by Mia Villano
He took my hand and led me up the winding stairs. My bedroom door was open and the bed was unmade. His scarf was still in his hand.
Once we were in my room, I climbed onto the bed. Fabrice was still dressed except for his coat.
“Baby.” I love the sound of his voice. He leaned into me and kissed me again. I was so hungry for him. I reached up to pull him down to me.
He eased off the bed with the scarf in his hands. My pulse picked up again.
“Lift your arms over your head.”
I did. I wanted him to control me. I wanted to give into him and be taken away to his world.
He weaved the scarf around my wrists and tied it to the bed post. It was a huge four poster king sized bed. He tied both my wrists together with the scarf around the one post.
The only thing I could move was my waist and legs. His mouth covered me and then he kissed me along my hot, needy body. Over my breasts, my stomach and down to my pussy, he let his lips and tongue brush me softly. I felt my sex throb and I squeezed my thighs together. His mouth began to kiss me again as he pushed my legs apart with his head. Oh God, please let me come, was all I could think about.
“Is this my pussy?”
“Yes, Fabrice, it’s all yours and no one else’s.”
“You’re so wet.” He gently licked me, moaning after the first lick.
He stopped and his tongue left my clit letting the cool air hit me.
“Please, Fabrice. Let me come.” I begged pulling on the restraints.
He started to kiss me on my inner thighs. Taking his time to lick and kiss me up to where my sex meets my legs. I couldn’t take it. All at once his three fingers slid in me. I gasped. I was so close to an orgasm. His mouth latched on to my clit again and he sucked. I was out of my mind with lust. I arched to him and he took his fingers out then put his tongue inside me. I grind against his face pushing as much as I could. I screamed out as the orgasm tore into me. I wanted to touch him. Just when the pleasure ripped through me, his cock slammed into me. His fingers messaged my clit as I came. My body shook and I couldn’t help but moan loud. My pussy spasmed, pulling him in tighter and deeper. He thrusted hard. The pain was unbearably wonderful. My body moved with his rhythm. I looked up and he was on top of me. He slowed down again.
“I love you so much. I love you more than I ever imagined,” he whispered.
“I love you. I love you more than anything.” We were so close. We were one.
His body tightened as he continued to pump me, slowly. He slowed down so much he was lying there inside me hard, thick and hot.
“Is something wrong?” I asked. My arms still stretched over my head. My pussy still spasming.
“No, I want to stay like this. You’re so perfect, so warm and soft. I’m in the best place there is. I don’t want it to be over.” It was so good.
He started up again, this time it didn’t last long and he exploded in me with such a force. He held on to me with his face in my neck. I want to touch him. I need to touch him.
“Fabrice, untie me. I need to touch you.” I felt wet from his tears and he looked up and undid the scarf tying my arms to the bed.
“What’s wrong with you? You need to talk to me.” I grabbed his face and looked into his blue eyes pooling over with tears. He was crying loudly. I never saw him like this. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off him and he slid out of his unbuttoned pants. Now I had him naked and wrapped around me.
“Isabella, it was so horrible watching Celeste die. I can’t bear to let anything happen to you.”
“Fabrice, nothing is going to happen to me. I will not leave you. Please don’t cry, talk to me.”
“I had to fly here to find you. I called Avery and she told me where the house was. I couldn’t be without you another second. I haven’t slept for two days. I came right after the funeral. I loved Celeste, yes. You, Isabella are so much more. I can’t describe it. You are my soul.”
I held him in my arms while he sobbed. I didn’t understand. Not all of this could’ve been because of me. He had to be sad for the death of his ex-wife more than he was of me. I said nothing as I held him next to me and listened to him cry. My tough Ambassador cried as my heart broke for him.
“Do you known when I fell in love with you?” he asked.
“The first moment you saw me, I hope.” I smiled. I was joking. He ran his hands through my hair as I sighed and relaxed more into him.
“You are correct.”
“Don’t say that. You don’t have to say that to make me happy. I was kidding.”
“I fell in love with you the first time you came in for an interview. The first one, I was there. I watched from the other room. I couldn’t do the interview because of something happening. Oh yes, the Ambassador of Ecuador was there and it was my first week of my position so I had Vance interview for me. I caught a glimpse of you from my window when you walked up to the door. You wore a black dress and black heels. You had your beautiful dark hair up in a sophisticated bun. You were running into the building and I remember those tanned toned legs. I was done in for the entire day. As I looked out the window of my office and I saw you, it was as if I was looking for you. As if my soul told me to look for you. I was always too busy to care what was going on outside. But, that day, at that moment, something told me to look. Then I heard your voice when Vance interviewed you and I thought I would come undone again. You sounded like an angel. I peeked out my door to see you sitting there so seriously.”
“This can’t be true?” I looked up at him and he stroked my cheek with his fingers.
“I was a mess. I took your application and read it over and over. I told Vance to hire you for the Attaché and not for me. I couldn’t work with you. There was no way I would get my job done.”
“I didn’t dream you saw me before the Gala.”
