Sweet Revenge: A Nanny to Mommy Romantic Suspense

by Ford, Mia

  “Nope. I won’t have to worry about you bastards for very long…”

  I chuckled to myself as I moved to the couch and turned on a ballgame. Checking my watch, I realized what time it was and decided I would put the ball in motion for Leia and me to get engaged. My goal was that the engagement would be short-lived and that we would be married within a few months, but it was important that I not push the matter or act like I was antsy for it. Things had a certain order that they needed to go in and I wanted to make sure that I didn’t raise any suspicions by being overzealous.

  I picked up my phone and called Leia. She was happy to hear from me as always.

  We chatted a bit and I listened patiently as she told me about her day. “Hey, honey,” I said. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”

  We made the dinner plans and I went about making some other reservations. It was going to be quite the special night.

  Chapter Nine

  Leia

  “Well, how do I look?”

  My friend Penny put the magazine down she was leafing through and stood beside me at the mirror, first checking me and then checking my reflection. “You look great,” she said.

  I smiled. “You are a good friend, but honestly—do I look alright?”

  Penny rolled her eyes and groaned at me. “You know you do. Why do you always need my confirmation on stuff like this?”

  “Because I trust your keen fashion sense and eye for detail,” I said.

  Penny put her arm around me. “I may be a fashion blogger, but that doesn’t make me an expert. I know—it’s shocking! But any idiot can start a blog and call themselves whatever they want. No one has ever checked my credentials or anything like that.”

  “Ha, ha,” I said mocking her before breaking into a giggle. “Thanks. And yes, I am aware of the hard fought victories you had to go through to start your own free blog, but it is popular and you do make a pretty good income off the ad revenue, so that kind of paints you as remarkably knowledgeable on the subject.”

  “Yeah, I know. I just love talking about my blog.”

  “You are crazy, but thanks. I needed the giggles. I’m so nervous tonight.”

  “What for?” Penny asked.

  “Well, Ted told me that he is taking me somewhere nice and to dress appropriate. He told me it was going to be a very special evening.”

  “Hmmm…. Well, I’m intrigued. Now, special evening…what do you think that means?”

  I checked a few strands of hair that were standing crazy and sighed. “I’m not sure. We haven’t been together that long, so there are no anniversaries or anything that I’m aware of.”

  Penny sat down on the edge of my bed excitedly. “Ooh! What if he is one of those guys that over celebrates every little milestone in a relationship. You know, like first kiss, first hand holding, three-month anniversary—that sort of thing.”

  “I don’t think he is and that would be very annoying,” I said.

  Penny shook her head and clicked her lips. “You have no soul. There is an abundant lack of romance in your life, my dear.”

  “Wow, now you are being overdramatic. I have romance. I’m full of romance, but I’m not weird about it.”

  “There is nothing weird about romance. I think everything should be celebrated.”

  “You have so many issues,” I said. “But I love you anyway”

  “What are Chastity and Angel doing tonight?” Penny asked. “If this is such an important thing, I figured they’d be here flocking around you.”

  “They don’t flock…do they?”

  “They totally flock. I love them dearly, but they both need to get lives in the most serious way.”

  “I agree,” I said. “I’m not sure what they are up to, but I didn’t tell them much about tonight.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because they don’t have lives and you know how they get. They would have me so nervous by the time I left here that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I’d be a total wreck. So I called you for guidance and advice. You are my calm friend.”

  “It’s very sad that you consider me your calm friend, but I’m glad to be here. And yes, you look stunning.”

  I glanced back at myself in the mirror. I was wearing one of my best looking dresses that was very expensive, but I hardly ever wore it. It was tailor made and it just accentuated every single one of my curves and my bust so beautifully. Whenever I found myself not feeling sexy, I would put this dress on and it would instantly do the trick. It was an ultimate-power dress. This dress should have been a registered weapon. It was that hot.

  “So, he is taking you to a nice restaurant?” Penny asked. “Isn’t he kind of poor? I mean, he hasn’t done any racing in a while and you said his car and apartment aren’t that great.”

  “They are fine, but I don’t think he has a lot of money coming in, if any at all right now. He is just trying to get on his feet. That’s a big blow to take. He had worked his whole life for this and now when he is just about to achieve it, the whole thing blows up in his face. I know he is hurting, but he is trying so hard to be strong.”

  “I get that,” Penny said. “That’s cool. I just wonder what he means by ‘nice’ and how he is paying for it.”

  Looking at her I had to wonder. She did have a good question, but I promised myself that I wasn’t going to ask too much about it. I could have even offered to pay but Ted was too stuck in his ways to ever accept my charity; I knew that. In fact, I kind of loved that about him. He was a salt of the earth type of guy. And from what I could tell he had a heart of gold.

  I found out soon what Ted meant by ‘nice’. I was blown away.

  When Ted pulled up in front of my house he was riding in a big stretch limousine. And it was certainly not one of mine, nor my driver.

  “Honey, I know this had to cost a lot of money. How did you pull this off?” I asked Ted when he bounded up the steps to my door.

