Believe Series box set

by L Chapman

  I follow Megan, locking the door as we go. The front of this house has so many trees that it is impossible to see anything before reaching the gate. I can see Megan standing by it with a cheeky smile across her face. Once I get closer to her, I notice a pink stretched limo.

  “OMG! I love it!” I squeal, waving my hands in front of my eyes. I must not cry.

  “I knew you would love it, Jenny.” Megan winks.

  I snap a few pictures with my mobile to tease Rich, even though I am convinced he will be at a strip club if I know Luke at all.

  “Look in the limo, Jenny,” Megan orders.

  I walk over to the back doors, opening one to see all my closest friends sitting there with glasses full of champagne. Black seats, carpeted floor and a glittered disco ball hanging from the middle of the roof decorate the interior of the limo. A mini fridge with a glass front houses bottles of our favourite drinks. Oh, I could spend all day in here.

  “YEAHHHHH!” They all shout.

  “OMG! Could tonight get any better?” I turn to face Megan.

  “I don’t know. We will have to wait and see,” she says before turning around so I can’t read her face. She is up to something, I know it. I don’t mind. It’s my party, and I can’t wait to get it started.

  “Come on, everyone. Get out of the car for a group photo,” Megan says.

  I stand by the limo, giving all my guests hugs. They look dressed to impress. Tonight is going to be amazing. The driver gets out of the limo and walks towards Megan. He is wearing a black suit and hat. He passes something to her before taking her mobile, and she instantly begins to chuckle. I wonder what he said, and what they have planned.

  “Everyone in a line beside the limo,” Megan states. She opens the gift bag she has been holding while the rest of us form a line.

  “A hen party is not a hen party without sashes and stuff.” Megan winks, going down the line giving everyone a sash that reads “Jenny’s Hen Party” along with a name that describes them.

  I am dreading what mine says.

  “Here is yours, Jenny,” Megan says as she passes me a pink sash with little diamonds along both sides. It reads “My Hen Party” on the front; on the back, “Last Night of Freedom- Kiss Me Quickly”.

  I can’t believe she has had that printed on mine. Oh, hang on. I do believe it. Megan just stands there laughing at me.

  “Thanks, Megan,” I say, placing the sash around me.

  “For you, a crown with an attached veil and a shot glass on a chain.” Megan passes them to me.

  “Thanks, you plan on getting me drunk?” I question.

  “Not really, I just bought every hen party thing I could find.”

  Megan continues giving out the sashes. I follow her, laughing at everyone’s name because it fits them so well. I do wonder what Megan’s says.

  “Megan, where is your sash?” I question.

  “Here,” she says, pulling out one that reads “Angel, Missing Her Halo” on the front and “It’s Around Her Waist” printed on the back.

  I can’t do anything but laugh. Every time Megan says she is an “angel” I always say she has lost her halo and it’s around her waist as a belt. That is the most fitting sash she could get.

  The limo is so large that it accommodates us all. We drink champagne all the way to the club. It’s the first time I have ever been in this club. They have private rooms, and Megan rented one for the night for my hen do. Walking through the club door, I immediately notice why she chose this place. It reminds me a lot of Bar 3000, and the colour theme is very stylish with hues of black and red. Clubs are normally pitch black with flashing lights, so no one really knows what colour the rooms are.

  Megan walks ahead to our room. The door reads “Jenny’s Hen Do… Only Sexy Men Allowed.” I can’t believe she would have such a thing printed for the door.

  “In you go, Jenny,” Megan says, opening the door. Oh, wow! It is amazing. The same colour theme carries into the room. It’s not all dark in here, yet. Straight in front is a picture of Rich and me and lots of pink and black cock-shaped balloons scattered around. Umm… I can’t help but laugh.

  Walking farther into the room, I see someone in a chair. I can tell the person has long red, wavy hair. I wonder who it is.

  “Now!” all the party shouts.

  The person in the chair slowly turns around.

