by J. E Hanson
“She is usually wrong? She’s saying that I will have a girl.”
“She states that your womb is ripe for a girl. This does not mean you will have a girl,” he smiles at me and explains.
The woman does something strange to Christian. She takes his hand and places it over my stomach. She says a few words in his native language. I need to make it my mission, to learn his language. The odd woman places olive leaves on top of our heads and splashes us with olive oil. He laughs at what she says to him. “Okay, she wants us, to have sex tonight. That is clearly not happening; however; she wants us to kiss.”
His charm warms me up, and the fireworks set off in the distance. I kiss him passionately as the sparks fly between us. The crazy woman laughs and hugs us both.
Joy fills his eyes, when he takes me to his favorite spots. Chris hands me food to taste. We even laugh at my terrible throwing skills. In his perfection, he’s flawless at the games, and he even wins a fertility bear.
Christian peers into my eyes with a serious look on his face. “I feel guilty right now. You should be able to tour the city during the day. You should have a man taking you out in the sun. You deserve more than what I can give you.”
My heart skips a few beats. “You already gave me more than what I have ever had in my whole entire life! I want you and only you!”
“You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. I feel like, you will never have a fulfilling life—you deserve.”
“My life is already fulfilling enough, with you in it. I need you Chris, for so much more. Please don’t kill us, before we even start.” I beg him.
He kisses me madly and wraps his muscular arms around me. We rejoin his car, and he makes sure I safely buckle in. He drives through the underground tunnel, and at the end of the tunnel, he parks his car. He types in his numbers, and we enter the long corridors. The moaning echoes throughout the hallway. The left side holds majority of the moans now.
I sheepishly curl next to him. We open the right side and hear the squeaking noises. He holds out his hand, and I follow him to our bedroom. He shuts the door and he locks it behind me. I don’t even know what he wants from me tonight. We stare at each other awkwardly, and he breaks up our awkward moment, by pointing at the bathroom. “You may change if you like.”
My head slowly nods yes. I disappear into his bathroom, and change into my nightwear. I hid in the bathroom for a few extra minutes.
These walls are extremely paper thin. The noise escalates through the bathroom wall, and I can hear Alexander's name echoing loudly this time. Everything is off, but my thong. The silk transparent nightgown clumsily covers my body. It reveals my hard and erect nipples. He will see through my nightgown. This is the one time I could use my robe. There’s nothing in the bathroom that will help me out. There are currently two things going on at once. The loud noises I hear through the paper-thin walls and his blood bond with me. It drags me into a sea of lust. My hair covers my large and erect breasts. I nervously wipe off the remainder of my makeup with a washcloth. The groans escalate, but this isn’t helping my situation. My fangs start to pulsate with pain. He’s lying in our bed with his laptop. He’s not helping matters with his bare chest showing.
He firmly grips the covers over his hips. “I think I should warn you that I am naked, Princess.”
The news flash froze me. “I would never want you, to change anything, because of me. What are you working on?”
Christian hands me my laptop. The blankets cover my breast, to hide my erect nipples. My fangs start acting up again.
“Are you feeling okay, Princess?”
“I don’t understand why my fangs are acting up tonight, especially since there’s no blood in the room.”
He puts his laptop down, and he glances over at me. “Your fangs are a great indicator of many things. Are you still hungry?”
I shook my head no, and he continues to go through the list. “Are you feeling sick?”
My head shakes no again. I focus on his questions, and the pain seems to stop. “I feel much better now, and the pain is subsiding.”
“We need to go over the finances, funding the project. You need to type up the reports and send them off. Make sure that I have everything.”
I quickly type his reports and send them off. He waits until I hit the last save. As soon as I close my laptop, he places mine on top of his.
The fireplace lights up with a remote control. He quickly shuts all the lights off. I start to feel a little disappointed. “I take it that’s my cue to go to bed?”
