by Tomas, G. L.
Meant For You
G.L. Tomas
Contents
Book One in the Kinky Matchmaker Series
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Meant For You
Note from your favorite twins
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
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Book One in the Kinky Matchmaker Series
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Meant For You (Book One in the Kinky Matchmaker Series) by G.L. Tomas
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First edition e-book August 2019
First edition paperback August 2019
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Since we want this to be a pleasant reading experience for the audience, it goes without saying this title might not be for all romance readers. There is material meant for mature audiences and since BDSM is heavily apart of the main character’s romantic and kink life, it may not be the read for you if you don’t prefer those themes.
Their play may be tame to more experienced participants in kink or lovers of BDSM in romance, but the main characters exhibit the traditional power dynamics of a D/s relationship. If calling someone out of one’s name one, rough play, spanking, anal play, confinement/bondage, light consensual-nonconsensual and impact play bother you, feel free to hard pass until the next read.
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Meant For You
Summary:
Finnish investor Olli Tuominen was supposed to be marrying the woman of his dreams—but the day of the wedding, he's hit with the hard reality. In the eyes of the law, and on paper, he's still married to his first wife Benny. Walking away from a love like hers had always been difficult, but serving her divorce papers proved even more obstacle. Still the enchanting beauty he remembered her to be, his first love might still harbor a fire that can't be extinguished.
Bendicíon Obiang thought she'd never see Olli again. She certainly didn't plan after an eight-year estrangement that the reason he'd re-enter her life was to confirm her deepest fear. Her only true love was moving on. Could this happenstance reunion be the push she needs to finally reveal the truth after all this time? That they share a child?
Reuniting face to face should’ve been simple. Sign the divorce papers. Wish him happiness on his new life. Go back to California. Only a Nordic snowstorm has other plans for the past lovers; plans that include Benny on her knees succumbing to Olli's dominance.
It only takes one weekend to make two things perfectly clear. The former submissive was always his to claim, and the secret she's been keeping might just be the thing that breaks him.
This story is approximately 82,000 words and features a BWWM couple with no cheating and a HEA. This read is steamy and spicy featuring a dormant Dominant who reunites with his former submissive and despite what you take from the blurb features NO CHEATING! If Dominance and submission isn't your cup of tea, sit this one out but for those that enjoy it, this quiet, grumpy Alpha knows how to melt his way into your heart.
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1
Olli
How many times were you going to look down at your watch, you nervous wreck? As many times as it took to make sure I got down to the chapel on time, I told myself. It was too close to four to push it as it was, especially since Helsinki City Hall closed at five. Today was proving just how challenging I’d found it to efficiently manage my time, but I hoped it didn’t show.
Even with Anna’s incessant reminding, I still waited until the last possible window to pick up our marriage certificate. Two months of pushing it back were finally catching up to me. What would she say now, knowing I had waited mere hours before the ceremony? It would be fine, though. As long as I walked away with the certificate, nothing would get in the way of our wedding. I’m sure I’d never hear the end of it should anything go wrong.
After four years of ups and downs, my fiancée Anna and I were finally tying the knot. I hadn’t done the best job of attending dress rehearsals, especially the one that mattered most, and I was praying I didn’t screw anything up between now and my way to the church. “You better not ruin my big day.” I could hear her scolding me in her native Swedish tongue. �
�You waited until the very last minute? Why would you do such a thing?”
Anna didn’t understand that I’d been working on an investment deal for years that could change the course of both of our futures if it went through. Since moving back to Helsinki after a disappointing job search in the US, I’d been doing well for myself back home. I was on the path to being able to retire by the age of thirty-five, and since Anna enjoyed the finer things, I’m sure in time she’d be happy knowing she’d never have to work either.
But she was fixated on this day. Not the rest of our lives but the moment in time where we could pretend everything was perfect and capture it with the overpriced wedding photographer she just had to have. So, who was I to disappoint?
Anna and I loved each other, but we were far from perfect. Her feisty, extroverted nature was often a challenge to my reserved, calculated Finnish mannerisms. But over time, I’d taught myself to adjust to our differences. Today marked the day we’d be tied to those challenges forever, and if I didn’t want to die before I reached the chapel, I had to have that marriage certificate, in hand, before I got there.
“Sir? Sir?”
The counter attendant attempted to flag me down. The waiting room was filled with individuals filling out forms, waiting in line to be called, or seeking assistance to other departments in the building if they’d stumbled on the wrong room. I assumed I was being called to pay for processing the certificate, so I made my way over to the counter and reached for the wallet in my pocket.
“Mr. Tuominem, how are you?” She spoke in Turum-accented Finnish, a sign that it wasn’t her native language. I would’ve immediately known by her efforts at small talk. Native born Finns avoided conversation unless absolutely necessary.
“I am fine. How much will it—”
“I am sorry, but there is a small issue with the processing of your certificate.”
My chest slightly tightened, but I fought the urge to let my nerves get the best of me. “An issue?” I questioned on the verge of panicking. “I’m getting married in less than three hours; I need that certificate today.”
