“I have a few more months left on my lease, I don’t think that I can break it right now,” she says quietly.
“I’m sure that your landlord would be okay with it, if they knew that you got married and now you and your new husband wanted to live together.”
“But, do we?” she asks, and I can’t tell whether or not she’s serious. I look at her and her features give nothing away.
“You do know that’s how successful marriages work, right?”
“I’m sure that there are plenty of people who are married that don’t live together. In fact, I think that would make a for very successful marriage. Think about it. You wouldn’t get sick of one another, and all those small annoying habits won’t piss you off, and you have to walk around rolling your eyes and mumbling under your breath.”
“Like what kind of things?” I say, muffling my laughter, egging her on and interested in what she has to say.
“Snoring, or chewing too loudly,” she offers with a shrug.
“I have a two-bedroom apartment on Pine Street. It’s a nice building, and we don’t have to share a room, unless you certainly want to.” I notice a perk in her features at my statement that she’s trying to conceal.
“I don’t want to inconvenience you, make you get rid of things and then bombard your place with a bunch of my things.”
“Why not? The room is going to waste, and you wouldn’t be any inconvenience. You’d be an added bonus.”
“Oh, I don’t know. This is all so sudden, I’m still trying to wrap my mind around all of this.” She says.
“How about this, I’ll take you home tonight, you get some stuff together and while you’re at work tomorrow, I’ll send someone to grab some of your stuff and bring it over to my place.”
“You’ll send someone?” she turns to me.
“Remember, I’m the mayor’s son.”
Chapter Eleven
Connie
I didn’t know that there is a super secret special terminal at airports that high profile and famous people have to pay a membership fee for? It allows them to come and go to get to the plane’s unseen by the general public.
I have to say that after walking through this secret terminal, the normal airports are never going to be good enough again. Even though it was just the same as normal terminals. It is just private and made me feel like someone as we walked through.
I got home and sat around my apartment for a few hours, generally looking around and asking myself, just how I got myself into this position.
I’m married.
To the mayor’s son.
And the mayor’s son has quite the secret.
And he talked me into staying married.
What am I getting myself into? Do I really want this?
I packed a suitcase and a duffel bag full of stuff, that will tide me over for a few weeks. I made a list of things that I would need to do, and the top of my list would be to speak to my landlord and look into storage spaces for some of my furniture.
I gave Devin a spare key for his people to come pick up my bag’s tomorrow afternoon while I’m at work, and then after work, I’ll drive over to his place. It all sounds so simple. Can it be that sinple?
What the hell am I getting myself into?
I’m going to move in with someone that I barely know. How did all this happen?
Oh yeah, I had too much to drink. Way too much.
But if he means what he promised, I could stop working at the small family practice; and work for the hospital that I’ve always wanted to work at, and that would be amazing.
That’s why I became a nurse. I wanted the action that a hospital had to offer me. I wanted to go into work each day and not know what would happen. Sure, that can be said for where I currently work, but it’s still very repetitive and not what I wanted when I became a registered nurse.
So, I agree to stay married to this perfectly handsome and complicated stranger.
I agree to keep his secret.
And secretly, I agree to keep my distance and not fall in love with him. Because it’s entirely a possibility.
I got lucky with my landlord being understanding about breaking my lease. She wished me congratulations and told me that if I needed a week, I could have it. One less thing to worry about. I left earlier than planned from the practice and make my way to Devin’s. When he told me that he lived on Pine street, I wasn’t exactly sure as to where, until I was escorted to park my car in the underground garage for The Apex Condominiums. These are some fancy living spaces, and I remember when the building got renovated a few years ago, that the price tag on the units were heavy. I’m instructed to take the elevator to the lobby to meet with someone named Tyrone, the concierge specialist.
I follow the directions and walk up to the large desk in the center, where a slightly older gentleman stands at a computer monitor. He looks up from his screen and give me a warm smile as I approach.
“You must be Mrs. Richards, welcome to the building and of course congrats on the nuptials.”
I look behind me, who is he talking about.
“I’m not Mrs. Richards, I’m not sure who you’re talking about.” I shake my head.
“Oh, I apologize, Mr. Devin told me that his wife would be coming this evening, and to make sure—”
“Oh crap, yes. That’s me. I’m sorry, it’s all still so fresh, and I’m not used to be called a Mrs. Anything.”
“How would you like to be addressed?” he asks politely.
“Connie, please. I’m not very formal, and I would like to remain so.” I smile.
“Very well, welcome to The Apex,” he bends to retrieve something below the desk and places several items on top of the desk in front of me. With the patience of a saint, he explains everything to me and then afterwards, he leads me to the elevator.
“You select the 40th floor and you’re in 40C. Mr. Devin is expecting you.” He steps back from the elevator doors as they close with a nod of his head.