  “Michele!” I shout.

  Michele is Rich’s sister; she is like a big sister to me. She has such an amazing personality. Michele lives and works in America as a photographer and loves sending me naughty pictures of men.

  I run over to Michele. “Hi,” I say jumping up and down.

  “Jen, I have missed you,” she replies.

  “What are you doing here? How? Why? When did you get here?” I ask in a confused manner.

  Michele takes my hand and walks over to the bar before sitting on one of the stools. The ladies follow and begin ordering a round of drinks.

  “Your sash fits you perfectly,” I state.

  It reads “Flirty Minx” and couldn’t be truer for Michele.

  “Right, Jen. Megan invited me. I wanted to be here, and it’s your last party before you marry that brother of mine,” she replies.

  “You kept it a secret.” I point out.

  “Yes, I have been here four days. Rich knows. I have been staying at Megan’s. She didn’t go away with Mark. She told you that story to hide the fact I was here.”

  “What? You two are crazy,” I state.

  “We just love you. We wanted to surprise you.”

  “Thank you, ladies. I love you both so much,” I say, grabbing Megan and pulling her close.

  Michele orders us our normal drinks, white wine, red wine and Coke, before getting up and heading to the other side of the room, leaving me with Megan at the bar. Everyone else has scattered around the room, talking and having fun. As always, Michele looks amazing. She is wearing a little red dress with a lace back. Her red hair covers her back and her flawless, smoky eye makeup makes her green eyes stand out more. I have always been jealous of her; she has the perfect body to match all her other unblemished features.

  Even though she lives in America, Michele has been there for me since I began seeing Rich. She lives in Boston with her very sexy husband, Oliver. He loves to tease about the name of the street in which they live, Intercourse Lane. It is so fitting for them. They have a five-year-old daughter, Aria, whom they adore. She looks just like Michele. We chat weekly, so I am able to keep up with their family life.

  The lights on the main dance floor suddenly change from flashing party lights to spotlights.

  “What’s happening, Megan?” I question.

  “I don’t know. Come over here,” she says taking my hand and walking me over to a seat before motioning me to sit down. I don’t know what’s going on. What have they done?

  The lights come back on with the music. Everyone has moved closer to where I have been seated in the middle of the room. Michele walks out of the small back room behind the bar holding something. As she gets closer, I can tell it is a cake.

  “What have you got there, Michele?” I ask.

  “No party is a party without cake.”

  Yeah, cake. I love cake. She places it on my knee. It is a white square cake with a black picture silhouette of a woman in a wedding dress, and it reads “The Future Mr. & Mrs.” Pink ribbon adorns the edges. It fits perfectly with my wedding theme.

  “I love it! Thank you,” I reply, smiling.

  “It’s a chocolate cake.” Michele points out.

  “I love it even more now.” I giggle. “Can we cut it?” I ask.

  “You stay here. I’ll go cut it.”

  The girlies drag me from the chair and we head to the dance floor. We dance, drink, and giggle with cock-shaped naughty toys floating all around us. I should have known the girlies would do this to me. When we are together, we often joke who loves cock the most. Thankfully, not many people hear our crazy conversations.<
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  “Excuse me!” A male voice shouts. I turn around.

  Chapter Four

  I turn around to see a tall man wearing an Army uniform standing in front of me. I immediately face the girls who all have wide smiles plastered across their faces. I should have known they would do this to me. I stated I didn’t want a stripper when they asked me what I wanted to do for my hen do. They gave me lots of different options—weekend away, spa day, amusement park, activity day, night out. I thought a night out would suit everyone. I loved all the possibilities, but I wasn’t really keen on the amusement park though.

  “Are you the bride-to-be?” He asks as he walks towards me.

  With the amount of stuff I am wearing, it is a huge giveaway that I am the bride. Got to love the girls for doing it, but I have nowhere to hide now.

  “Yes,” I state, feeling myself start to burn up.

