I smile at the sound of his voice. “Yes” I answer. “Can I see now?”The hopefulness and impatience in his voice brings a smile to my face again. Without replying, I unlock and open the door slightly. He pops his head in and the look on his face does something to me. I’m so lost in it, I don’t even realize when he pushes the door open further, worming his way inside and turning the latch to relock it. “What are you doing?” I whisper trying to look over him. “Sweet Jesus” is all he says as his arms wrap around my waist, drawing my body towards his. “You look incredible. We’re definitely buying this” “You like?” I ask teasingly as he gropes at my arse. “I fucking love. Turn around” he commands I do as he asks. “Christ” he groans as his fingers skim up the outside of my legs until they’re resting on my hips. In the reflection, I see his eyes planted firmly on my behind. He takes a step forward, rubbing his body against mine. When his gaze meets mine in th
When I’m done, I put my cock away before turning Emily around and pulling her into my arms. Although she’s clearly very embarrassed, I know she enjoyed it. The minute I saw her dressed in that lingerie, I had to have her. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her. It’s crazy. Losing ourselves in each other helps escape the cloud that’s looming over us, even if it’s just for a short time. No drama or pressures. No outside world. Just us becoming one.Christ, I sound like a damn pussy.We’ve heard nothing from Anne since she left my place in a huff yesterday morning. I’d be foolish to think that was the end of it, because in my heart I know it isn’t. Like me, she’s not prepared to let Emily go. I only hope that we can stay one step ahead of her. I don’t want that psycho bitch anywhere near my girl. “Do you need some help getting dressed?” I ask, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I think I can manage. You’ve already helped enough” she reply.I don’t miss the sarcasm in he
The next two days passes without incident. There’s still no word from Anne, and it’s disconcerting. She wouldn’t give up that easy. I wish I knew what she had planned, so I could stay one step ahead. I have a feeling she’ll pounce when we least expect it.Emily, for the most part, seems okay. On occasions, when she thinks I’m not watching, I see the worry etched on her beautiful face. I haven’t gone to work for that very reason. As long as we’re together, she’s safe. I’ve been doing what I can from home, but I’ll have to go back in to the office eventually. I was hoping the situation with Anne would’ve been all sorted by now.The time I’ve spent with Emily this week has been amazing. She’s smart, witty and completely fucking adorable. She’s down to earth and just a pleasure to be around. I love how easy-going she is. Most of the women I’ve been with in the past are high maintenance.Even if things don’t last between us—and I find myself hoping they do —I know I’ll cherish every seco
Saturday morning, I get a nice surprise. “What’s going on?” I ask when Damian leads me into the lounge room. “I have a work function to attend tonight, and I was hoping you’d be my date” “Really?” I ask. “Really. Will you come with me?” “Of course, yes” I say without hesitation, even though butterflies swarm in my stomach at the thought of going. I’m not even sure why, I’ve attended these kinds of events a thousand times in the past. I guess this is the first time I’ll be going as someone’s date instead of their client, as Emily the person, not Emily the escort. “Great” he replies, pulling me into his arms. After placing a kiss on my forehead, he turns towards our guest. “Emily Mcdwell, this is Brendon. He’s a stylist and friend of my brother’s” “It’s lovely to meet you” he says, taking my hand and placing a kiss on my knuckles. “You’re simply stunning” He shifts my arm out to the side as his eyes travel the length of my body. “It’s going to be
When I exit the ensuite, I find Damian standing on the other side of the bedroom, in front of the mirror. He’s already dressed in his tux and tying his bowtie. I take a minute to drink him in. His strong back and broad shoulders are accentuated in his tailor-made jacket.My breath catches in my throat as I look at him. God really took His time with this man. He smiles at me and the bueries in my stomach almost lift me aoat. I feel like a Princess at the end of her fairy tale, geing her happy ever after. It is so surreal, it feels like I’m dreaming. My eyes move towards the reflection in the mirror and I’m again left breathless by him.The moment he notices me watching him, he swings around. His lips curve into a smile as his eyes move down the length of my body. Being dressed up is nothing new for me, but I find myself hoping he likes what stands before him. Appearance has never been high on my agenda. On Anne’s, yes, but never on mine. In this moment though, it means everythi
We’re both quiet on the drive to the function. I crossed a line before we left. It’s a line I was certain I’d never cross. But that was until Emily came into my life. As I stood gazing into her eyes after giving her the earrings, something happened that I can’t put into words. It was like a sucker punch to the chest. A kind of epiphany, you could say. The feeling hit me like a tonne of fucking bricks, and I’m not sure what to think about it. I'm way over my head here. “You ready?” I ask, lacing my fingers through hers as we walk towards the function center. Tonight is huge for me. Emily is the only girlfriend I’ve ever had, so bringing her here to meet my family and work colleagues is a big fucking deal. I’m apprehensive, but also excited to show her off to everyone. I’m pretty sure she’ll love my mum. My dad is a whole other story. “Ready as I’ll ever be” she says, tightening her grip on my hand. She seems nervous. “I think it’s only fair to warn you that you’ll be m
Damian’s father is Anne’s lover! He recognized me. I had not seen him since the night of my eighteenth birthday party. I know he and Anne are still together. Now things are more complicated than I thought. Damian obvio doesn’t know about them. I watch him and Damian engage in a low heated conversation. He walks back to the table in anger. Thankfully, Damian stayed by my side for most of the night. His mum seems really lovely and kept making conversation with me, but unfortunately I can’t say the same about his father. I tried my best not to look at him after the unfriendly greeting he gave me. The one time I did, I found him glaring at me. I gather he doesn’t approve of me dating his son.Meeting Victoria and Shawn Stone made me think of my own parents. I hate that I have no family to introduce Damian to. I’ve wondered about them a lot over the years, but I try not to do it often. It hurts too much. My mother died, but my father obviously didn’t want me, because he gave me up.
“Where’s Emily?” I ask my mother when I arrive back at the table. After getting stuck listening to Claire whine for five excruciating minutes, I was stopped by one of my clients. Normally it wouldn’t bother me, but I didn’t want to leave Emily at the table with my father for too long. “She went to the ladies’ room about ten minutes ago, but hasn’t returned” my mother tells me. For some reason, that gives me a sick feeling in my stomach. Slamming the drinks down onto the table sends the liquid flying everywhere, but that’s the least of my worries at the moment. What if something’s happened to her? Christ, Anne. I break into a run as I head across the room. My heart is beating so hard I can hear it thumping in my ears. “Emily” I call out, bashing on the door of the ladies’ room. I’m sure I look like a dick, but I don’t care. “Emily”Relief floods through me when the door swings open, but it doesn’t last long when I see Claire glaring back at me. “Is Emily in there?”
“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