A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  “Like I said, you and tequila are a terrible influence,” I remind her.

  “And you, my darling, were once such a little minx,” she drunkenly giggles.

  “Says the woman, who has been engaged more times than an occupied toilet.” We laugh hysterically once more.

  This drunken banter continues until the car pulls up outside the apartment, I scan to see whether there are any press and to my relief there isn’t. I knew they would soon get bored enough to leave. Besides, I don’t think Jay or Jonny would appreciate drunken pictures of me plastered all over the papers. I prepare my intoxicated self for getting out of the car.

  “Lydia, please hold onto me as we walk in. I don’t want you going ass over tit,” I direct.

  “That’s right, darling. I will hold onto you . . . so we both can go ass over tit.” Again the silly giggling starts.

  Simon walks cautiously behind us; as we reach the cascading steps he rushes up to assist us before pressing the buzzer. He looks nervous, ushering us into the hallway, then into the lift.

  As the lift doors open, we hear the manly banter coming from the kitchen. I can see the back of Beef leaning on the kitchen island. Lydia has her arm looped through mine as we try to steady one another. We obediently follow Simon into the kitchen.

  “Hey beautiful ladies, how has your day been?” A broad, delicious smile spreads across Jonny’s face as we enter. I walk up to him and place a lingering, uninhibited kiss upon his warm lips. I don’t care who is watching . . . I have missed those lips terribly!

  “Judging from the slight sway you’ve both got going on, I would say you’ve had a great time?” Jonny’s amused hazel eyes darken on me. His heavy stare is predacious.

  “We have had a wonderful time, haven’t we Lydia?” I slur against him.

  Jake now has a steadying and protective arm wrapped around her. “We certainly have, darling. How about you boys, how was your golf?” she asks.

  Jonny momentarily takes his weighty gaze off me. “It has been a great day of golf all around, except for poor Beef, whose golf was well below par.” Jake and Jonny start to boisterously laugh.

  I look at a bemused yet grinning Beef. “Very funny, Jonny.”

  “Sorry, Beef. I couldn’t resist,” Jonny says, holding his hands up to apologise.

  “I was just having an off day,” Beef replies.

  “You were definitely having a rough day, but don’t worry. Next time we play, I will get someone to show you exactly where the fairway and the green is.” Raucous laughter now fills the room as Beef shakes his head with a slanted smile upon his face.

  “There is nothing sexier than a bit of testosterone drenched competition between guys.” Lydia seductively plants a kiss on Jake’s chin, as her hand moves slowly around to his ass. Although he hesitates to kiss her fully, he does little to resist when Lydia’s lips do lock onto his.

  “So, we had better start getting ready, hadn’t we?” Jonny says, slipping his arm around my waist.

  My woozy head rests itself on his brawn shoulder. “I need a shower to sober me up a bit or I may fall asleep at the table,” I say in a tired voice.

  “Come on, Dimples. Let’s get you upstairs.” Jonny pulls me towards the door.

  “I’ll see you later, Lydia.”

  “See you soon, darling.” Lydia shouts behind me.

  “I am going to get going now if you no longer need me, Jonny?” Simon asks as he follows us out.

  “That’s fine Simon. You get off, we’ll see you tomorrow,” Jonny answers.

  “Thanks for today.” I say, glancing over my shoulder to look at him.

  “No probs, Jessica. See you tomorrow,” Simon replies.

  As Jonny leads me up the stairs, our sexual tension begins to grow. We decide to play a little with that sexual tension, starting in the shower. The warm water feels so good on my inebriated self. When Jonny joins me, his hands slowly glide up and down my wet body. His eyes take in every inch of me; with a fresh and new hunger.

  “You know, Mrs. Neel. You look kind of cute when you are pissed.” Jonny teasingly hovers above my mouth.

  I push my wet breasts up against him. “Do I now?”

  “Yes, you do. You have this vulnerable little pout and your ass does that little wiggle thing that drives me fucking crazy, only it’s more of a slow sexy sway.” Jonny clenches my ass, hard.

  His hot wet hands, pull our bodies impossibly close. Our dripping salty kiss is passionate and ardent; my body becomes aroused and sensitive to his every touch. I am so ready to have him inside of me. This insatiable and voracious desire for him leaves me at the mercy of his drenched and steamy fuckable self.

