The fire in my life. The best fire there ever was, and ever would be.
“Follow me,” I said, holding Lindsey’s hand and running down the sidewalk.
“Do you think the bus could get us to your car faster or something?” She asked, keeping up with me.
“No, not if it’s running every fifteen minutes.”
We came to a corner and I looked up at the street names. We were close.
“We’re a five-minute walk from where my car is,” I explained, taking a right and dashing down the sidewalk. Lindsey almost had outrun me for a moment. The only reason she wasn’t in front of me was because she didn’t know exactly where I was going.
In another five minutes, we had arrived and slid down into the garage where my car was waiting.
“Nice, never occurred to me to have extra cars around the city for an emergency. But I’ve never been rich so…”
“You are now.”
There was a box that had a lock on it behind my car on the cement wall. I punched in the combination of numbers and it popped open. Inside the box was insurance papers, keys and an extra stash of cash in case I needed it.
When I unlocked the car, and disabled the alarm. Lindsey’s mouth hit the ground.
“No way. A Ferrari? Are you kidding me? This is your emergency car?” she asked, pointing at the shiny red sports car in front of her.
“Yes. Not bad. Is it?”
“Pfft, could’ve been a Lamborghini. You know, the shifting is supposed to be much smoother.”
She went to the other side of the car and I unlocked the door, pulling open the door so she could slide in.
“Thanks.”
I ran to the other side and jumped in. Pushing the on button, the car roared to life, ready to hit the road. We didn’t need the highway, but I already had plans on showing Lindsey how good this car could perform after we were done with the board meeting.
“Hold on,” I cautioned.
“Like we can go that fast on a city street,” she teased.
I pulled out and the Ferrari gripped the ground beneath it and shot off.
“Woah, nice take off though.”
We drove off to my main building after taking a few sharp turns to show off.
“Do you know how to drive a stick?”
“I don’t know about driving, but I can ride one…” She gave me a devilish grin and laughed her top off.
“You’re quick. But don’t worry, I’ll have a stick you can ride on later.”
“Ohh,” Lindsey purred.
***
I came to a screeching halt in my executive parking spot closest to my private elevator and jumped out the car. Lindsey made her attempt to jump out too, but got caught up looking for the door handle.
“Yikes, I’m gonna hurt your car!” She winced as she tried to keep the car door from hitting the wall of the garage.
“Here, I got you.” I helped her get out and closed the door for her. “They do take a little getting used to. Don’t worry about it.”
I led her to the elevator and entered my code. The elevator zoomed down and opened.
“Fancy, always heard CEOs had their own elevators. Willow and Stacy talked about it all the time. You even have seats in here.” Lindsey sat down and looked around the elevator like a curious kitten.
“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 were being 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 to attention. If only I could hold on until after this meeting.
I opened both the doors and barged inside. “Board members,” I greeted.
“Mr. Glen, you’re here. We weren’t really expecting you,” said Allen, one of the older board members. Allen was an old geezer who stuck 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 stopped 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 earshot of each other. Mr. Allen cleared his throat and looked over to Lindsey. Everyone did.
“Is this the soon to be 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 another board member. The kinder type.
“Mr. Glen. Have you done the paperwork 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 fiancé 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 two. 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 talk 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 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 to be his wife. We would share 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 finally know what it’s like to be in Willow or Stacy’s shoes.”
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 coat 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 soon to be Mrs. Glen. This house was going to be a new 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.
“Show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out later.”
I loosened Gordon’s tie. He wasted 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 probably 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 all 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 pierced 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 alongside 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 doesn’t need permission to come into your life. It will walk up into your shit whether you invite it in or not. In the end, you are going to thank your lucky stars that it did.
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