A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  It is Boxing Day morning. I am just waking up. My eyes strain against the morning light as I tentatively open them. I pull the pillow over my face, blocking out the sun. I still have it on my face when an excited Jonny enters the room.

  “Wake up, Jessica! It’s a great day for a drive.” I am trying to pry open my eyes and clear my throat as Jonny crawls across the bed to kiss my sleepy lips.

  “Wh . . . what . . . where are we going?” I mumble.

  “Wait and see.” He playfully pulls the duvet off me. I defiantly pull it back as the cool air wraps itself around my snug, warm body.

  I hold on tightly to the duvet, worried he is going to pull it off me again. “What’s the time?” I pout.

  “It’s nearly nine . . . now come on, I’ll put the shower on for you.” Jonny disappears into the bathroom and sure enough, I hear the shower is indeed now on. What has gotten into him today?

  I sit up, rubbing my eyes. “I didn’t think we were going anywhere?”

  “We are now.” Jonny smiles from the end of the bed.

  “But Simon and Beef are off?”

  “I know, I’m driving.” He cockily grins with his hands resting on his denim clad hips.

  I frown. “Is that wise? What if we are followed by some bored pap?”

  Jonny gently shakes his head with a smile. “It is Boxing Day, there is no one out there. Now get out of bed or I’m going to tickle you.” His eyes challenge me.

  “That sounds fun.” My index finger curls over, beckoning for him to come closer.

  Jonny throws me a slanted grin. “Later, beautiful, now up!” Well that wasn’t exactly the reply that I was after. I must be losing my seductive touch. With an obvious sulk, I reluctantly get out of bed and step into the hot shower. Jonny leaves me to it.

  As the water falls on me, I wonder what the hell is going on? Why is Jonny in such a rush to get out of here? He even turned down a morning quickie. Not even as much as a cuddle or a quick fumble this morning. I think I need an emergency consultation with the fuck fairy! I quickly dress into a fitted red cashmere jumper and dark blue jeans, tying my brown hair back into a loose, low ponytail.

  I rush downstairs and see Jonny patiently waiting for me. Even in a thick padded coat and beanie hat, he still looks divinely handsome. I put on my red wool beret and matching red scarf. Jonny then helps me into my coat, turning me around to face him and holding me to his body by the top of my coat collar. He is wearing a loving smile, looking at me with such adoration that I feel my legs turning to jelly. He leans down and places a precious kiss to the tip of my nose. “Very cute, Mrs. Neel.”

  “I dress to impress.” I curtsy with a wink.

  Taking hold of my hand he smirks. “Ready?”

  I warily ask. “What for?”

  “You’ll see.”

  As soon as we get outside, Jonny pulls me to the pavement and stands beside a gleaming black BMW 320I M sport coupe. There is no denying, it is a gorgeous car. I am not really into cars but I can appreciate an automotive thing of beauty.

  I wrap my arms around Jonny’s waist. “Is this yours?”

  He shakes his head. “No, it’s a hire car.”

  I am surprised. “So why have you got it?” I ask with amused wide eyes.

  Jonny kisses me like an excited child. “Because, Dimples. I want to take you out for a drive.” He laughs at my obviously very silly question.

  “When did you arrange this?”

  “Beef sorted it out for me a while ago. Now are you coming or not?” He opens the passenger door and I slip comfortably into the leather seat. I watch him excitedly run around the sleek car, opening the door and quickly settling into the driver’s seat.

  “So, where are we going?” I glance over at him, his smile still plastered right across his glorious face. I watch him stroking the steering wheel, enjoying the feel of it in his hands. “Somewhere.” Is all he says, throwing me a roguish smile before starting up the car.

  He is really not giving anything away today! “Okay, can you tell me why?” I ask.

  Jonny smiles. “I have not driven a car for about nine months, Jessica. I just want us to do something normal today. For one day, I want us to be just another couple enjoying some quality time together.” His tilted head is looking at me, his faint smile now beginning to fade.

  “I see.” I reach for his hand on the gear stick, showing him that I understand. He acknowledges my gesture by returning mine with an enamoured smile.