“Oh, the Gala, I had no idea you would be there. When you stood in my line and walked toward me I thought I would fall to my knees. You mesmerized me. I couldn’t concentrate. You were going to be mine after that night. I had to be patient. It was so hard.”
“I was so nervous meeting you. I called Avery when I walked outside and told her I met the most beautiful man in the world. I considered quitting because I didn’t think I could work in the same office with you.”
“Thank God, you changed your mind. We didn’t break any rules.”
“Just a little, when you took me to your other office. I was so confused. I didn’t know what your intentions were.”
“I wanted you, and I couldn’t hold off any longer.”
For a few moments we lay in the darkness of the room. Our eyes struggled to stay open and our bodies felt like they were meshed into one. I didn’t know where I began and where he ended.
His love for me added to the need I had to tell him everything about Anthony.
Tears came to my eyes. I loved him so much yet I hadn’t been honest to him. I needed to tell him more about Anthony. I didn’t want him to see me cry. But, he felt the wet tears dripping onto his chest.
“What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong.” He pulled my face up to him and wiped the tears away.
“I haven’t been completely honest with you, Fabrice. I haven’t told you everything about Anthony.”
“I know.” How did he know? Did Marin get to him?
“What do you mean, you know?”
“I know there is more to the story. I figured once you felt more comfortable with me, you would tell me.”
I told him everything that night in Colorado. The way Anthony put me down, how he called me names, I told him about how I refused to marry him and he kicked me in the stomach. I told him I was pregnant and I planned to have the baby and raise it alone. I told him about Marin and how she threatened me at the train station. Through the tears and secrets being exposed I felt free. Free to love him and continue to be completely honest with him over everything.
The reaction was totally not what I expected.
“You know he is p
aying for what he did to you now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know my positon, Isabella. I have connections in many things. I have him checked on periodically to make sure he isn’t going to bother you again.”
I sat up in bed and turned on the side lamp on the table. I pushed my hair out of my eyes.
“What do you mean you have people check on him? I don’t understand, Fabrice.”
“I have men that work for me that can blend in and ask questions. I had a man go to the funeral home and ask about funerals. He said he spoke to this Anthony and he was like a child. His mother was running the business and he followed her around. It was pathetic. I needed to have peace of mind that he wasn’t going to hurt you ever again. You are safe. He doesn’t know what he’s doing let alone know enough to follow you or hurt you again.”
“Have you talked to him?” I asked.
“No, I never have. I don’t like to show my face around too much.”
“I should be mad at you right now for snooping in on my business like that.”
“I figured you would be. Come back down here and lie next to me. I did it to keep you safe and to ease my mind that when I was gone, so I didn’t have to worry.”
I couldn’t be mad.
Chapter 13
The sun shined brightly the next morning as I looked out of the living room window. I was naked underneath Fabrice’s white dress shirt. The morning was beautiful as I sipped a hot cup of coffee and waited for him to get up. I stood in the great room looking out the huge window admiring the mountains and the beautiful day I had ahead of me. Fabrice was exhausted and though I wanted to go and wake him, the best thing I could do was to let him rest. He needed sleep after the night we had. He needed to rest and clear his head after what he had been through in Paris.
That didn’t last long as I heard him walking up behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist under the shirt.
“Hi, baby. Have you been up long?” He kissed and nuzzled my neck.
“Just a while. I made coffee and French toast, Mr. Frenchman, with cinnamon, brown sugar and apples.”
“You do know this French toast is not French.”
“Yes, I do know that. Just like French Fries aren’t French.”
“You love to cook don’t you?”
“I do. It’s great when I’m stressed out. Hey, I wrote my resignation letter while I was here. I won’t be working with you anymore soon. I don’t know what I will do.”
“Good.” He said as he took my coffee and sipped it. He stood there with just his jeans on. He looked so fucking good.
“Good?” I yelled at him.
“Yes, now you can do what truly makes you happy. And what did you tell me right now that makes you happy.”
“Fucking your brains out and making you breakfast.”
“Right, but that last thing.” I took the coffee back from him and walked into the huge gourmet kitchen. The French toast was still warm and I scooped up the apples and put them on top.
“Cooking?”
“Yes, finally you understand, Isabella. Cooking is what makes you happy. You thought you wanted a career outside the family business. You did. But, you want to cook. You want your own place to cook. You want to be on your own doing what you love, which is cooking. Am I right?”
I looked at him and smirked. I don’t know why I didn’t see it. He was right.
I shrugged and handed him his food. He sat down at the table and devoured it like a hungry wolf.
“When did you last eat?” I quickly went to the fridge and grabbed eggs to scramble. The French toast was not going to fill him up.
“I don’t know. I’ve had nuts and crackers, but I don’t remember the last time I truly ate.”
“Fabrice, you can’t do that. I won’t let you.” I scrambled four eggs with butter and added some sharp cheddar cheese. I brought him the eggs and sat down beside him. He devoured those too.
“My God, you can cook. That alone is why I need to keep you around.” He smiled at me and it melted my heart.
I reached over and messed up his hair.
“Yeah, yeah.”
