His words touched me deeply inside, and I could feel myself melting. “Yes,” I gasped. “Of course I will.”
Then he picked me up and spun me around as we all broke out in a mini celebration.
*****
Epilogue
Enrico
One year later…
To say that our journey had been difficult was a massive understatement. Bella’s parents were angry that we’d eloped, my dad was furious that I didn’t want the business, and because of that we’d faced all kinds of financial struggles… but we were getting there.
Together.
“When are we meeting Pru and Brian?” I asked her from the other room in our tiny apartment.
A lot of things had changed for all of us. Pru had finally found the true love of her life, I had gained some success with my art career, and Bella had received a five book publishing contract for her romance series that was loosely based on us and all that had happened.
We were getting there, slowly but surely.
“In an hour or so,” she called back, causing me to hop up from the sofa where I was sitting to go and join her.
“That gives us plenty of time…” I strolled up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and placing kisses down her neck.
“Oh yeah?” she replied, rolling her head to one side. “For what?”
“For more baby making.” I murmured against her skin. We’d decided to start our own family a little while ago, and we’d been doing plenty of trying ever since!
She spun around to face me, pulling me in for a deep and passionate kiss. I immediately picked her up, wrapping her legs around me so that she could get a good feel of just how excited she made me. Even after a year of marriage, the honeymoon phase hadn’t passed. I still wanted her just as much as I did on that very first day.
“Oh God, you feel good,” she groaned against my lips, showing me that she felt just the same way about me.
That was enough to make me toss her backwards on the bed, before hovering over her.
“I love you, you know,” I said seriously. I wanted to tell her every single day, I never wanted her to forget how deeply I felt for her. After such a confusing road to get here, I needed her to really understand that I’d always be there, no matter what.
“I love you too,” she smiled sincerely.
Then, I began tugging at her clothes, needing her naked, and she was pulling at the material covering me too, just as needy.
As I plunged into her, and I watched her arch her back in pleasure, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was, she was the most beautiful woman on the entire planet. And she wanted me.
“Enrico?” she panted beneath me as I moved. “I have something to tell you.”
“What?” I moaned, wondering if this was essential to tell me right now, right in this moment, just as I was getting into it.
“I did a test today. I’m already pregnant,” she announced, with an excited edge to her voice.
“What?” I screeched, stopping what I was doing. “Are you serious?”
She flushed eagerly and nodded beneath me. “I’m serious. Our family is going to be complete at least.”
“Oh my God.” I pulled her tightly in for a hug. “That’s amazing. Just think… all from that one date…”
And then we burst into laughter, remembering the bizarre way that we’d met, and all that it had led to.
“To the future.” I smiled and kissed her.
“To the future,” she replied.
THE END
Bonus Story 11 of 40
One Night Stand
Blair
The train journey home was long, tiring, and arduous, but I was glad to be getting back. I’d spent the weekend at a work conference, but unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on how you wanted to look at it – the final speaker had fallen ill, meaning the event had been cut short.
I was disappointed, because she was the only person I’d been really interested in seeing, but I was excited to surprise Gary. It felt like ages since I’d seen him last and I couldn’t wait for some much needed one on one time with him. Things had felt a little off recently because I’d been so busy, and I was glad for the opportunity to make that up to him.
We’d been together for years by this point, and I was becoming increasingly convinced that he was slowly heading towards proposing to me – finally! He was being secretive and a little shady, which could only mean that we were finally going to take the next step. One I’d been waiting for forever.
I was certain that once we were engaged, he’d want to move in together too – something else I’d been angling for, dreaming about for a very long time. It wasn’t that we didn’t love one another, it was just that he had a slight commitment phobia – one that I’d been chipping away at.
As I finally staggered off the train carriage, I made the decision to go to Gary’s before even making a quick trip home. Sure, I could use a shower and a change of clothes, but I feared if I went back there I’d end up crawling into bed, too shattered to do anything else, and I really didn’t want to. I felt like that would be a waste of a free evening, so I hopped in the nearest cab, and gave the driver Gary’s address.
My heart began to pound as we grew nearer to his home; I was excited, needing to be with him once more. Luckily I’d thought to take his house key with me before I left because it meant I could really shock him.
He was going to love it; I was certain of that!
I opened the door quietly, and snuck inside. As I peeked at my watch, I noticed that it was just after ten pm, which meant he was probably watching television in bed, wanting to be ready for work the next day – he was obsessed with his job – so I tiptoed silently, trying not to giggle, and I flung open his bedroom door, yelling “Surprise!” as I did.
Silence. The silence hit me like a smack in the face. I’d expected him to yell with joy at my arrival. What the hell was going on?
Then it hit me what I was actually seeing. Gary, in bed, having sex with someone else.
