by Alison Mello
“That’s exciting!” Bella says as she leans over to hug me.
“It is. How are things with you?” I ask her.
She lets out a deep breath. “This guy stalking me is driving Derek crazy. He left flowers and a typed note on my car the other day at Derek’s house, which means he knows where I’m staying. Unfortunately, the police still have no idea who it is because he does everything so carefully.”
“Creep,” is all I can manage because I don’t even know what else to say.
“I know, right? Derek is so glad you have security because now my guy is watching us as well as your two guys.”
“I have hired extra security for the wedding, and they’ve been informed that no one gets in without the special invitation that I’ve created. Everyone who RSVPs is getting a special card in the mail that they are required to bring with them. It’s very standard for the wedding of a high profile couple.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not high profile. You and Richard are.”
“Darling, you are more high profile than you think. You are a bestselling author and my daughter. That makes you high profile.”
“Okay, Mother.”
Bella giggles. “You’re going to have a gorgeous wedding, and I can’t wait to see everything your mother has planned.”
“Hopefully we’ll be planning yours next,” my mother says to Bella.
Bella freezes. “I haven’t even agreed to live with him yet, never mind marry him.”
Now it’s my turn to giggle. “Don’t rush her, Mother,” I say as I get a dirty look from Bella for my laugh.
We pull up to the huge bakery, and a minute later one of my security guards is opening the door and ushering us inside. They’re so serious all the time and hardly say two words to me. It’s so weird. I might have to talk to Carter about finding a better fit for me.
Once we’re inside, we find Mia is already here and waiting for us. “Hello, ladies. Are we ready to have some sweets?” she asks with a huge smile.
I wrap my arms around her and give her a big hug. “How are you, Mia?”
“I’m well, sweet girl. How are you?”
I smile. “I’m great! Thanks, and yes, I’m ready for some sweets.”
We’re all ushered to a sitting area, and once we’re seated a woman approaches us. “Hello, ladies. My name is Connie, and I’m going to be serving you a variety of different cakes to taste test today. Once Patricia has picked the combination she likes, we’ll look at some designs and get her cake ordered, but first I want to offer you some coffee or tea to have with your cake.”
We all tell her what we would like to drink, and then I thank her before she walks off to get our beverages. This is a lot nicer than I thought it was going to be, but then again I should have known better because my mother set it up. She’s probably paying a fortune for this. She and my father have agreed to split the cost of the wedding and won’t allow Carter or I to pay a penny of it. Connie arrives with our drinks on a tray and tells us she’ll be back in a minute with our first cake combo.
Mia asks my mom, “So, what do you have left to do for the wedding?”
“Not much. I’ve already sent the invitations, and I’ve ordered the cards they will have to bring with them in order to get in. Dresses are bought, I’ve ordered the flowers, and the church is set.” My mother shrugs.
I look at Mia. “My mother’s driver has gotten us the limos through his company since we usually use them anyway.”
“I guess all I have left to do is pick a photographer,” My mom tells us.
“Hey, how about Kelly?” I ask Bella. “Can she handle a wedding my size?”
“I don’t know since she photographs models. That may be a bit different from a wedding. I can ask her, though.”
Mia smiles. “Can I take care of the photographer? I have a friend of mine who takes beautiful pictures, and she’s been doing it for years.”
I turn to my mother and wink because I can tell Mia’s really excited to be able to take care of something. “Sure, you can take care of the photographer. Let us know if she happens to be booked and we need to find someone.”
“I got it. Don’t you worry about a thing. If she can’t be there, she’ll get me someone awesome, I can promise you that.”
Connie has come over with our first round of cake, and it’s a chocolate cake with peanut butter filling. I think it’s delicious but it isn’t very elegant to go along with the rest of my wedding. We try a coffee cake, a country spice cake, black and white raspberry cake, and midnight classic. She tells us it’s time to move onto some more basic fruit or mousse filled cakes. Connie wants to bring us more, but I couldn’t eat another sweet if I wanted to.