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We hiked and took in the sights of the town. He wanted to eat out at the Fireside, so we had dinner. He ordered a rare large steak, potato, and salad. That night after he fucked me senseless, I couldn’t sleep so I watched him as he slept. He was so beautiful and peaceful in the bed. His muscular body naked under the covers. I saw the scars on his back that he was so embarrassed for me to see. I ran my fingers across them softly. It broke my heart that he was so ashamed, so afraid I wouldn’t want him. They were a part of him. They made him the man I fell in love with. The muscles in his back were still big and hard. His face was to the side and I saw the stubble I loved, his hair messy, and in need of a cut.
He stirred underneath the covers. I smile sweetly at him as he turned over.
“Good Morning.”
“It is now. You make it a good morning. Can’t you sleep?” He rolled over onto his back.
“No, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
“Tell me about it.” He reached for me as I lie across his chest.
“I’ve been thinking about what we talked about earlier. I have quite a bit of money saved up. When I was working for my parents, I didn’t have bills. I saved everything. I want to invest it into a restaurant of some sort. I don’t want to be competition for my parents so I would have to move. I don’t want to be a second Mayme and Danny’s so I don’t know what to do. I thought about a coffee shop. I loved the bakeries in Paris. I seemed to be drawn to them while I was there.”
“Well, I wanted to take you back to Paris soon to meet my family. Why don’t you look around? Maybe you would want to move there someday or you can get an idea of what you would like to have here.”
“To Paris?”
“Why not?” he said. I sat and thought about it. I searched his face looking for something. I didn’t know what. He liked to make me figure things out as he watched me.
“I do love Paris. I could see myself living there, maybe. I mean not forever. I would miss my family.” I frowned thinking about them.
“It’s a long way off yet, Isabella. Just go with me to get some ideas. You may get an idea of what you want and decide to open it up here.”
The rest of the week Fabrice stayed with me. I didn’t want him to leave once he got there. We ate bad food while we were there. Every night he wanted to try a new restaurant. I felt like I had gained twenty pounds. We hiked, soaked in the hot tub, and shopped more than we should. I got to know him a lot better. He liked to take showers at night, sleep naked, watch cheesy comedies, and could talk all night. During those long talks into the wee hours of the morning, he talked me into going to Paris with him. He wanted me to meet his family. I agreed. But, it would have to wait till after Avery’s wedding. It was too much going on for me to take off.
Chapter 14
Avery greeted me at the door when I arrived back home. Wrapped in a blanket and holding a steamy hot cup of coffee, she looked overly tired.
“So did you lock up the old shack before you left?”
It was nice to be back around my familiar surroundings. I closed my eyes and took in the familiar scents and sounds of my life.
“I loved the house, but I’m glad to be back.”
“What else?” She looked at me waiting for me to mention Fabrice was there.
“Oh, that. Thanks for sending him.” She leaned into me so that I would kiss her cheek.
“I thought you might need him. He sure needed you. I didn’t even recognize him when he called me.”
“Well, we needed that time together. It was nice. I missed you though.”
“I missed you, Izz. Come on and sit with me. I have coffee. Here, give me your luggage.” She reached for my bags and lugged them to my room. Ah my room, so nice to be there.
“I have so much to tell you.” She yelled from my room. She walked out and flo
pped on the couch. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were dark underneath like I had not seen them before. She didn’t look like herself.
“Are you feeling okay? You look exhausted.” I asked.
“This wedding is killing me. It’s going to be in three weeks.” I stopped walking and looked at her.
“What? Why so soon? Are you pregnant too?”
“Funny. It’s going to be in between classes so I have some time off and Cherise is out of school. We want to do it at your parent’s restaurant, quick and fast. My parents are renting out houses out the ass so the family can stay. They’re coming into town a week before.”
“I’m shocked you aren’t having some blown out event on an island with helicopters and bands. Are you okay with this?”
“No, I don’t want that, maybe the second marriage. I’m fine with it. I don’t need that mushy crap. We just want to get it done.” She looked at me and laughed.
“Are my parents excited? I haven’t talked to them.”
“Your mom started crying. She is overly emotional right now.”
“I know, I need to go see her tomorrow. I’m taking her to the spa and getting her back in shape. Do you know she’s been smoking and drinking? Do you want to come?”
“I will. I need a waxing and facial. I want you to be there to stand with me.”
“Like your best man?”
“Isabella, haven’t I taught you anything. I’m not the man and she’s not the woman. We are both women. Remember your Lesbian 101 lesson I taught you?”
I walked in to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee and looked in the refrigerator.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know that. I’m going to need to find a place to live once you get married.” I said, as I gawked into the fridge making a mental note of what I needed to buy. Realizing I needed to move out and find my own place didn’t hit me until I was standing in the kitchen.
“What are you saying?”
I was serious. This was Avery’s condo and now that she was going to be married, Cherise would need to move in.
“It’s true. I can’t live here now that you are both getting married. That would be just weird.” God, the coffee was so good. It was so much better home. I took a huge sip and refilled my cup before I went back into the living room.