  He winks at me before pointing over to the DJ. The music changes and he starts to dance. I cover my face to hide my embarrassment. No, they can’t be doing this to me. Is he really a stripper? Oh, please someone tell me I am dreaming. I feel his hand grab hold of my wrist, pulling it away from my face. The girls are cheering in the background, one of them wolf whistling.

  “Come with me,” he says, placing his arm around my waist and forcing me to walk over to a chair that someone must have placed in the centre of the dance floor. I gladly sit down.

  The man bends down, whispering in my ear, “Relax. I will be finished soon. Enjoy it. I know you’re embarrassed.” He strokes my face with the back of his hand as he takes a few steps away from me. I can’t relax. I know what is going to happen. I do wonder if he is going to go all the way. Oh, please don’t. I don’t want to see that. Or do I? Oh my, I need to stop thinking. He stands there, turning around in a circle on the spot and shaking his arse in front of me. He slowly undoes each button as he shakes his arse, slowly sliding his shirt down each arm till his chest is totally exposed. Oh wow! Now that’s what I call a perfectly toned six pack. His natural tan makes his abs stand out even more. He slowly rubs his hand up and down his six pack, drawing attention to his muscles. He takes small steps towards me thrusting himself at me with every move. As he reaches me, he places one leg on either side of mine and grabs my hand while he rubs it up and down his naked chest. Oh, help me. It feels so good, but it’s so wrong. It is like we are the only two people in the room. I am quickly brought back to reality when one of the girls lets out a high-pitched squeal.

  He steps back from me and begins thrusting and gyrating his hips to the hypnotic beat, while slapping his arse. Please leave on your pants. Please. The girls are shouting “off, off, off!” I must be as red as a tomato now. He takes a step towards me, then another, then another till he is right in front of me again. He slowly turns around and bends down, placing his bum in the air. “Slap it,” one of the girls says.

  I lift my hand to slap it; instead, I tap it gently. “Harder!” I do as they say and slap it harder. I feel guilty, but it feels so good to touch him. He stands up, rubs his bum and laughs. Again, the ladies begin to shout for him to take off his clothes. He stands with his face towards me and pulls the front of his trousers. I can’t believe it. He loses his trousers in one swift movement. Please no more. He continues shaking his arse in front of my face while grabbing some oil nearby and rubbing it on his chest. Oh my!

  He walks towards me, pulls me up from my seat and places my hand on his chest. Nothing better than rubbing oil all over someone, especially when he’s nearly naked. I walk around him, rubbing it on his back and sliding my hand towards his bum. He quickly turns to me.

  “So, special lady. Are you ready?”

  I shout, “No!”

  “I’ll be quick,” he says, grabbing hold of either side of his tight black underwear. “Three.”

  “Don’t. Please don’t,” I beg.

  “Two,” he replies.

  Oh man, he is counting down.

  “One.” As he says it, he rips the underpants straight off and throws them at me. I can’t help but look. Wow! He is hung like a donkey. It must be fake. That’s massive, much bigger than Rich. Oh, stop it, Jenny. I cover my face, feeling myself burn up even more. The girls are cheering.

  I walk over to the chair to sit back down. He leaves with his hand covering his bits, only letting the girls see his bare arse as he bends down and slaps it one last time.

  The music stops, turning back into something normal. I uncover my face to see he has left. Could it have been a dream? Well, a nightmare.

  “Oh my, he was amazing. Did you see how big his cock was?” Michele questions.

  “That really did just happen,” I state.

  “Yes, his name is Adam. He is a lad Alison knows,” she replies, smiling at me.

  I glare over in Allison’s direction. “Oh, please tell me there are no more strippers tonight,” I enquire.

  “No more strippers unless you want us to get the bar staff to strip.” Michele laughs, running her fingers through her hair.

  “No, thank you,” I reply, laughing it off, as I look at the bar staff. Nah, none of them are cute, or I would request their shirts off.