Christian points at the time. It clearly displays five o'clock in the morning. He pulls me down on the bed, while managing to keep the sheet around him. He kisses my lips, and he allows me, to curl underneath his arm. There’s a soft spot in the mattress next to him, and I slowly drift off to sleep.
The dreams commence, but a new person enters. The laughter from a distance shows the back of a head, with long platinum-blonde hair. She laughs, when he lifts her up in the air. They are wearing matching ivory outfits from their head to their toes.
“I miss you so much, daddy!”
I’m in complete shock, when I instantly recognize that the man is Christian.
“Daddy is extremely sorry for missing out. So, what are you up to, Feather?”
Feather is her name. I feel stupid for not understanding the hint she gave me from a previous dream.
“I told mommy all about you!”
“You never talk about mommy until now. So, where is she?”
“You are silly, daddy! Mommy is standing right over there!” I managed to duck in time.
I wake up from the dream, sweating profusely. Christian is watching sports on the television. He stares at me. “Are you feeling okay, Jeannie?”
My lungs are gasping for air. I casually try to stand up. Instead, I fell to the floor. I quickly crawl to the bathroom, and there’s a cup sitting on the sink. I need to take a few drinks of water, to gather my thoughts.
I stare at the mirror and thought to myself. “Oh, shit! Christian is the father!” I casually reenter the bedroom and climb back into bed.
“Are you feeling okay?” He cocks his head to the side, asking.
To distract myself, I remind myself to take the daytime pills. “I’m sorry, and unfortunately I had another nightmare.”
Christian leans over, and he places his hand behind my neck. He shifts his lips over mine. We make out for a few minutes. As he holds me in his arms, we watch television for an hour. We watch the news, and it helps me fall asleep on his chest.
The dreams start over again. This time, I stand in the middle of an emerald field, and he’s already waiting for me there. “Where were you?”
“I had to get a drink of water. What do you want?”
“I wanted to introduce you to my daughter, Feather, but you left me.”
My eyes focus on Feather, who stands right behind him. “I’m sorry for leaving you.” I apologized.
Our daughter smiles at us, and then she disappears into thin air. She left me alone with him.
The scene changes into a sexual dream.
“You need to make it up to me.”
“How do I need, to make it up to you?”
He gives me an evil grin, and lays out a bleached blanket in the sun. “I can think of a few things, you can do for me right here and now.”
“But, I’m still a virgin,” I shyly explain.
He rapidly unhooks my sandals and lifts my dress above my hips. “I promise to take it nice and slow with you.”
His hands grip my ass tightly. He makes me instantly groan from the intense pleasure. My hands savagely rip off his clothes. His muscles gleam in the sun, with his nipples hard and erect. He shifts my body to the blanket, and he rips my ivory dress in half with his large hands. Christian yanks out each one of my nipples, and he teases them with his lips. He tugs on my nipples with his teeth, and blows on them, to keep them erect. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head, and I l
oudly moan. My tongue slams in the back of his throat. He firmly jerks my thighs apart. My hands entangle in his platinum-blonde hair roughly. He slams his hips hard over mine. My loud moans continue, to escape my chest.
He stops to tease me. “It will hurt at first, but soon, you will feel incredible pleasure.”
~~~***~~~
Someone shakes me from my pleasurable dream. The real Christian stands in our room. “Now, it is time to wake up beautiful, and you really slept in this time.”
The realization sets in. I check the bed for any evidence of sex. My nightgown remains intact with the disappointment setting in.
He sits on the edge of the bed, with his double-breast suit on. “You need to hurry. We have a meeting in ten minutes. Try to freshen up the best way you can.”
I jump out of bed and take another short shower. He left to join the meeting. I change quickly and try, to make it in time for his meeting. At the last minute, I pick up my laptop. My hair is up in a bun, and my heels somehow fly on my feet. I rush out of the room, and walk in the business meeting within nine minutes. A full vampire replaces Paul. John is the new vampire assistant for Tracy. John remains quiet, and he barely speaks two words to me. Tracy doesn’t seem happy, to see me here. My laptop is ready for the meeting to begin. I shook myself awake a couple of times.
