TRAINWRECK 2: An Alpha Billionaire Romance Inspired by a True Event

by Nelle L'Amour

  Fernando stopped by at the end of the week, bringing me every tabloid on the planet and sharing all the office gossip. Catherine’s “fatal cab accident”—which I miraculously survived—was the talk of the office. It was rumored to be grisly. Some had even heard that Catherine was decapitated. I had no idea how Ari somehow managed to spin the story. Not even Fernando knew the truth and likely never would. The other big talk around the office was—who was going to replace her? Names were circulating. I just hoped I wouldn’t have to report to another evil bitch.

  Over the weekend, Fernando stopped by again and we worked on Combat Wombats. It was really coming together with an extensive toyline that included a fun backstory for the environment-protecting marsupials. Ben loved the concept and designs, which made him a great source of inspiration.

  Over the three weeks I recuperated, Ben and I spent a lot of time together, reading stories, and playing games. The cutie pie finally beat me at Pac Man. And I taught him how to hang a spoon from his nose. One morning, when we were having breakfast together, he asked me, “Sarah, after you and Daddy get married, can I call you Mommy?” An amused smile crossed Ari’s face. I started to cry. Tears of joy. “Of course!”

  At the end of the third week of my convalescence, I got a phone call from Ike. My heart hammered at the sound of his gravelly voice. I’d been out of the office so long I thought he might be calling to fire me. And then he broke the news. My heart did a somersault and after hanging up, I literally did a happy dance. I wasn’t fired. Instead, I was being promoted to be the Director of Boys’ Toys! And my new job came with a fabulous compensation package and Catherine’s former office. Ari couldn’t have been happier for me and that night he threw me a small impromptu dinner party to celebrate with his family. Gwen came over with her husband Greg and so did Ari’s mother. By the end of the dinner, thanks to Ben, we were all laughing and hanging spoons from our noses. For the first time, I lost at my own game because Ari had decided to play his own little game of footsie under the table. Yup, I was feeling better!

  On the night before I was set to go back to work, Ari and I were watching West Side Story on Netflix, snuggled naked together in his four-poster bed under the fluffy comforter. While I’d seen this movie a dozen times, for Ari it was a first. We were at the very end. The part where Maria is holding Tony in her arms as he dies. I was bawling for the umpteenth time.

  Ari turned to me and wiped away my tears. “Baby, I’m never watching this movie again. Do you seriously cry every time you see it?”

  I nodded with a loud sniffle.

  “You’re just lucky your tears make you more beautiful, my princess.”

  His sweet words only made me cry harder. I was a blubbering mess.

  He flutter kissed my neck, licking the tears off my flesh before they rolled onto my now exposed healing gash. “There’s only one cure for tears,” he whispered in my ear.

  He rolled over to his side. “Face me,” he ordered.

  I did as he asked and rolled onto my side, happy it wasn’t the one with the stab wound. We were now side by side, facing each other, just a palm’s width apart.

  Beneath the comforter, I felt his familiar fingers between my legs. They stroked my cleft, instantly bringing a rush of wetness to the sensitive folds. Yes, I was wet with want. Desperate. It had been too long.

  “Fuck. You’re so hot and wet for me, princess,” he moaned as he moved to my clit. He circled it slowly, then picked up speed, pressing harder. My pussy heated up with his touch until it was blazing with fire.

  “Are you ready for me?” he asked with that deep, sexy growl I had so missed.

  I’m not sure if he meant if I was well enough or wet enough for him. It didn’t matter. Adjusting my body so that one leg was curled around him, I wrapped my fingers around his velvety hot shaft and inserted it into my hungering pussy. I moaned as he slid in his splendid cock, inch by delicious inch, until it hit my magic spot. His mouth crushed into mine before I could shriek with pleasure. Oh, God! It felt so good to have him inside me again. I didn’t hold back from telling him. Nor telling him that I loved him.

  While his tongue made love inside my mouth, his glorious cock made love to the rest of me. It was different this time. The strokes were slow, deep, and deliberate as if he wanted to remember each one. Folding my arms around his shoulders, I urged him to go harder and faster as I squeezed my muscles around his length while he picked up his pace and banged me with all he had. All aboard! We were heading toward the same place. Our final destination.

  About to come long and hard with him in his bed for the very first time, I knew our journey together had just begun.

  Ari

  Over the past three weeks I had loved Sarah with all my heart and all my soul.

  I loved taking care of her.

  I loved going to sleep with her.

  I loved holding her in my arms.

  I loved waking up to her.

  I loved her every waking minute and couldn’t wait to see her each night in my dreams.

  She had made me realize how much I missed having a woman—someone to love—to share my bed with. Spend my life with. She was my oxygen. I needed her as much as the air I breathed. And I wanted her as much as life itself.

  Tonight, now that she was well enough, I was reclaiming her body. I was making love to her. Slow beautiful love, savoring each long stroke, her tight chasm of heat, making love to her the way I should have the first time instead of recklessly fucking her like the raging beast I was on the train. Face to face. Heart to heart. Breath to breath. Treating her with the gentleness and reverence that was reserved for a virgin. We had the rest of our lives to fuck like there was no tomorrow. And God knows, we both knew that was possible.