This is fancy. I can’t believe I’m going to be living in The Apex. The elevator is quick and the doors open quietly, as I step out into the hallway and go in search of my new home. There’s only two doors and I find my new husband standing in the doorway of the door to my left.
“Ah, welcome home.” He says cheerily and steps aside.
I walk past him and through a small hallway lined with closets on one side and colorful brush strokes of art on the other. We enter the living room, where there is a gray sectional with a coffee table sitting on a teal rug. Straight ahead is a small dining table and beyond that is a balcony which overlooks the city. It’s beautiful, and I can’t hide my astonishment. The sparkling lights with views like this have always amazed me, and now this is a view that I will get to see on a regular basis.
“Let me give you an official tour,” Devin offers. “This, as you can see is the living space, and around here, is the kitchen. In this little closet live the washer and dryer and this is the food pantry. We can put in a food order and have some food that you’re accustomed to delivered whenever.”
There’s a sweet and smoky scent in the air, but I don’t see anything in the pristine kitchen as he guides me on the tour of the rest of the space.
“I can go grocery shopping, it’s no biggie.” I shrug continuing to follow him.
He smiles and leads me to a door, “this can be your room, this is that spare room that I told you about, but if you do decide that you want to bunk with me like I said, I’m all the more happy about doing so, then this here is the master bedroom.” He opens the door beside the spare bedroom, and we walk in. It’s massive. There’s a large bed sitting in the middle of the room, a large television mounted on the one wall, some decorative art on the other wall, and then closets. More closets then I have ever seen in one space before leading up to a master bathroom with his and her sinks.
“Before you decide on the bedroom situation, both rooms have the same view, but my room has me.” He winks.
; “You have a nice place,” I say.
“We have. We have a nice place, what’s mine is now yours.”
“You sure are milking this marriage,” I laugh.
“Why not enjoy it? I mean what’s not to enjoy about being married to you. You’re a knockout and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants again. I had my eye on you the other night in the club, I was and still am interested.” He comes to stand in front of me and places his hand on my hip. “Can I give you a kiss hello?” The ask is so simple, yet it portrays his vulnerability in the situation. A man like him likely doesn’t have to ask for a kiss, but here with me, he is.
I lean into him and placed a hand on his chest, as I move up on my tip toes, I brush my lips against his, just a quick brush of the lips before I pull back. Devin’s eyes are still closed, and his body moves inward as I move back. He opens his eyes and I see the lust filling them.
“I think we’re going to need to add some ground rules to all this,” I tell him stepping back.
“I’m sure we’ll have to have a lot of rules, but before we get down to business, shall we eat something? I made something, well it’s the only thing that I really know how to make. I’m hoping you like it and we can talk rules over that.”
“Sure, I barely ate today, so I’m famished.” I say following him into the kitchen.
“What did you make? It smells delicious?” I ask.
“When I was in high school, I followed the house chef around a few times. So, he showed me how to make pork tenderloin. His version is spicy, but because I didn’t know whether or not you are okay with spices, I just switched up the recipe. But first before we eat, I have to ask you a favor. Like a really big favor, it could be a matter of life or death.”
“Um, okay.” I say curiously.
“I need you to change out of your scrubs, they are extremely hot on you and my cock can’t breathe as it’s confined in my tightening pants. I’m sure on your first night here you don’t want me whipping it out and accosting you, so please for the love of God lady, take off your scrubs.” He covers his crotch with his hands and mimics the look of pain throughout his whole body leaving me in a fit of giggles at his expressions.
“Okay, okay. Care to tell me where my stuff is?” I ask.
“I decided to play it safe and put it in the spare room. But the offer still stands to share my room with me, I wouldn’t have any objections to it!” He calls after me as I disappear across the hall into the bedroom that I plan to call mine.
A phone rings in the other room and I hear Devin talking. He laughs and then without a shirt and only in boxer briefs he walks into the living room and takes a seat beside me on the couch. I’m not prepared for this moment, but I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing.
His tanned skin is on display and my eyes automatically go to his groin when he leans back and stretches his body. I can see the outline of his morning erection and it’s taking everything in me to not reach out and trace the ridge of his cock with my fingertips. My mouth waters as I’m blatantly staring at him.
Like a starved puppy.
Chapter Twelve
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Devin
“Witnesses are reporting that the son of San Francisco’s Mayor, Kenneth Richards, Devin got married after a wild night that began in the city and ended in Miami, Florida.
The woman in question hasn’t been linked to young Richards before, but does that just mean that the relationship has been a secret this whole time? Or an accident?
We’ve reported about the young Richards before with a gauntlet of situations that he’s placed himself in, could this be another one?
Sources close to the young Richards state that the marriage is indeed the real deal. They wouldn’t let up on how long the newlyweds have been in a relationship, other than that they are enjoying their new titles as husband and wife. Could this be a change from the party animal that we’ve seen in the past? Or is this another trick to play with the hearts of the city? Bob, what do you think?” The newscaster asks her co-anchor.