  I leave Michele laughing with some of the girls and head outside for a few minutes of air. It’s too hot inside. It is so wonderful how much the girls love me and how they wanted to make tonight special for me. Megan is the best friend a girl could ask for, and I love her to bits. I can’t wait for her hen do; I will get revenge for tonight. I just hope Mark is the one. He is everything she wants and needs in life. Megan has mentioned for a while that she wants to move away, be as far away from her ex-boyfriend John as she can get. I just hope she does for her own sake, not for Mark’s.

  Megan appears beside me with a cock balloon attached to her wrist and two glasses.

  “I can’t believe you lied to me, telling me you had gone away when you hadn’t, Megan,” I state.

  “I know, but I wanted to surprise you. Rich knew all about it,” she replies.

  “Good job I love ya, isn’t it?” I question.

  “I know you do. By the way, your cookies are ready. I will drop them off tomorrow,” she states with a huge smile.

  “I forgive you. There better be lots of cookies for what you did to me. Thank you for everything, Megan. You mean the world to me,” I say, giving her a big hug.

  Chapter Five

  29 Days to Go

  Oh, my head is banging. Last night was amazing, though. I have never laughed so much in my life. I am happy I took off work today. I would have been a zombie if I had gone in. After Adam, the stripper, finished his strip tease, we had some time to relax. He came out and joined us. At first, talking to him made me feel so uncomfortable, but as our conversation continued, I realised he was only stripping to make extra money for his children, who have complicated diseases. He is saving to take them away on holiday, just to escape the stresses of their real life for a little while. He really is a sweet man. It was nice to find out about the real man underneath the act he puts on for women.

  He spent quite a while sitting outside with us in the garden area, asking about Rich, or as he called him, “The Lucky Man.”

  I still remember the first time I met Rich, just like it was yesterday. I had gone to my auntie’s for the week, visiting with family. I had kindly offered to go to the shops for her to collect the necessary things for the barbecue later that day. My sister had come with me. She was busy playing on her mobile when a football flew towards me, followed by a young man whose eyes connected to mine immediately.

  I am so sorry, Miss. Are you okay?” The young man questioned.

  “Yes, fine,” I said, looking down at the ground.

  “You don’t look it. Sit down, please,” he said, pointing to the curb. I sat down with his help.

  “Thank you.”

  “No, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have let the ball come over here.”

  “It’s okay. Accidents happen.” I smiled, looking up at him.

  I sat t
here staring into his eyes, the most beautiful colour I had ever seen. I couldn’t fully work out their colour because the sun was so bright. He bent down so he was kneeling in front of me. I could feel my heart fluttering. He was perfect.

  “Miss, are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on my knee.

  “Yes, call me Jenny,” I said, smiling again.

  “Jenny, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Rich.”

  We were inseparable from that day forward.

  Those were the days when we had no real worries. It’s amazing how we have grown as a couple, and our feelings have matured. I know I love him more than ever, and I worry about him all the time. My only problem is the wedding. With everything that happened with Chad, I don’t want him there, and I know Rich says nothing happened, but that is not the point. Rich has been acting weird around me. Our sex used to be wild, unplanned, fun, earth-shattering. We always made each other orgasm before finishing together. Now it’s quick and emotionless. It’s like he doesn’t want me; he doesn’t want us.

  I plan to get all housework done today then curl up with a film or two. The house is empty, which is good. I need something for this hangover. Oh, why did I drink so much?

  I slowly climb out of bed and place my pink fluffy dressing gown over my underwear. I really was drunk last night to have woken up almost naked. I head to the kitchen to collect a glass of water and headache tablets before lying on my new sofa.

  This sofa was a gift from Rich’s mum. It’s amazing, a brown cotton with a white spiral pattern on it. It fits in with the front room perfectly. It has a matching circle footstool. His mum also bought the matching love chair, a circle chair with side that I love to curl up on. It even has a little bit to add a music player.

  I reach out for my mobile.