  “Later, Jessica . . . you will be mine.” Jonny whispers, biting my earlobe.

  My fingers stroke him teasingly, from his pecs down to his inner thigh. “Later? But I want you now,” I pout.

  Jonny’s hazel eyes, darken. Dilated and hooded with lust. “Believe me, Jessica, I will be all yours later. I am going to have you screaming my name so bloody loud, all of London will know that I am fucking you.”

  “Promises . . . promises.” I salaciously lick his wet mouth, trying to get him to change his mind.

  Jonny smirks, slapping my moist ass as the water from the shower continues to fall onto my horny, now cleansed body. However, no amount of clean water is going to be able to wash the dirty thoughts that linger in my filthy little mind. “Now hurry up or we will be late.” He gruffly says, getting out of the shower. Jonny has a frustrated thrum of desire being camouflaged by his commanding tone. I am so loving this dominant and agitated side of him. It makes me feel sexy and strong, knowing that I am able to affect him in the way that I do.

  “I do love the rather dominant Jonny Riley.” I peep around the shower, playfully wrapping my leg around the misted door. My mouth curves slowly and my eyes are screaming . . . ’fuck me!’

  Jonny shakes his head with a lecherous smile as he dries himself off, his observant eyes yell back at me . . . ’I fucking will!’

  Looking in the mirror,, all alone; I do a playful little pout to myself. When did my life get to be this wonderful? One minute I am just Jessica Neel, married to Shawn Neel and happily so . . . or so I thought. A mother to two beautiful daughters and working part-time for an online toy shop. Now I am standing in Jonny Riley’s bedroom, in his grand Chelsea home.

  I am wearing a designer dress and designer shoes; shit, even my smile seems designer these days.

  I have a new found confidence and determined mind. The weak Jessica Neel who has kept me company for so very long, has come to say good-bye. No longer am I going to keep punishing myself for what I have done to Shawn. No longer am I going to accept not having my daughters in my life, I need them to be a part of my life again. My new life. I am their mother and their mother I will bloody be. I am ready to fight for the right to be their mother again. I am ready to face Shawn. I blow a kiss at the Jessica of yesterday and give a big, welcoming smile to the Jessica of today.

  When I walk into the reception room. Jonny, Beef, Lydia and Jake are all standing near the warm fire, with their drinks in hand and chatting and laughing just like old friends. Jonny looks over his shoulder as I walk towards them. Judging by how his full mouth sexily parts, coupled with the rakish look in his eyes. I am thinking, I must look pretty hot.

  The liquid gold dress perfectly skims my curves and my hair is in a sleek up-do, accentuating the shape of my sensual neck; which is begging to be sweetly kissed. Jonny walks towards me. He takes my hand, holding it above my head as his fingers guide me to do a seductively slow twirl.

  Jonny leans into me, whispering in my ear, “You are lucky we are in good company, otherwise I’d fuck you on the floor right now.” My needing vagina clenches tight at his words, awakened by his crude yet arousing talk. Oh, my!

  I throw him a knowing, seductive smile. I let go of his hand before slowly sauntering towards Lydia.

  “Darling, you look divine,” Lydia says, pulling me in for
an air kiss on both my cheeks.

  She looks gorgeous in her black cocktail dress and silver strappy heels. Jake proudly stands beside her in an informal black suit, paired with a white shirt; which is unbuttoned at the top, Fully encompassing his laid-back charm and his devil-may-care good looks.

  “As always, Lydia, you look amazing. And look at you, Jake. You are looking very handsome this evening.” I greet him with a kiss on his clean-shaven cheek. Beef is smiling. He looks relaxed, as though he is enjoying the company he is in. “Hi, Beef.” I say with a welcoming smile.

  “You look lovely, Jessica,” Beef replies.

  “Thank you. You look very genteel this evening, too.” Beef has on a smart black sateen suit with a crisp white shirt, no tie but casually unbuttoned. He looks very smart indeed but that suit has to have been made specially for him. Beef really is one of the largest men I have ever seen, in both width and height. He must find it incredibly difficult to clothe his bulky frame. Yet tonight, his rugged and hard features are more amiable: he looks sophisticated and gentlemanly.