“Well, Debra, I say good for him. He’s gotten a lot of flack over the past few years, that maybe his settling down can mean great things for the Mayor and the city.”
Debra nods and then turns her attention back to the camera. “And next up, Miles Mannigan with the sports, Miles, how about them Giants?”
The phone call that I received five minutes ago from my assistant was a heads up, but not much of one about my getting married would be on the news. I didn’t bother getting dressed and just sat beside her in my underwear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the perusal of my almost naked body by Connie and I really liked how she reacted.
She tried to hide it, of course and I did what I could to turn up the heat just a little bit more by stretching. Instead, the news piece went live and all our attention went there.
“So, I guess the city knows.” I say.
“I haven’t even mentioned anything to my parents yet, they’re going to kill me.” She covers her face with her hands.
“If it helps, I didn’t tell mine either.” I know it doesn’t help, but maybe it will.
My cell phone rings and I look at the name on the screen.
It’s my father’s handler. I silence the ringer because I don’t have time to speak to him right now, I need to tend to our fake marriage first.
“Are your parents local?” I ask.
“Yes, well, no. They live in Belmont.”
“Ah good. We can make plans with them and tell them our good news.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“That we’ve had a whirlwind of a romance, couldn’t help ourselves, and wanted to dive in head first.” I tell her, actually thinking that’s the best thing to say.
“They won’t buy it.” She shakes her head.
“We’ll convince them, come here. Let’s practice.” I take her by surprise and pull her across my lap. She comes willingly and her hands land on my shoulders.
I’m not against playing against the rules, I have been honest with her in that I wouldn’t mind a sexual relationship with her and that I would in fact like to explore this marriage a little more.
I hold her against me and pull her face down to mine with my hands, our lips meet and my tongue rushes into hers in a frenzy. She kisses me back and presses her center down on my lap, grinds against my now rock hard cock and without a moment of hesitation, she removes her shirt and her beautiful alabaster breasts bounce in front of my face. My hands fly directly to her beautiful soft breasts and I squeeze gently at first, and harder when I deepen the kiss.
This stills her movements and wakes her up from the quickness of our actions.
She pushes herself off of my lap, nearly kneeing my cock in the process and covers her chest. She looks around for her shirt that was tossed on the floor, grabs it then runs out of the living room and into her room, slamming the door in the process. As I bend from the excruciating pain in my groin.
“Well, fuck.” I mutter sitting forward, grabbing the remote on the table in front of me and turning off the television to follow after my wife.
Chapter Thirteen
Connie
I feel like a complete idiot. I let my hormones, my attraction to him, and the fact that he was practically naked blur my judgment.
I even went as far as taking off my shirt and baring myself to him. My mind didn’t clear until he squeezed my boobs and then reality set in and I fled.
He’s a really good kisser. Like really good.
And sitting on his lap, feeling the hardness below me… holy moly!
My back is pressed against the door, I lean my head on the surface and take a deep breath.
What was I thinking?
What am I thinking in going along with this plan? I could easily work my ass off for a few more years and get the hospital job that I really want. I can get out of this marriage, there’s still time.
But do I really want to?
Knock, Knock.
“Hey, please don’t hide in there, I’m sorry.” I hear him say from the other side of the door.
I take a deep breath and make sure that my shirt isn’t askew, then turn to open the door.
Devin looks cautious as our eyes meet.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
“You said that already.” I offer him a smile.
He doesn’t return it. “I got carried away in the moment. This is an entirely new situation and out of instinct—it just felt right.”
It did. And if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t hate to do it again.
“I was involved just as much as you were.” I tell him.
“I’m not going to pretend that it didn’t happen, but I think that we need to get a game plan going. My phone hasn’t stopped ringing, and I know that if yours hasn’t yet, it will start soon. Someone will have seen the news, and they would likely be calling your family too.”
He’s right.
“So, husband. What do we do?”
“I know, I know, Mom. But I can assure you that I wasn’t kidnapped, and I’m not being held against my will.”
I listen to her and roll my eyes.
“No mom, I’m not pregnant.” I look over at Devin who has his hand covering his mouth as he listens in.
“Yes, tomorrow night, I think we can do.” I look at Devin who nods. “Tomorrow, we’re open and… yes, we’ll come to you. You know how parking is here in the city… Okay, I love you and we’ll see you tomorrow.” After the final goodbyes, I look over at Devin who has a mischievous smile.
“That sounded like a fun conversation.” He pushes his hand through his hair and leans back on the couch.
“Now, it’s your turn. You’ve been dodging the phone calls all day. Rip off the band-aid and let’s get all this over with. Just remember, tomorrow we have dinner plans.”
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