by Eva Luxe
“Well, it’s more convenient. Especially if you’re running late for a meeting. Who wants to wait for seven people to get off before you get to your meeting?”
“I see your point. It’s odd how luxuries can be something you absolutely need sometimes.”
“Indeed.”
The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor where the board meetings where held. I was right on time.
“Come, watch your step.”
Lindsey and I jogged up to the double doors leading to the meeting and stopped. I straightened up my blazer and raked my fingers through my hair to make sure I looked the part.
Lindsey pulled her dress down and shook her hair to make sure she looked good too.
“No, darling. You don’t need to do a damn thing. You look fine as is. Very fine.” I winked.
Lindsey shot me the most innocent smile. It was a new look for her. And it made my cock move in attention. If only I could hold on until after this meeting.
I opened both the doors and strode inside. “Board members,” I greeted.
“Mr. Glen, you’re here. We weren’t really expecting you,” said one of the older board members. His name was Allen, an old geezer who sticks to the book for every damn thing, even if it was to his own dismay. “After all, your presence wasn’t required.”
“Indeed so. But I think this announcement is required. I am getting married.”
The board members all dropped their shuffling around of papers. They weren’t expecting this. Richard soon dropped in behind me and Lindsey.
“Something wrong?” he asked, he came in late.
“I’m getting married,” I rehashed to him.
“Well, for fuck’s sake. About time!”
“Language, young man,” Mr. Allen scolded. Richard and Mr. Allen’s personalities crashed every time they were within ear of each other. Mr. Allen cleared his throat and looked over to Lindsey. Everyone did.
“Is this the wife, Mr. Glen?” he asked with a mild smile.
“Yes. Her name is Lindsey Wilson. Come here dear, don’t be shy.”
Lindsey walked up next to me and took a deep breath.
“Hello, I’m Lindsey. Um. I…” she was getting lost for words. “I’m going to be Gordon’s wife. I don’t look like the type, but I love this man very much.”
I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her back.
Richard was delighted. He took a seat and reclined all the way back, throwing his feet on the table.
“Young man,” Mr. Allen warned, “feet off the table.”
Richard rolled his eyes and laughed. He probably liked getting on old man Allen’s nerves.
Ms. Benning spoke up, she was the another board member. The kinder type.
“Mr. Glen. Have you done the paper work necessary for marriage, yet?”
“No. I ask that you give me time—”
“You get forty-eight hours. That was the time you were given in your father’s terms,” Mr. Allen said.
“Good. It’ll be done tomorrow.”
Mr. Allen melted into a better mood. “I’m glad you’re staying with us, Gordon. No one else can run this company the way you do. Your father would be proud.”
The rest of the board members agreed, sharing warm smiles and sipping their water.
“Now then, is there anything else that needs my attention before my wife and I leave?”
The members looked at each other and shook their heads.
“I’m afraid not, boss,” Ms. Benning said.
“Then have a good night. I will see many of you tomorrow.”
I took Lindsey by the hand and we left the room.
“Wow, that was intense,” Lindsey whispered. “Your father is the one who made you marry to keep the company?”
“Yes. He knew I didn’t have much of a social life. And he wanted to make sure I had a family vibe going on somehow.”
Richard came running out the doors behind us. “Gordon! Wait!”
“What’s wrong?”
Richard caught his breath and smiled. “I just wanted to say congratulations to you. And Lindsey?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” he said, shaking her hand. “Gordon couldn’t have picked anyone better.”
“I should be thanking you. You gave me that kick I needed.”
I butted in. “Wait, am I missing something here?” What were they talking about?
Lindsey explained, “Richard found me at the club. He told me what happened and to go to Eliza to get confirmation of the truth. So I did.”
“Thank you, Richard. You’ve been nothing but an excellent friend.”
“Aw, come on. You know I got your back.” The elevator bell rung and the doors swept open. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds go. I have a wife to tend to myself.”
Richard walked off and we got into the elevator. Lindsey sat down on the cushions that bordered the wall for our descent back down.
“I can’t wait to tell Stacy and Willow. They’re gonna flip.”
Lindsey took out her phone, but groaned when she saw she had no service in the elevator. “Oh come on, how come there’s no service.”
“I have a phone built into the elevator for casual use…” I pointed out.
“I’m good. I’ll wait. Because I need to get my thoughts for the wedding straight. And I’m already thinking of several places to hold it at.”
The elevator reached the bottom and we walked over to the Ferrari.
“Is it out of the country?” I asked.
“No way. Right here. Jet lag will make the after party suck,” she chuckled.
I helped her with the winged door and Lindsey slipped inside elegantly. Red hair, red car. This car was practically destined for her.
The car looked good with her in it.
After getting all buckled in, I turned to Lindsey and held her hand that had the huge ass rock I bought for her.
“Wanna turn it on?”
“I thought you were already turned on,” she purred.
“Not me, the car.”
“Oh come on, it was a joke. I know, I’m bad at them.”
I placed her hand on the button. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”
She pressed it and held down onto it for the motor to growl to life.
“Wow, that sound. It’s music to my ears.”
“Yes, it is. So is your voice.”
“Get me to the bedroom, you haven’t heard anything yet.”
Chapter Eleven
Lindsey
“Hey, this isn’t my place?” I said, looking up at the huge house we were riding up to from the street. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was pretty damn close.
“Oh? I thought it was,” Gordon said, rubbing my thigh.
“It isn’t.”
“It is now.” It hit me. I was his wife. We shared everything now. And that small one bedroom apartment was going to be a thing of the past. Now I was being whisked off to this… castle. Gordon parked and I finally got the hang of getting out of this car without feeling and looking like an idiot.
“Wow. This is beautiful. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it, you never took me to your home before.”