  He then looks over his right shoulder. “Let’s go then,” he says as he manoeuvres the car away from the pavement. Seeing the exhilaration on Jonny’s face as he drives makes me so happy. He is relaxed, carefree and light hearted. Singing along to the radio, we are like a pair of teenagers on our first date. I completely see why Jonny needed to do this. He has everything done for him; he doesn’t need to actually do anything for himself. He gets driven anywhere he needs to go. He doesn’t go shopping, designers come to him. He gets told where he needs to be and when. Just being with him, I have noticed how much my life has changed as well. I, too, get driven everywhere. I don’t need to worry about the weekly food shop. I don’t pay any bills. Most of my clothes are sent to me and I hardly cook or clean anymore because we have the wonderful Mary. As much as you try to not let fame change you, it ultimately does.

  We must have been on the road for about an hour when I see a sign. ‘Welcome to Canvey Island.’ I have absolutely no idea where we are, but obviously we are not far from London. Jonny finds a parking space and turns off the engine.

  “Here we are.” Jonny eagerly gets out of the car and walks around it to open my door. How very sexily chivalrous! With him holding my hand, I ease myself out of the car. The bracing cold wind catches my breath. I look around, hearing the seagulls all around me. I slowly inhale the salty sea air that invades my nostrils.

  “Come with me.” Jonny grabs my hand and we briskly walk towards a concrete esplanade. I lean onto his arm, trying to keep warm.

  “I have never heard of this place, have you been here before?” I ask as I snuggle closer into Jonny, his arm curls around my waist.

  “No, I haven’t. It’s not exactly home, but I needed to be near the sea.” He stares longingly at the waves crashing onto the shore. Jonny is talking about his childhood home in Devon. He is obviously thinking about what he is leaving behind when he goes to New York, which is why he has brought me here.

  “You miss it, don’t you?” I ask,

  Jonny dreamily nods, pulling me into him and whispering into my neck, “I know this isn’t Devon, but I wanted to be by the coast with you.” Jonny then kisses me. The sensation of his sensual yet chilled lips on mine feels erotic. I want to delve inside his hot-as-hell mouth, but Jonny parts our mouths with a warm smile. “Let’s walk a while,” he softly says.

  Lacing his fingers with mine, we walk together. Hand in hand. Side by side. We hardly see anyone except for a few lone dog walkers. Jonny was simply enjoying the anonymity of the day. No one trying to follow him or trying to get a great shot of him for next week’s glossies. This is just the two of us being normal.

  I break the comfortable silence, “Jonny?”

  I feel his eyes burning down on me. “Yes?”

  I pause as a cloud of sadness hovers above me. It takes me a few seconds to collect my thoughts and as soon as I have, I stop dead in my tracks. I need to look at Jonny when I say this. My eyes are fixed upon his, my heart is galloping within my chest. I breathe in a slow breath through my nose before speaking. “When you leave tomorrow morning, will you promise me something?” I ask in a hushed voice.

  Jonny looks at me with a haunted smile, stroking my cheek with his promising finger. “Anything,” he says so very quietly.

  “Please don’t say good-bye.” I tell him with a hurting heart.

  He lovingly adjusts my hat. His gentle finger then brushes along my temple, down my cheek and stops with a stroke to my lips. “I promise.”

  The mood is relaxed as Jo
nny drives contentedly back to Chelsea. Music quietly plays in the background. My hand rests casually on his lap. All the time he is still here with me, I want to be able to touch him for as long as I can . . . wherever I can! The fresh sea breeze and now being in the warmth of the car has a sedative effect on me, it is not long before I fall asleep.

  “Hey beautiful, we are home.” I lift my stiff neck off the passenger window. Jonny’s soft voice and delightful smile is always a pleasure to wake up to.

  I stretch back into the leather seat. “That sea air has done me in,” I say with a yawn.

  “Obviously.” Jonny laughs loudly as he gets out of the car. The whole time he walks around the car he watches me through the windscreen. When he opens my door his hazel eyes once again penetrate my every move. He politely holds out his hand to me; I am impressed with his courteous charm. I find the suave Jonny highly arousing.

  I look up at him with a seductive smile. “Simon and Beef have taught you well I see.”

  Jonny tilts his head confidently as he lifts me out of the passenger seat. “I think you’ll find that I am the one who taught them everything they know.”

  I twist around with a smile. “Is that right?” I suggestively reply.