  Ted smiled. “I have my sources,” he replied. (I later learned that his friend Bruce’s uncle owned a small limousine company and let him borrow the limo free of charge, and Ted borrowed five hundred dollars from his friend Bennie, promising to pay him back with interest…eventually). Yep, Ted’s charm was endless and effortless.

  “So, what all do you have planned for this evening?” I asked when we were in the limo.

  Ted smiled and put his arm around me. “Oh, there will be a few surprises. I just hope you are ready for them.”

  I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder. I was very excited to see what surprises were ahead.

  The limo dropped us off at Island Prime. It was actually one of my favorite dinner spots. The food and the service were exquisite and the view was perfect with a large view of the San Diego skyline. It was picturesque.

  “Ted, you didn’t have to go to all of this trouble,” I said. I wanted to bring up the money thing but I didn’t dare insult Ted’s pride. But I really didn’t see how he was able to afford this. While we’d become very close, I did not know the full extent of Ted’s finances and I didn’t want to ask, just as he never asked about my money at all.

  “It’s no trouble,” Ted said. “I wanted to show you a wonderful evening. You work so hard; I know that you deserve it. And I want to do what I can to make you happy all the time.”

  “Nobody is happy all the time,” I said.

  Ted leaned close to me. “Well, you should be.”

  His voice was low, almost a whisper. It was rugged and sensual when he spoke that way.

  I blushed and sipped my wine.

  “What do you think you’d like to have?” Ted asked. “Anything you want.”

  I was still looking over the menu and enjoying the music playing in the background. It was slow and sweet, yet it reminded me of something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it put me in a melancholy, almost a nostalgic mood.

  “What are you thinking?” Ted asked with a soft smile on his sweet looking lips. They shined perfectly under the dimly lit
overhead lights.

  The atmosphere was so romantic.

  “How do you know I’m thinking anything in particular?” I teased.

  “Because I can tell. I’m very good at reading people. Something is dancing behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I was just curious if you’d like to share with the rest of the class.”

  I laughed at his joke. “Ok, I was thinking about the trips my family used to take to Hawaii when I was a kid. We went there a few times a year, so much so that it was like a second home to me. It is so beautiful and peaceful there. And there is always music from somewhere, that sweet, Hawaiian music that draws you in and gets the hips swaying back and forth. Before you realize it you are locked into a groove that won’t let go.”

  “Wow, that is some imagery,” Ted said. “I think you and I should go there sometime.”

  “Oh, it’s a date.”

  * * *

  “Wow, so how did you know I love this beach?” I asked.

  He’d even picked up on my favorite spot. Wow, he was good. A man who noticed all the little things—that had always been the key to my heart for sure. And Ted seemed to just move right through and check off every single box on my internal list. It was funny, but I used to talk to Penny about the dream guy and how I had a list in mind that he would have to have. Penny told me I was thinking of Mr. Perfect, who did not exist. I disagreed with her wholeheartedly. Mr. Perfect did exist—and I’d found him.

  “I’m fairly certain you told me about it at one point,” Ted said. “And it just kind of stayed with me.”

  We walked along the beach for a bit just enjoying each other’s company and not really saying anything. It was nice to just be together without having to say anything. The sun had just set when we arrived there and the last remaining strands of pinkish orange hue painted the horizon. It was beautiful, but it faded quickly.

  “It’s sad isn’t it?” Ted asked.

  I stared at the sky a moment longer as we walked slowly along the beach, feeling the sand squishing beneath my feet, not really caring that I might have been ruining an expensive pair of shoes (but glad I’d worn flats).

  “What’s sad?” I asked.

  “The way the sun always leaves us in the evening. You know it’s coming back within twelve hours or less, but still it kind of takes it all away, the life.”

  “What do you mean? I’ve always loved the night.”

  “I do love the night, but I’ve always preferred the day. I usually wake up before dawn just so I can be there when the first few rays of sweet sunlight returns. I like to greet it and welcome it home. My grandfather used to call it his old, warm friend. I guess I got a lot of that from him.”

  “Sounds like you were close with him.”

  He smiled and shook his head slowly. “Yeah, I was really close with him. He was a kind man and I loved him dearly. He passed away when I was ten and it still hurts when I think of him. But I have the good memories at least to hold onto.”

  “That’s what’s important,” I said. “I remember it vividly, the day my parents died. It will never leave me, but I always strive to remember the good memories first. I hang on to those because I know that is what they would want me to hold onto, to remember about them. They wouldn’t want me to focus on the fact they are not here with me any longer. I’m just grateful for the time I did get to share with them. And as long as I have that, then I know they will never really be gone.”

  A single tear dropped from my eye. Ted reached over and held his hand under my eye, letting the teardrop touch him and blend into his skin. Then he leaned forward and kissed me very softly, our lips barely touching, but all of the hope, love, and warmth that two people can give to each other were present in that brief, sweet kiss.

  “That’s right,” Ted said. “That’s all there is sometimes… just memories. And you have to live for them.”

  I started to look away but suddenly Ted was on one knee in front of me. It took a few seconds to fully register what it was that he was doing and what was about to happen. Was he…? What? No… it…?