“You’re the one who wanted to be mysterious and keep this a fling when we first met,” Gordon reminded me with a sly grin.
He took out the keys for his home and unlocked the doors. Warm lights turned on and revealed a fantastic main floor. The chandelier was the icing on the cake.
“This is like a dream. Wow. Now I know what it’s like to be in Willow or Stacy’s shoes for once.”
I was almost afraid of taking another step. This place was fantastic. Every wall had a painting, and it was carved with decorations.
“Make yourself at home,” Gordon said, putting his jacket up on a rack by the door. It was funny to see that no matter how fancy his place was, he still had something simple like a jacket rack by the door.
“I don’t even know about how to adjust
to this.” I took a few steps forward and held myself. This was very surreal. I was Mrs. Glen now. This house was a part of my life, and the lifestyle that went along with it.
“You will. Trust me,” Gordon promised, cupping my waist with his hand. The warmth of his touch and the assurance in his voice put me at ease and I rested my head on his chest. There was one way, and one way only to break in a new home.
“So show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out later.”
I loosened Gordon’s tie. He waisted no time hiking me over his shoulder and marching up to the bedroom. I bounced up and down with each step he took and chuckled all the way upstairs. He made me feel lighter than I thought I was. But with his muscles, that wasn’t going to be hard to do.
Hell he could lift up his car with one hand if he wanted to.
When we got upstairs, he took me down a hall. It was comfy, and done up nicely, but his bedroom? That was a different world. It was the most comfortable place I’d ever seen. The carpet was especially plush and his scent dominated the air.
“Gonna get naked for me?” he asked, throwing me down onto his bed. God it felt like a fucking cloud cut from the clouds of Heaven itself.
“Hell yeah. Unless you had other ideas?” I began to peel at my straps to get this dress off of me.
“No, no, go ahead,” he urged, undoing his slacks. His cock was already pressed against his boxers. That had to be painful. Deliciously painful. And it was all my fault. Heh, I liked that.
I threw my dress to the side and Gordon helped rip off my bra and thong.
“You’re so perfect. Skin smooth as silk, and your pussy, it has a death grip that can keep a man cumming.” He ran his hands up and down my sides, bringing them back up to my nipples. He grazed his fingers across them and their hardness was activated, pulling the tender skin around the areola. I arched my back for more.
“Then what’re you waiting for. This isn’t the time for foreplay,” I said, reaching the back of his neck.
“Wait, I want to taste you first,” Gordon said, going down my body and kissing along the way.
He trailed his lips all the way down until he got to my tender hot core.
His tongue flicked over my pussy and a shiver rocked my spine. Gordon took his time eating me out, making me suffer and begging to cum.
“Ahh! Ah, Gordon, right there,” I begged, my breathing ragged and deep. I squirmed around his bed, grabbing at random parts of his sheets and wrapping my legs around his neck.
“You’re so sweet down here. Your taste can’t be matched,” he muffled against my pussy, sending me over the top.
“Damn it, Gordon, fuck me,” I demanded. His eyes flickered up to mine and he met my demands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—ahh!” The hardness of his cock pieced my pussy’s hot dripping flesh, tunneling its way down until it couldn’t go any further.
Gordon hissed as I gave him that wonderful pussy grip of death as he thrusted hard into me.
“Give me your baby, I want to have your baby,” I moaned as he fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced up and down to the rhythm and I pinched my nipples to add to the pleasure. Gordon noticed and helped me out with the other breast, pinching the other nipple as he drilled me.
“Good, I want my seed to grow inside of you,” he grunted.
Soon he filled me up with his juices and left me limp as a noodle, soaked in sweat on his bed.
He fell down next to me and chuckled dryly. “You’re going to be pregnant.”
“I bet so. Maybe even with triplets,” I breathed out, catching my breath.
***
The morning came and I snuck off into the shower before Gordon got up. I kept thinking about where to host the wedding. Today we had to make things official, meaning I owed it to Stacy and Willow to let them know.
“Lindsey?” Gordon came into the bathroom naked and looking for me.
“Hey, I’m in this huge ass shower of yours.”
“Ah, let me join you.” Gordon yawned and slapped his feet as he walked over to me in his huge shower room. That was what I called it. A huge shower room. This thing had enough room to hold about ten people.
“Sure, jump in, husband.” I slid the black glass door to the side to let him in.
“Not gonna call me ‘rich guy’, anymore?” he asked, soaping up a loofah.
“I think hubs is much better.”
Epilogue
Lindsey
This was it.
I couldn’t fucking believe it.
I was a housewife now. An ex-stripper.
I stood at the entrance of Bar Seven, in my wedding dress, looking at my husband, surrounded by new and old friends. The whole place was done up in flowers and still had that bar vibe going for it. All the workers were invited, including my other fellow strippers that worked along side me. Even Eliza came to see the wedding. Me and Gordon were going to go down as one of her most successful relationship stories.
Remember that traditional wedding music? Yeah, no. Not at this wedding.
I nodded my head and the music began. I danced down the aisle in my dress that was a cute asymmetrical cut. Long as hell in the back, but raised in the front. Even my fishnet stockings were showing.
“Wow, all the weddings, huh?” Stacy said to me as I approached.
“I know, right?”
Willow was our officiant, and she stood proudly on stage with her bible.
Willow cleared her throat.
“Gordon, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
Gordon smiled, “Yes.”
“And Lindsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“Hell yeah.”
Willow turned to Gordon. “Well, hurry up, you may kiss the bride!”
We kissed and everyone cheered.
That was when I learned. Love wasn’t given permission to come into your life. It walked up into your shit whether you liked it or not. Because in the end?
You were going to thank your lucky stars that you it did.
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