  “Princess, how do you feel?” I breathed into her mouth, hoping I wasn’t hurting her in any way. The last thing I wanted to do was rip her apart and make her wince in pain.

  “Oh God, Ari, I’ve missed you so much!”

  I took that along with her impassioned face as a sign that she was loving our reunion as much as I did. Being apart had felt like an eternity.

  “Me too, baby. Me too.” It was so fucking good to be home. I belonged inside her. Her pussy was my castle, her heart my kingdom, and I was going to rule it until the day I died.

  Holding onto her haunches, I pumped in and out of her, slow and steady, my cock swelling, filling her with all I had. Every thrust felt better than the one before, bringing us both closer to the edge. But there was no hurry. As much as I wanted to coat her with my cum and feel her quiver with waves of bliss all around my cock, I wanted to last inside her as long as I could.

  “Baby, I have to tell you something,” she whispered as I continued to make beautiful love to her.

  “What, princess?” I grunted out as I hit her womb again.

  Upon contact with that spot that drove her crazy, she let out a moan. I slid my cock back down her wet heat waiting for her to answer.

  “I haven’t been taking my birth control pills. They’re still in my apartment.”

  And I wasn’t wearing any protection. But instead of letting this news rattle me and stop me from making love, it only revved up my drive and my passion, fueling me to give her the best orgasm she ever had. Unable to stop myself, I drove into her harder, faster and moved my fingers to her clit, working it with magic and vigor. I desperately needed to fuck her. Claim her. Make her know she was mine. And that’s just how she wanted it, begging me to go even harder. Fuck. There was nothing better than hearing the woman you loved tell you she loved your cock and wanted it harder. My breathing grew ragged as did hers, and not before long, her moans morphed into whimpers and whimpers into sobs as our runaway love approached its destination, my cock passionately ramming into her, fast and furious like a high-speed train.

  “Yes!” she cried out as I thrust my cock one last time against her womb and came simultaneously with a climax of epic proportions.

  “Saarah! Saarah! Saarah!” Oh, my prince
ss!

  I screamed out her name so loudly I thought I would awaken both Ben and Luisa. It had been so long since I’d made love to a woman in bed. My bed. My orgasm, like none other I’d ever experienced, barreled through me. I thought I’d gone to the moon and back.

  As my release bathed her, I held her tightly in my arms and silently recited my upcoming wedding vows. I promised:

  To protect her.

  To cherish her.

  To love her.

  Forever.

  Sarah

  Three months later, my wedding day came. It took place at Ari’s—or should I say, our—Southampton estate. We both opted for a small, intimate affair with just our close friends and family members. Gwen and Lauren were my maids of honor. Ben was the ring bearer and Andre’s darling six-year-old niece was the flower girl. Guess who was best man—Fernando! We were getting married at dusk on the beach—on the very spot where Ari and I had made love.

  I was getting ready in the guesthouse. Miguel and June, from Bergdorf’s, did my hair and makeup while Luisa, Olga, and my mother prepped my dress. I was so happy my mother was with me on my special day. She was in complete remission thanks to Ari, whose company happened to be the manufacturer of her experimental drug treatment. The minute he heard it would no longer be covered by the government grant, my beautiful and benevolent husband-to-be stepped in and generously paid for it himself. For this alone, I was forever beholden to him. It made me love him more, if more was possible.

  “Oh, honey, your dress is so beautiful,” exclaimed my teary-eyed mother as she helped me into it. Lauren had helped me pick out the gown at Bergdorf’s Bridal Salon. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Even I could not believe how gorgeous I looked. I was floating in a cloud of ivory tulle and lace. Underneath, I was wearing nothing except a blue garter borrowed from Gwen that Ari vowed to bite off later. A tingle rippled through me as I thought about what else he had in store for me…later.

  There was one final touch. Luisa placed it on my head. My tiara from which a sheer veil flowed. “Ah, Señorita Sarah, you are a true princesa,” beamed Ari’s beloved housekeeper, who was a guest along with the rest of Ari’s trusted help.

  Olga handed me my bouquet—exquisite lilies and roses that Ari and Ben had handpicked from our garden. I was ready. Ready to be united with my Trainman. The beautiful man whom I had once dreamt about and thought I could never have. With my mom, Luisa, and Olga holding up the long train of my gown, I headed outside. The bride wore combat boots.

  ###♥###

  The weather on this late summer evening couldn’t have been more perfect. It was warm with a balmy sea breeze. As the sun set into the ocean, a harpist played “Tonight.” The sound of the waves crashing against the shore mingled with the cries of seagulls as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.

  Ari strongly wanted a traditional Jewish wedding and for the spirit of his father to be with us. He was waiting for me under a chuppah, a canopy that was made from the tallis—a fringed silk shawl—that once belonged to his father. That is where we were going to say our forever vows, shrouded in his father’s love.

  My heart hammered. How handsome my Trainman looked in his black tux. His blue bow tie matched the color of the ocean and his eyes. The gleam on his face told me he approved of how I looked. A glint of mischief twinkled in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking.