“What the fuck Blair?” he finally cried out in shock and annoyance, pointlessly trying to cover himself up. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Who?” I panted, stepping backwards, trying to fit the jigsaw pieces together. It wasn’t quite making sense to me. “What?”
“Who’s that Gary?” the red haired vixen next to him called out, looking about as stunned as I felt.
“It’s my ex-girlfriend.” He turned to face her, exasperation filling his face.
“Ex?!” I shrieked. “Ex? When the fuck did I become your ex? Why didn’t you tell me?” I turned to face the woman. “We’ve been together for nearly four years. If we aren’t together anymore, then he didn’t have the decency to tell me.”
“Don’t listen to her Sandra,” he looked at this stranger pleadingly, caring more about her opinion than mine. “She’s crazy.”
Sandra.
His secretary. I remembered him talking about her nonstop for a period, but for some reason I’d trusted him too much not to be worried. What an idiot! And what a fucking cliché – she was probably the reason that he liked his job so much.
I didn’t want to stay and fight what was so clearly going to be a losing battle. Gary wasn’t even acknowledging me, and I had far too much pride to force him to, so I spun on my heels with tears racing down my face, and I raced from Gary’s house, gagging for some fresh air.
“What a fucking prick,” I muttered under my breath, as the cold air hit me, while I tried to decide on my next move.
What the hell was I going to do now?
Not only had I just lost my boyfriend, I’d lost the future that I’d been depending on for years.
This was absolutely gutting, and I had no idea how I was ever going to recover…
*****
Jason
I’d only been in this new city for a few hours, and I already liked it a whole lot. I could sense opportunity pouring out of every orifice, and with the amount o
f money I had at my disposal, anything was possible.
I’d already purchased a new business venture here, before even setting foot on its grounds, and I was certain that I’d do well no matter what. If there was one thing that I understood well, it was how to make money, and that was what I fully intended to do here!
I decided that the only way to get to know a new place was to go out drinking there. Trawling through the bars, I’d get to know the city, the people, and what people did for fun. It would give me an idea of what the vibe of my new home was.
So that’s why I headed to the nearest drinking hole almost the second that I stepped off of the plane, and I’d been exploring ever since.
By the time I spotted the crying woman sitting in the trashiest bar I’d come across, I was well and truly buzzed. I didn’t normally go out of my way to speak to strangers, because I always found that they were after something once they learned my identity and about my riches, but there was something about this one that drew me in. She intrigued me, and in my tipsy state, I decided to find out more.
“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked, sidling up next to her, acting totally out of character for me.
“Piss off,” she shot back glumly, not even looking up to see me. As I examined her appearance, it was clear that she was hurting, and that made it feel safe for me to continue. I wasn’t about to be used by someone who had their own problems in mind.
Was I?
“I’m sorry,” I sighed deeply, suddenly wishing that I could find the right words. “I just… you look so sad; I wanted to make you smile.”
With that, she finally looked up at me, distain filling her entire expression. “Well then, can you go back in time and stop me from wasting four years of my life on a fuckwit?” As she spoke, it was obvious that she’d been drinking, but that the pain was keeping her sober. In that moment, I wished I was less tipsy too. I wasn’t wasted, but this felt like a serious, somber moment that should be treated as such.
“Oh dear,” I shook my head sadly. “What happened?”
She eyed me suspiciously for a few moments, trying to assess my motives. I tried to keep my expression as straight as my intentions were. There was no denying that this woman was gorgeous, but I had no desire to take advantage of her vulnerability! I’d spent too much of my life worrying about people doing that to me, I certainly wasn’t about to do the same.
“I found my boyfriend in bed with his secretary,” she sneered at me, clearly realizing that I could be trusted. “A while ago. And even worse, he told her that I’m his ex-girlfriend. Sure, things have been a bit shitty for a while, I suppose, but he never broke up with me.”
All the things I wanted to say about this man started to bubble to the surface, but I forced myself to keep them inside. Things were often said in the heat of the moment, then retracted later on, and I didn’t know enough about the situation to intervene, to give an opinion.
So instead, I decided on a different tactic. “Come on,” I held my hand out to her, standing up. “Let’s go and get rip roaring drunk.”
“Why?” She looked at me through narrow eyes, her guards flying back up.
“Because you need cheering up,” I shrugged. That was honestly all that I cared about, and I hoped that she could see that.
“But you don’t even know me.”
She was rightly suspicious, but I wasn’t going to let that put me off.
“So? We can still have a laugh, right?”
With that she smiled, finally accepting my offer, took my hand and followed behind me.
*****
Blair
Somehow, the stranger had taken me from heartbroken to elated in the space of a couple of hours.
He insisted on taking me dancing, despite my terrible appearance and suitcase – which he paid someone to look after – and he forced me into some random nightclub.
