. “Don’t I look like I’m about to?” She asks ra “Yeah. But before you get clean” I say, pulling my cock out, “you can clean me off. With your mouth of course” “Of course” she says with a smile speeding on her lips. “On your knees, mouth on my cock,” I order.Is that a blush I see on her obstinate cheeks as she parts her li