  My eyes narrow on him as they prowl all over his body, silently undressing him with my smutty thoughts.

  Jonny shuts the car door, his sultry suede eyes doing so many untold things to me. “You know, Jessica Neel, in that gorgeous head of yours you have quite a dirty mind?”

  “I don’t know what you mean?” With fluttery lashes I elaborately place my hand on my chest, trying to put on my most innocent of expressions.

  Jonny shakes his head. “You really are a tease.” His cheery demeanour and charismatic smile pleases me. Fuck! He is so hot when he smiles at me that way!

  I step closer. “Only when I want something,” I wickedly reply.

  “And what is that exactly?” His mouth twitches with aroused trepidation.

  “Get inside and I’ll show you.” I tease him with a lick to his bottom lip. As I turn to walk away, Jonny seizes me by my wrist. His eyes ablaze with need for me. Fuck!

  Holding me tightly, his voice is darkly deep and low. “You, Dimples, need to get your sexy fucking ass inside now!” I knew then the game playing was over. It would seem the fuck fairy had answered all of my wicked prayers.

  We are not even in the lift and we are frantically undressing one another, a lustful clothing trail left behind us in crumpled, messy heaps.

  Our hands wildly grab at each other, erotic excitement possessing us entirely. Knowing we are alone, with nothing and no one to prevent us from fucking wherever we damn well like, only fuels our insatiable fire.

  By the time the lift doors open, I am only left in my undone jeans and Jonny is in just his boxers. We kiss fervently on the stairs, although uncomfortable, we are too blinded by desire to even care. He sweeps my jeans and thong down my legs and tosses them in the air. I am holding his face, kissing his sexy full mouth and taunting him with tiny bites to his bottom lip. He cups my naked breasts in both his hands, teething my nipples and teasingly flicking them with his masterful tongue; stealing all of my breaths away. I am succumbing to the pleasure this beautiful man gives to me. My hands reach down to stroke his balls. I take hold of them gently, giving seductive palm squeezes. I feel him shudder. His quiet groans in my ear are breathless and hot, making me throb with excited delight. My swollen quim is nearing my breaking point.

  Jonny growls into my open mouth before licking my lips. “Turn around, I want to see your sexy ass.” In a provocative pose, I oblige. Jonny’s hands fondle the contours of my behind. Licking the line of my spine, his full lips then place feather light kisses all over my back. I close my eyes, relishing in the sensation it brings. Positioning himself better on the stairs, he grips firmly onto my hips before sliding gently inside of me. My hands clutch onto the higher steps to balance myself as Jonny thrusts hard from behind me. This is abandoned sex. Fucking hard. Reaching into each other so very deeply, wanting to be completely as one. Jonny’s dick is the rhythmic driving force and damn, I am enjoying the ride! With each pleasurable push my aching self yearns for all of him to penetrate me fast and strong.

  “Fuck, Jessica . . . I’m . . . ready.” I feel his grip on my hips tighten, his fingers digging into my aroused flesh. The spasms between my legs grow stronger and stronger. I moan a response as I’m too breathless to speak. Nearing the pinnacle of my orgasm, I hold my breath. An explosion of repetitive pulsing from myself makes Jonny release all he has inside of me. His orgasmic, heavy throbs can be felt by my highly sensitive sex. Jonny holds very still, not letting go of me so that he is able to relish in his euphoria of erupting within me. His head slumps down onto my back. “Shit . . . I am going to miss this.” His quivering fingers now affectionately stroke my arm.

  Looking over my shoulder, I giggle. “We may have to partake in a bit of phone sex instead?” I wickedly tell him.

  As soon as Jonny pulls out of me, I turn around to sit on one of the stair steps. He is looking at me, roughing up his already messy hair. “I am going to have to see you, Jessica. Seriously, I don’t think my balls will take the fucking strain.” I laugh loudly, hugging my naked self.

  “I will miss that, too,” he says, gazing down adoringly at me.

  “What?”

  “Your laugh,” he answers. I pull him towards me. He kneels down to face me.

  “And I will miss this.” I kiss his beautiful mouth. “And this.” I kiss his svelte chest. “These, too.” I hold his hands and softly kiss each fingertip, resting a palm on my cheek. Then leaning down into his groin, I kiss his now retracted penis. “Oh . . . and I mustn’t forget this.” He smirks.