Her stormy blue eyes dilated, so she either had bad news to share or she feared what my response would be after she elaborated. Desperate not to show the hopelessness in my stance, I forced myself to stay calm. “The clerk I spoke to before you assured me and my fiancée that we would be able to obtain the certificate if we filled out all the required paperwork. We did that almost a month ago—"
“I understand that, Mr. Tuominem, and I apologize. Perhaps, I should have been clearer,” she interrupted. “I tried to process it myself, but a red flag came up. I assumed it was in error, so I took it to the lead clerk. The problem wasn’t with the paperwork itself. Since past marriages and separations are public record, our system shows that you’re still legally married to a—” She paused, attempting to sound out the name that was foreign to her.
“Maria Bendición Tuominen?” The mere sound of that name threw me off. It was like, one moment I was present then the next, my mind was zooming through a time warp. I loosened my tie; all of a sudden, it felt tighter than before she dropped this bombshell on me, and I felt like I couldn’t think with this noose around my neck.
“Could this be an error?” the clerk asked, genuine in her tone that I was not at fault.
“No.” I blew out a hard but short breath, making a mess of my neatly coifed hair. “It’s likely correct.” Unable to even look the clerk in the eye at this point, I didn’t have a solution to my problem. She wasn’t likely to have one either.
“I’m sure there was something we could have done if there had been an annulment or divorce on file, but by law, you can’t remarry. There is, however, a file for separation,” She sounded unsure but tried to keep her pleasant tone and my hopes up despite my dilemma. “Perhaps, you could figure that out first, and then you can return at your soonest convenience?” She went on to explain that until I addressed the issue, she wouldn’t be able to assist any further as the options available were limited.
I’m sure she had said more, but my ears had blocked out everything at that point. In fact, I’m surprised I heard past that name. I needed air. I needed vodka. I needed more than what was available to me.
The one thing I needed more than those things, I wouldn’t be able to obtain, and I was finally coming to terms with that. But Anna? It would be hard explaining to her, at the eleventh hour of our wedding, that we would not be getting married today, or any other day, until I addressed the ghosts of my past.
* * *
The reality of it all hit me as I sat in the backseat of my driver’s car. Jaako didn’t immediately ask for my instruction, but he could tell by my throwing my head close to my lap that I hadn’t heard good news. An overwhelming stream of memories took over my thoughts, haunting me ever since I heard that name spoken back to me.
Maria Bendición.
Bendición.
Benny.
My Benny.
An African beauty with a Spanish sensuality and an American boldness. Everything about her should have been completely wrong for me, but it had been the opposite. Benny was perfect. So perfect, that in the span of a few passionate months we’d eloped unexpectedly and lived like no other relationship I’d ever had. She was a woman who proved it was impossible to categorize her. In fact, she was the kind of woman you dismantled the whole system for and created new categories to fit her mold.
Sassy yet obedient. Patient and emotional. Firm yet willing. Explorative and intelligent enough to learn more about the world than she already knew. To put it boldly, she was more than I deserved in a woman.
She’d tried relentlessly, adjusting to the Finnish culture and way of life when we’d lived in my home country, but I’d found it difficult to adjust to her naturalized country—the United States. For her, I’d tried to make our love work, but the job market had made things difficult, and it wasn’t before long that my unhappiness affected our marriage. Unintentionally, I projected my misery onto her, and our marriage suffered to the point where we mutually agreed to give each other space.
That time apart lead to filing for legal separation, nearly eight years ago, and a part of me—the weakest part—thought that if I never signed the divorce papers, there might one day be a chance for us.
As life went on, it appeared there would never be a chance for us, as I’d assumed we both moved on. I put myself back together in stages, praying one day I might get over the fact I still loved Benny. I dated and fell in love again until eventually I met Anna and put the past behind me. But now, I wonder. If neither of us had made the effort to reach out to confirm a divorce, could there be a way she might…
No. Benny had been the one to file for separation. She’d been the one who initially brought up giving each other space. She couldn’t possibly still love me after all this time? Could she?
It didn’t matter now. I was marrying Anna. Anna deserved the wedding of her dreams, and a sliver of disappoint shot through me as I asked my driver to start up the car. The day she wanted, I wouldn’t be able to give to her. The fact that I was still married to someone else could only mean one thing: When I got to that church, there would be hell to pay.
* * *
Countless efforts were made trying to contact my attorney, via mobile, in hopes of catching him before I reached the ceremony. I was grateful; my driver was forced to scurry through midday traffic, so it gave me the head start I needed. Was it bizarre that in the moments that I phoned him unsuccessfully, it gave me time to reflect on the past?
I’d spent years trying to forget her. That stubborn American. My stubborn American. My Bendición. My god, what was I saying? I was marrying Anna. The Benny of the past was no longer mine. But we’d shared something so phenomenal. Should all that be discarded just because I started over?
I bear the burden of rushing to that church only to ruin a day that meant the world to Anna. But the more I thought about it, the more I remembered how much I’d lost. I never a
dmitted it to myself, so why would I to another that I’d never stopped feeling things for my first wife. Anna knew vaguely of my past, and what she had known, she hadn’t liked.
If Anna was one thing, it was a spitfire in heels. If I had to explain to her, not only the truth, but to unlock the past as well, she would waste no time making me regret the day we met. She cared about me, but she cared about herself more. Bringing up Benny now? She would not be pleased.
“You dialed my mobile?” James’ voice came through the speaker, after a bout of unsuccessful tries to his office. “You never dial my mobile. Please tell me you didn’t kill anyone.” James was well aware of the seriousness of my call by now. I rarely ever phoned him on his personal number but now was one of those times where a call to his office wouldn’t suffice.