  The thoughts would hardly form in my mind. My eyes kept trying to close as if they were beating back some terrible dream to prevent the overload of excitement from crushing my system. My heart was pounding in my chest like a loud, crashing drum echoing inside my ears.

  “What…” I started to speak, but Ted beat me to it.

  “Leia Daniels, I love you. You say you love me and I believe you. We may have had a brief time on this earth together so far, but I can’t possibly imagine one single day more without you as my wife. I need you beside me for always. Will you please, do me the honor of being my wife?”

  “YES!”

  The sound burst from my mouth almost too fast for my lips to move out of the way to form the word. My response started as an epic pain in the top part of my chest and suddenly as if sucked out of me by a vicious whirlwind it had exploded from my being.

  Ted stumbled slightly on his one knee as if to brace himself as I threw my arms around him and hugged him to the ground. We were both now being covered in sand and I don’t think either one of us cared one bit.

  “So, you are saying yes?” Ted asked.

  “Of course! Of course!” I squealed loudly in his ear.

  We laid there rolling around a bit together for a few minutes.

  “Wow, the limo company is going to be pissed when they get it back covered in sand,” Ted said with a laugh.

  “Eh, if they complain I’ll pay for it.”

  “I can pay for the cleaning,” Ted said. “Don’t worry about it.”

  “I meant, I’ll pay for the damn limo,” I laughed.

  We barely made it back to the limousine before we started making out hot and heavily. It was all such a whirlwind. I’d never dreamt that Ted would propose to me so quickly or so suddenly. It was always in the back of my mind and as I sat there in the back of the limo kissing him passionately, feeling his warming skin against mine I found my mind moving back in time about a month before when I first realized that I could never imagine my life going forward without Ted by my side. I saw a future with us and when I saw that future I saw us together always, growing into old age, and I could see beautiful children growing up beside us. I couldn’t wait to be a mother and I wanted to be Ted’s wife more than I’d ever wanted anything before.

  And then he’d proposed. It was almost surreal. There was real magic there and if I’d never believed in miracles before, I did now. And I still do.

  Ted’s hands moved up my long, slender legs under my skirt until he found my underwear. I thought he would just rip them and cast them aside as was his usual style, but instead he surprised me by pressing his thick, meaty fingers into me through the fabric. He went slowly at first, slowing down the foreplay and somehow taming his passion as his kisses became more drawn out, longer, and deeper.

  My head was rushing with sensation as my mind and body came together in a perfect union to create the ultimate symphony of pleasure in my body. My skin grew moist with sweat as I tried to control my breathing from spinning out of control, but every single touch, each soft movement from Ted’s skin against mine made my own body just cry out in ecstasy. I had to have him inside of me. I couldn’t stand another moment where he wasn’t making sweet love inside of me, not as my boyfriend, not as my lover, but officially as my fiancé. He was now the man I was destined to spend my life with. I was going to marry him and we were going to be happy together forever. This thought drove my lust for him wild as it mingled with my love and my devotion to this amazing man.

  Ted’s fingers skimmed the edge of my panties and slowly nestled their way underneath the fabric until now he was touching my flesh. His fingers were just barely scraping against my dripping wet, outer lips. I was lubed up, wet, and ready for him to charge ahead into me. But he was taking his time, teasing me, and milking everything he could out of it.

  I moved my body a bit to force his fingers into me a little bit. He resisted playfully for a momen
t and then he relented and suddenly plunged two of his thick, succulent fingers into my wet pussy.

  “AAAHH!” I gasped loudly as my body flung itself backwards against the seat. I was so sensitive to the touch that my body threatened to go into some kind of orgasmic convulsions.

  Ted took delight in it. He was smiling widely as he watched me.

  “Do it,” he said.

  I locked eyes with his and I suddenly knew what he wanted me to do. I grabbed hold of his thick wrist to steady myself and I began humping into his fingers. They slipped in and out of me, probing and sliding along my inner walls. I wished they were longer so they could go deeper… but I would soon have a tool for that…

  “Is this…what… you want?” I gasped as I fucked his fingers harder and harder. My wetness was sliding perfectly along his hand. It was triggering my orgasm. I could feel it coming soon and I knew that it was going to be epic.

  “Yes…” Ted whispered. He leaned forward and smothered my mouth with his. The kiss was so deep, as if he was trying to suck my soul out through my mouth into his own. And honestly the imagery made it all so much hotter. I wanted us to be one person. We would soon be one being living for the other.

  “Shit!” I gasped as my body rocked back and the spasm of my orgasm echoed from my loins and ripped its way up into my lower abdomen and then quickly blasted the pleasure to every single part of my body. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t move. There was nothing I could do until it was over. I was completely at the mercy of the orgasm. My own hips had stopped moving and bucking against Ted’s fingers, but he was only beginning to play.

  Ted continued to move in and out of me fast, hard, and deep as my orgasm trembled over his flesh. I wanted to rip free from his grip as the ecstasy had become almost a wave of agony because it was just too intense, but I couldn’t. He held the exquisite pleasure in place and continued to serve it to me hard.

  “Fuck…” I whispered as the orgasm began to subside. My body felt spent. I wondered if the driver could hear anything up front and the thought made me laugh.