  Since I had no father to give me away, Andre did the honors. His adorable niece led the way, throwing petals of wildflowers that also came from our garden. The walk up to the chuppah felt like something between an eternity and the blink of an eye. Ari’s face lit up as he took me from Andre. It said, I love you, Saarah. That breathy, sexy way he always said my name danced in my head.

  As the sun disappeared into the ocean, we exchanged our vows, surrounded by the people we loved. Mrs. Blumberg was positively bawling and, in the corner of my eye, I could see my mother shedding sweet tears. After the rabbi pronounced us husband and wife, Ari crushed a wine glass with his loafer-clad foot and then crushed his lips against mine. As the small crowd applauded and screamed out mazel tov, I surrendered completely and unabashedly to my husband. Oh, how I loved this man!

  In a few hours, after we partied in the backyard, we would be on a private plane en route to the South of France for our honeymoon. The first thing I was going to do when we got to our hotel room was to write something in my little journal of sayings. Inhale the flowers and dream.

  As I tossed my bouquet to Lauren, I knew that dreams really could come true.

  Ari

  I showed my princess bride everything there was to love about the South of France. We stayed in the honeymoon suite of the exclusive Eden Roc Hotel overlooking the Mediterranean, spending our days sunning, swimming, indulging in fine cuisine and wine, and fucking morning, noon, and night. One day we never even left our luxurious accommodations. Like me, Sarah quickly fell in love with the Côte d’Azur, savoring every sensual experience. She loved it almost as much as she loved me.

  Today, on our road trip to Paris, where we would be staying for a few days before heading back to the States, I was going to show her something different.

  “Where are we going?” she asked as the convertible Porsche I was driving wound through the verdant Provençal countryside. Fields of wildflowers, grapevines, and gentle hills surrounded us.

  “You’ll see soon enough, princess.” Having driven for almost two hours with a stop for lunch at a charming café, we were very close to our destination. A few minutes later, I turned onto a long pebble road that seemed to go on for a mile. An imposing two-story rectangular stone structure with robin-blue shutters on every window came into view.

  “Are we visiting someone?” asked wide-eyed Sarah as I parked the sports car in front of the mas, as the ancient French farmhouse was called. Her eyes took in the large urns of flowers, abundant shrubs, and the climbing roses along the stone edifice.

  “Stop asking so many questions,” I retorted, hopping out of the car to help her out. Taking her hand, I led her to the massive timber-wood front door. She inhaled the perfumed air, which smelled so good it could be bottled. She let out a dreamy sigh on the exhale.

  “What are you doing?” her voice rising with surprise as I turned the tarnished doorknob and swung open the door. “Jesus, Ari! You just can’t barge into someone’s house. It’s trespassing. We’re going to get arrested!” She grew more agitated. “And what if someone’s inside who has a gun and thinks we’re burglars? We’re going to get killed!”

  I was laughing so hard it hurt. She turned to me, rage bubbling in her brown eyes.

  “This. Is. So. Not. Funny. C’mon. Let’s go back to the car.”

  Still laughing, I swept her into my arms.

  “Jesus, Ari, what are you doing?”

  I caught my breath. “Carrying my bride over the threshold. What does it look like?”

  “Ari! Put me down!”

  “I will once we’re inside,” I replied, carrying her through the entryway to the great room that sat off to the right. Gently, I set her back down on her feet. With a mixture of curiosity and awe, she took in her new surroundings.

  “It doesn’t look like anyone lives here,” she murmured, her eyes circling the room, moving from the massive stone fireplace and the many French windows to the open-beamed ceiling and the worn terracotta floor. There was not a single stick of furniture in sight.

  “How old do you think this house is?” she asked, still studying it.

  “It dates to the seventeenth century.”

  “Wow!”

  “C’mon, let’s explore it.”

  Taking her by the hand again, I led her through the ground floor of the house, which included a spacious dining room with French doors that led to a patio, a large rustic kitchen with a pantry, a paneled library with built-in shelves, and a few other smaller rooms that could be used as bedrooms.

  “Wow! This place feels so enchanted. Like out of a storybook.” She paused, looking out one of
the windows. “And there’s so much property.”

  The house sat on twelve acres of land and included a field of sunflowers and a vineyard, which we could see from the window.

  “Who do you think lived here?”

  “A couple that loved each other to the end of time.”

  Before she could say something, I led her away again. “C’mon. Let’s check out the upstairs.”

  A minute later, we were climbing up a steep staircase with a wrought iron railing. “Be careful,” I said, mounting the steps with Sarah in front of me in case she stumbled or fell. When we got to the top, a long hallway met us with a dozen rooms off it.

  Sarah stared down the hallway. “These must be the bedrooms.” She counted them out loud. Twelve in total. “I wonder if they had any children. This would be such a fun place to grow up.”

  “Yeah,” I said, my excitement mounting. My balls tingled. An erection was underway. Feeling it press against my jeans, I turned to my bride. “Princess, I’ll race you to find the master suite.”