At first, I was extremely dubious, but after a few drinks, when I’d managed to let my hair down a bit, I began to really seriously enjoy myself – something I hadn’t expected at all. Moving to the beat and acting mad on the dance floor with this crazy fun loving guy, was the absolute best remedy for my horrible situation.
I certainly wasn’t thinking about Gary and Sandra at any rate…
And as the night wore on, it was safe to say that while he was being honorable, keeping to his word; my mind kept wandering into dirtier territory. I hadn’t expected to feel anything about this guy, but somehow through my alcohol addled mind, seeing him naked was all that I could think about.
Jason – as I now knew he was called – was easily one of the most gorgeous men that I’d ever laid eyes on. He had sandy blond hair, sparkling green eyes and the kind of muscular body that he’d clearly worked hard for. He was totally the opposite to Gary’s dark, thinner appearance, and that was enough to have me feeling incredibly turned on.
But it wasn’t just his appearance that I was attracted to. I really enjoyed his personality too. He was exciting, funny and really sweet. Sure, it seemed like he had a lot of money too, but I really didn’t care about that. I liked Jason for him, and considering what had happened in the last few hours, that was something of a revelation.
I knew it wasn’t a wise move to lose myself in this stranger when I was hurting so badly, but logic had well and truly gone from my mind by this point, and as I watched him swinging his body, goofing around on the dance floor, trying to make me laugh, all I could focus on was lust.
I could feel a clear, strong connection between us, and I needed to act upon it now before I changed my mind, before I allowed myself to think rationally. I just felt like I’d regret it if I let this opportunity slip past me, so without giving myself another second to think, I leant across to kiss him, internally praying desperately that he wouldn’t reject me.
He didn’t.
Instead, he pulled me in closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me, kissing me gently and passionately all at once.
When we eventually pulled apart, I stared into his desire filled eyes, and I bit my lip in anticipation. I didn’t care how stupid it was, I wanted this guy badly, and I hoped that he could see that.
“Come on,” he finally whispered against my lips. “Let’s go. My car is waiting outside.”
I nodded numbly as a reply, no longer trusting myself to speak.
As soon as we stepped into his limousine, he told the driver to take us to his home, and closed the partition to give us some privacy.
Then, he put his hands on my cheeks, filling me with an intense warmth, and he rested his forehead against mine, just staring into my eyes.
In that moment, it became far more than just lust to me. It felt romantic, and I was actually enjoying that. It made it feel that much more special.
I didn’t even look at Jason’s home as we pulled up outside it. I was too busy staring at him, and wondering what was going to happen next. I was aware that the building was huge, that it was practically a mansion, but that was about it.
All I wanted to do was get my hands on him, to feel him all over me. I wanted to forget everything else, and just remember him.
As we eventually made it through the door, Jason instantly turned to face me, pulling me in for the horniest kiss ever. I almost crumbled under that touch alone.
Then, he pushed me back against the wall, allowing me to feel how much he wanted me, which made me feel excited and amazing.
We didn’t make it out of that hallway; we didn’t even make it out of our clothes the first time around. We simply stayed where we were, pushed up against his hallway wall, up against his mirror, and quickly pushed our underwear to one side – too desperate to feel one another to wait.
As he pushed inside of me, I felt myself gasp loudly at how well he filled me up. This was frantic, passionate, exciting, nothing like what I was used to, and that was enough to send waves of passion quickly crashing right through me.
One time wasn’t enough for Jason. It wasn’t enough for me either, so not long after we’d
finished, he lay me back on the stairs and teased me with his fingers until I almost burst, then he took me hard and fast once more.
By the time we actually made it to his bed, we were both ready to slow things down, but not to stop. So we took things at a much calmer pace, really exploring one another’s bodies. He seemed really turned on by my curves which made me feel like a sexy goddess, and it was safe to say that he was driving me crazy too.
By the time we actually fell to sleep, I did so with a big smile on my face – the opposite to what I was expecting!
*****
Jason
As morning rolled around, I woke up with a massive smile on my face. Sure, I hadn’t meant to sleep with Blair, but I was over the moon that it had happened. I never gave myself so wholly to someone so quickly, I was normally much more careful, but as soon as she’d kissed me, an intense desire had sparked inside of me, and there was no way I could have held back.
Thankfully, because it had been one of the best nights of my whole damn life.
But then, that all vanished when I turned around to find myself alone.
I sat up quickly, that familiar feeling of dread, of being used, settling over me once more. Only this time, Blair hadn’t been after my money, she’d just wanted to use my body, to help herself get over her ex.
Of course she had, how could I have been so stupid!
As I lay back down in my large bed, in my massive home, all alone, I felt sadder than I had in a very long time. This crappy feeling, this was why I normally locked myself away from the world.
What a shitty start to my new life!
But I couldn’t focus too much on that. I couldn’t worry too much about this random chick who screwed me and left me. I had too much else to worry about.
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