  Jonny traces his finger around my jawline. “I mean it. As soon as my schedule allows me a little time, I want you to come to New York, Jessica.”

  “Okay.” I shudder, beginning to feel the cold in the darkened hallway.

  Jonny wraps himself around me, lifting me up into his warm and protective arms; carrying me upstairs. “You’re freezing, beautiful. Let’s go and have a bath, then relax in bed.”

  The rest of the evening is spent in bed, being held in Jonny’s arms. We talk and watch television. Trying to forget that tomorrow he is leaving. I lie there draped around him, thinking that this time tomorrow I will be lying in this bed without him. I start to feel insecure. Tremors of sadness come from nowhere. I am trying hard not to let Jonny see my tears. I know how conflicted he feels about going and I don’t want to spoil the wonderful day we have just spent together. Keep it together, Jessica. For fuck’s sake! You have to hold it together! You can’t lose it now! Tomorrow night you can cry all you fucking well like!

  I don’t know how, but Jonny senses something is wrong. Is it because my tormented body feels tense? Or are we now so spiritually connected that he just feels when something is not right?

  “Jessica?”

  “Yes?”

  “Look at me.” He tries to lift my upper body up, but I’m trying to stay where I am.

  “I’m okay,” I blatantly lie.

  “No, you’re not . . . look at me.” I sit up with a bowed head. Afraid for him to see my falling tears. Shit! Why do I have to cry now? “Don’t cry, beautiful.” With one delicate finger, Jonny tries to wipe my tears away. As quick as they are wiped, more quickly follow.

  “I’m sorry,” I sniff, trying in vain to dry my cheeks.

  “What are you apologising for?” Jonny asks, caressing my mouth.

  “I don’t want you feeling shit when you go tomorrow. I have been trying to hold it together, but it’s hard, Jonny. I love you so, so much.” I sob again, no longer willing to fight my emotions.

  Jonny grabs me by the shoulders and kisses my puffy lips. “Jessica. I am going to feel shit no matter what, come tomorrow morning. If you need to cry . . . cry!”

  I throw myself at him. I need the closeness to his body. “I’m sorry. Lying here with you after sp
ending such a wonderful day together, my emotions have gotten the better of me.” I sniffle against him.

  Jonny pushes me away from him, studying my distraught face. “Are you sure you are okay?” he asks solemnly.

  “Yes, I’m fine. I just needed to let it out.” Nice try Jessica! He’s not stupid you know.

  “Are you absolutely sure?” He is more persistent this time.

  I have to try to be strong. I have to show him that I can be strong for him. He needs to know that when he walks out the door, that I am going to be okay. That we are going to be okay.

  “Honestly, I am fine. I was just having a moment, that’s all.” I stroke his lips with an assuring finger.

  “Good, because Jessica Neel. I fucking love you so much. No matter where I am, that won’t ever change.” His hands are now cupped around my face. I tilt my head to rest on one, loving the feeling of him holding me so close.

  I lift my wet lashes, whispering against his mouth. “I have something for you, but I want you to open it when you get to New York, okay?” His baffled frown at my strange request is endearing. I open my bedside drawer, pulling out a small white envelope.

  Holding it between his fingers he looks up at me. “Can’t I open it now?”

  “No . . . promise me you will only open it tomorrow?” I feel slightly embarrassed. I shyly tuck my hair behind my ear.

  He smiles. It’s the boyish grin which melts my heart every single time. “Okay, Dimples.”

  I hold his hand, assured he will save my gift for him, until tomorrow. Only Jonny could understand the words hidden in the envelope. I wanted to sum up how he makes me feel. This amazing, unbelievably, astonishingly beautiful man accidentally came into my life all those months ago and now only his name is tattooed on my heart.

  I thought I was happy. I believed I was in love with Shawn until destiny took all of that away, putting in its place Jonny. That is when the unthinkable and the unimaginable happened. I fell wholeheartedly, genuinely and profoundly in love with him. The love that we share is unrivalled, incomparable and insurmountable. We both tried to stop it from happening but it was futile. Right or wrong, it happened. Now I can’t imagine my life without him in it. The defining moment for me was when Jonny wrote me the short note with the flowers he sent the first day that we met. I will never forget those honest, sweet words he had penned to me.