  “Right. Let’s get going, shall we?” Jonny says, gulping back the last of his white wine.

  Lydia picks up her small clutch bag and Jake takes hold of her free hand. I watch Jonny, quickly composing himself in his exquisite black silk suit and deep charcoal fitted shirt with a sexy silver silk tie. Oh my goodness . . . he is hot!

  There is something about a man in a suit and then there is Jonny, in a suit. He is devilishly good looking. So much so, I start to fantasise about my hands wildly touching him all over. He is that obscenely handsome, I honestly cannot express just how fucking amazing my man is. I almost feel breathless, as my eyes absorb every inch of his beautiful and manly form. Smutty thoughts quickly fill my head and descend between my yearning legs. After nearly six weeks of not having Jonny inside of me, knowing that later he will be; is almost too much for my highly aroused body to handle.

  Jonny catches me watching him intently. He smirks, enveloping me in his arms as he whispers once again in my ear, “If you persist in looking at me in that way, we won’t even make it pass the starters before I fuck you.”

  My cheeks wildly flush. “I can’t help it.” I mumble as my convulsing vagina reacts aggressively to his words.

  “I can see I am going to have to restrain my dick with you tonight, Dimples.”

  “Restrain, huh?” I part my lips, to lure him in for a kiss . . . he does little to resist.

  Jonny pulls back from our hungry kiss. “Jessica Neel, are you teasing me?”

  I gently pull on his silver tie. “I think you will find that you are the one who is a clit tease.” I tell him with a seductive dip of my chin.

  His lopsided smirk is salaciously hot as hell. “I’m a clit tease, am I?” Jonny asks, with a quirked brow.

  A flashback of our shower earlier, launches into my mind. “Definitely.” I whisper against his eager mouth.

  Taking my hand in a commanding way, his crooked grin not quite leaving his lips; he quickly pulls me out of the reception room. “We will have to fucking see about that.” His curt reply is said with such heated frustration.

  With just one abrupt sentence, his low husky tone promises so much. I don’t even think the fuck fairy is prepared for what Jonny has in store for me later on this evening!

  The sexual tension during dinner hangs mercilessly and provocatively in the air. Although we are enjoying being with Lydia and Jake, we both would enjoy each other’s company far more.

  Knowing he can’t intimately touch me is driving Jonny wild. He strokes my fingers under the table. It feels electric yet sweetly innocent. The champagne flows freely between each course, but my lightheadedness is undoubtedly from the devouring desire which is provoking me.

  Lydia’s eyes fix on Jonny. “So Jonny, you must be pleased about Jessica’s decision to reduce her hours?”

  “Surprised more like, Lydia. As much as I love her, she can be rather stubborn.” Jonny throws me one of his ‘I can get away with this’ smiles.

  I playfully swat his arm. “Hey, she is here, you know?” I sarcastically smirk at him, his playful look turns to one of sweet affection. Holding my hand above the table as a declaration of his happiness, he looks across the table at Lydia.

  “Joking aside . . . yes, I am pleased.” He lovingly adds.

  I graciously smile at Jonny, looking back at Lydia. “I honestly can’t wait to get started. Maybe you can bring me up to speed with things next week, Lydia? I can take a look at everything, once I have seen the girls on Monday.” As I explain my plans to my dear friend. My heart nervously palpitates inside of my chest at the thought of possibly seeing, Lissy and Lottie.

  “Of course I can, darling. Do you want me to come with you on Monday?” She kindly offers.

  “Thank you for the offer . . . it’s very kind, but I really need to do it alone,” I say with a wary smile. Lydia understandingly nods. Our table soon goes solemnly quiet. Jonny beckons a waiter over to refill our near empty champagne glasses, his gallant way of breaking the awkward silence.

  With a glass in his hand, he quickly starts a new conversation. “Would you both like to join us for Christmas? It would be great if you could, as I won’t see you for a while otherwise.” Jake and Lydia look confused by Jonny’s words. They both look to me for an answer.

  I lean forward in my seat. “I was going to tell you, Lydia. Jonny is leaving for a couple of months after Christmas, he has landed a big film role in New York,” I excitedly say.

  “Really? What sort of film is it?” Jake asks, lifting his glass to his lips and taking an intrigued sip of his champagne.