Christian sent me messages about which notes to take. He types me, and he asks if I sent certain things off. I reply to him that the documents are sent off for him this morning. He relaxes after an hour. The economics of his project is what they are speaking about today. He leads the meeting, and he’s extremely sexy, when he directs them. I struggle with fantasies about him. The sex in the distance ends for the meeting. The sounds of hard slapping, moaning, yelping, and squeaking are not a factor today. The meeting finishes with money exchanging hands. I’m relieved, when this meeting ends. The people stick around for ten additional minutes, and then they left. Shelly and Tracy mutually hate my guts. I watch Tracy touch his arm. She peers over at me unhappy, but she left with Shelly. They both left with their pride tucked behind their tails. As soon as they left, I managed to relax.
We exit the boardroom and to my surprise, there are more women sitting on the laps of their boyfriends—laughing at Ian. Everyone congregates in the living room. Alexander has a supermodel perched on his lap. She has an arm around Alexander’s neck, and she laughs at Ian's jokes. This must be the girlfriend, Chris complained about to me. To my dismay, my workout requires my full attention. The fear of becoming fat again—creates anxiety. As I walk in our bedroom, a hand covers my mouth.
Christian scares the shit out of me! His lips mash against mine. “I am waiting for you. Please, hurry up, and change.”
Christian even hands me a pair of shorts with a couple tanks. He’s wearing another one of his tanks. He’s a billionaire, dressing in casual wear. We walk out of the bedroom together. He keeps his hands around my waist. My workout will have to remain on the back burner for a few days. A woman with a prominent nose remains on Alexander's lap. She has shoulder-length platinum-blonde hair. She’s bony and skinny, and she has height with those long legs.
He introduces us, “Jeannie, this is Barbie. You already met Chelsea, Diane, and Angelica.”
We exchange nods with a small part of me dying, to find out who the squeaker is. It has to be either Sam's girlfriend or Charlie’s girlfriend. This really irritates me as I try, to figure out who she is.
Barbie stands up with that prominent nose, overshadowing her face. “It is nice, to finally meet you, Jeannie. I guess you’re Christian's latest flavor of the month.”
The anger courses through my veins, but not from me. My eyes shift in his direction.
“I think I’m his favorite flavor so far.”
His face says it all, and his body closes in on mine with his hands holding me.
“I would love, to continue this inspiring conversation, but I am taking Jeannie out for the evening. Try to keep the volume down when we return,” he sarcastically fires back at Barbie.
He surprises me with his instant sarcasm. Christian shows his evil side for a change, and this makes him even more attractive. We left the group and head outside.
We make it through the vault of sex and he pulls me closer to him. Instead of taking his car, we fly outside the tunnel together. My arms cling tightly to his neck, and we land outside the destinations.
We visit the Parthenon, Delphi, Antic Theater of Epidaurus, Olympus, and Mycenae. He starts to test me with his pop quizzes.
“Whose kingdom did this belong to?”
“This would be Agamemnon's kingdom at one time.”
“You know about him also?”
“Oh, yes! The battle started over a woman, by the name of Helen.”
“You know too much. I am happy that there is at least one woman, I have grown fond of over the last few months. She also appears to know her Greek history. That is how my parents chose my name. I received this name from a person in the Trojan War. Whose name, do you believe I have?”
I thoughtfully remember all the Greek names from the past. “I will guess Achilles, or some form of it.”
He kisses my lips. “Besides my brother, Erik, Charlie, and now you know my real first name. My brother has always kept his name, Alexander. My father loved Achilles. He thought he was only having one boy. He was supposed, to name my older brother, Achilles. Instead, he named him Alexander. The people placed my mom on a pedestal for having twin boys. That was unheard of back then. We were exceptionally lucky to survive. My father placed us both in training. We even became generals, but we were already royalty. I miss my parents every now and then.” Christian informs me of his history. I fall even deeper in love with him.