  Lydia sits with a surprised eyebrow, curved with silent questioning in my direction. Her incessant stare is trying to find my inner weakness. Lydia knows me. She knows Jonny’s news is going to hit me hard, regardless of just how big my smile may be. I look away from her, focusing only on Jonny.

  “It’s an action film, Jake. Obviously I can’t reveal too much at this stage, but it’s a great role and one I have wanted to do for a long time. Believe me, there are only so many period dramas an actor can do before being typecast.” Jonny laughs. “A role like this falling into my lap, is one I simply cannot refuse.” He adds, looking at me and grabbing my hand. “Of course, it’s going to be very hard to leave this beautiful lady behind.” Jonny affectionately brings my hand up to his warm and cherishing lips.

  Lydia cautiously smiles, raising her drink high above the table. “Well, we had better drink to new beginnings and exciting new ventures then.” Her eyes persist in trying to break through my brave barriers. I blink slowly, lifting my glass.

  In unison we clink our glasses to celebrate Jonny’s new role. I know Lydia’s dark eyes are on me but I choose to look elsewhere. No other words are said. The conversation has come to an abrupt end.

  Lydia and Jake silently mull over Jonny’s news. While Jonny only has eyes for me. They possessively roam over every inch of my pining body. A quiet consuming lust flares across his fawn spheres. It’s hard not to react to such powerful sexual chemistry. I need a distraction and fast!

  “I need to go to the ladies room, I’ll be back in a minute,” I say, slowly rising out of my seat. Jonny strokes the bottom of my back as I leave the table. His touch alone is literally causing a commotion in my knickers. Shit!

  “I think I need the little girls room as well, Jessica.” Lydia quickly stands to join me.

  We quietly walk to the toilet. I glance sideways at Lydia’s subdued expression. As soon as we enter the toilet, Lydia briskly verifies each of the four cubicles are vacant, by pushing their doors open. As soon as she is satisfied that we are indeed alone, she turns to face me. “Are you really going to let Jonny go to New York, Jessica?” Lydia stands with her arms crossed.

  I try to walk towards one of the cubicles. “Of course I am . . . why?”

  Lydia pulls gently on my arm. “You’ve only just got together and now he is going. Is that really wise?” Her heavily mad
e-up lashes lower, over her concerned chocolate eyes.

  I try to offer an assuring smile to Lydia. “Jonny wasn’t sure about going either, but I convinced him to go. Who am I to stop him from doing what he loves?” I ask with my pleading blue eyes.

  Lydia’s forehead wrinkles up with growing concern. “You both have been through so much already. I am really worried for you, Jessica. This could be bloody relationship suicide, darling.” She says with a tight smile.

  I truly recognise the look of doubt that occupies Lydia’s face. I try to ignore the very same look that stares back at me in the toilet mirror. The one that tightens my chest and hones in on the flaws of my reasons for letting Jonny go. I draw in a brave breath. “I know it’s far from ideal, I know that Lydia. Jonny is who he is, he’s an actor. He really wants to do this film and as hard as it will be, it’s the right thing for me to let him do it. He needs to be able to leave with a clear conscience. I don’t want him feeling like he has abandoned me, after all that he has done for me. The alternative is that I beg him to stay. I know that he would, but then he may end up resenting me for stopping him from doing something he has always wanted to do. I know how I feel about Jonny, and he I. Neither one of our feelings will change because of New York. Of that, I am sure. Now I need to focus on getting my daughters back. That is going to take time and if Jonny remains here, that would mean time away from him. Which is why it is best to let him go, I can then fully concentrate on seeing Lissy and Lottie. It may sound fucked up, but it helps me to support Jonny in his decision about going to New York.” I warily admit.

  Lydia crosses her arms, leaning against the toilet sinks. “So, what are you telling me? That you are letting Jonny go because you don’t want him resenting you and because you need to see your daughters?”

  I nod. “Yes, exactly that.”

  Lydia blows away an exasperated breath, looking to the floor. “You’re right. It is fucked up. Jonny loves you. If you want him to stay, ask him. What I really am confused about though, is why you think that Jonny will hinder you in trying to see Lissy and Lottie. He wants you to have a relationship with your girls, he would never stand in the way of that, Jessica.”