He starts to tell me the history of Meropis, “The elves, and the fairies love your grandfather, so they gave him a place to stay. They kept the sun away, for all the creatures of the night. That is how Meropis was born. You will never find it on any map, and it will never see the sun. The elves and fairies pitied all the night dwelling supernatural creatures. Meropis keeps the night dwelling supernatural creatures safe. Vampires remain there, except when they have vampires, who breech other countries. The rogues are in the states—or other countries. Countries with high human population—lure vampires. China feeds starving vampires, but vampires love the United States for cultural exchange. That is how we are able to survive this long—and intact.”
We return to the underground palace, hearing more moans. He’s equally irate as I am. We walk through the right side, and the men are watching a movie with their girlfriends, except for Sam and his girlfriend. The sounds of loud squeaking hit an all-time fever pitch high. I struggle with laughing, after I found out that the squeaky woman is Chelsea. It is hard to focus on a black and white movie, while they are having sex.
The gym is right across our bedroom. My workout can no longer be put on hold. After stretching, I chose my first cardio machine. Christian isn’t watching the movie either. He’s in our bedroom talking to important executives. The elliptical is on the highest level, and I set it for two hours. The sweat starts pouring off me, after one hour. My hands rest on top of my head to make sure I refuse to depend on the bar to hold me up. My tank turns into a wet dishrag. I jerk it off me, and set it over the bar. I wear nothing but my sports bra and cotton shorts. My body appears so attractive in the mirror. The new me stares back at the old me and there are no more rolls of flab hanging off me. The first person, to pop in my head is Christian. I dream of wearing sexy lingerie just to entice him. The sex would be earth shattering and mind-blowing. The sensual thoughts entice me, to work out even harder. I daydream of what he looks like naked. My fangs instantly start to throb again.
Chapter 11
This time the pain hurts worse than it ever has before. It causes me to bend over the bar in agony, and tears flood my cheeks. This must have grabbed his attention, because he’s already in the gym with a topic solution for my mouth.
“The pain
hurts badly! Will you please just let me ingest blood, and get it over with?” I beg him.
Christian holds my head in his hands. He quickly swabs my fangs. I attempt to take a deep breath, and the pain subsides for now. “I would let you, but you will have, to maintain both diets. I am not ready to watch you drink blood this soon,” he answers.
I jerk my tank back over my head to remain respectful to my boyfriend. He tugs on my shirt for me, to come closer to him. I kiss his lips passionately, and he slams me hard against the back wall. My hands feverishly stroke his muscular body. This triggers an animal inside, to come out and play. The shirts are laying on the floor instantly. We pelt each other with deep passionate kisses. My legs grip his waist tightly and the wind is knocked from my lungs. Now, we are making some progress! The emotions are sucking the life from me. When I come up for air from drowning in his sea of lust, he realizes he’s acting ungentlemanly.
“Oh, no… please don’t stop, Chris! Please, don’t have a moment of conscience! Please, stay with me now!” I beg him.
He keeps me on his hips, and we move to our bedroom. He lays me on our bed, kissing me intensely. I kiss his neck and nibble on his ear.
“I want to make love to you, but not here, and not now. We have to slow down, because we are moving too fast.” he argues.
I beg for more, but he won’t have any of it. He finds a hockey jersey, and he yanks it over his head. The man of my dreams left the room, and a few minutes later, he left the building. Way to go, team horny! I struck out again, and the wild beast inside tries to calm down. This warrants for an ice-cold shower. The beast inside hates it when he ignores me. This empty and unsatisfying feeling sucks to the core. My body takes the ice-cold shower in stride. I rinse off and fall asleep alone. I curse myself, for making him leave.
I start to dream of falling into a dark abyss. The abyss no longer has an end—or a beginning. The alarm clock buzzes annoyingly. To my disappointment, Christian hasn’t returned either; however; his laptop is missing. He has another meeting, to attend without me.