After filling up on cake, I make my decision. “I would like to go with the white raspberry cake, please.”
She claps her hands, excited. “That’s one of our top picks. I’m sure your guests will love it. Let me get you ladies some water, and when I return we can talk about what you want it to look like.” She takes the tray of empty plates to the back room and returns with a tray of five waters.
Thirty minutes later, the girls have helped me pick what I want for a cake and Connie has taken all the notes she needs. I have way too many people for the cake design I’ve chosen, so they’re going to have sheet cakes in the back to account for the amount of guests.
“Thank you so much for your time today, Connie,” I say as we all stand to leave.
“You’re most welcome, Patricia,” she says as she gently shakes my hand. When we get to the door where one of my security guards is standing, my mother’s car is pulling around to pick us up. The guard looks around, opens the door to the shop, and escorts us back to the waiting car, but a ton of media pop out of nowhere, blocking the car, asking questions.
“Patricia, did you pick your cake?”
“Yes, I have, but as I told some of you earlier, I will not have media at my wedding.” That’s when I notice this is some of the media that was working with Joan. I pull my security guard down and inform him of what I think is going on.
“Why won’t you allow the media there?” one of them yells out.
“We simply would like our wedding to be a private event for friends and family.”
“No, it’s because she’s a selfish, backstabbing, two faced bitch.”
I smile because Joan, who was trying to get close to me by pretending to be with the media, blew her own cover. One of my guards pulls her from behind while the other calls the police.
Now the media has turned on her, and I announce, “You see, ladies and gentleman, you were being used by this woman all along. Fortunately for us, we will no longer have to deal with her because she’ll be going to jail for a long time. Have a nice life, Joan.” My guard looks at Mia. “Ma’am, are you okay to get to your car?”
“I’ll be fine. You go take care of my daughter-in-law.” She hugs me. “I’m so happy for you. It’s over.” She smiles at me and sashays off to her car as the police show up to arrest Joan.
My guards push through the crowd of people, helping me into the car along with my mother and Bella. As soon as the doors are closed, we are whisked away from the scene. My mother tells her driver to drop Bella off first, and as she does Bella takes out her phone.
“I’m texting my security guy to let him know we’re going there next,” Bella says. “I hate that I have to do this, but this guy is scaring the shit out of me.”
“Bella, language,” my mother scolds.
“Sorry, Sandra, but it’s true.”
“I know sweetie, but don’t let him change who you are.” She gives her a warm smile.
We pull up to Derek’s house, and as we do Bella’s security guard is there waiting for us. He opens the door for Bella. When he does, I notice something on her front porch.
“Look,” I say, nodding to the porch.
“Stay here,” he tells Bella. “I only pulled up a minute ago and didn’t see that sitting there.”
He walks to the
front door to see what’s there. “It’s just flowers,” he shouts, waving Bella to come on over. We hug quickly, and she runs past the flowers and into the house. Her guard is already on the phone, reporting the delivery, when we leave to go back to my house.
On the way, I text Carter to let him know what happened, and I fill my mother in on my dinner plans with Carter tonight. I’m excited to make him a nice dinner. I leave out my plans to seduce him with the strawberries, whip cream, and chocolate pudding I bought for after dinner. My mother tells me that she’s already filled Richard in on what happened, and she’ll keep me posted on what he says.
As we’re pulling up to my house, I thank my mother for a nice day out then give her a hug and kiss goodbye. She makes me promise to have lunch with her next week, and I happily agree, telling her to make it late in the week so I can get through my edits first. My guard opens the door as the other stands by the other side as I climb out.
“Ma’am, let’s get you inside,” one of them says as he starts urging me toward the door.
As we walk through the door, I groan in frustration. “What is your name?”
“Colin, ma’am,” he says, looking really confused.
“Great. I’m Patty or Patricia. Now you can stop with the ma’am crap.”
“Ma’am, we’re not allowed to call our clients by their first name,” he says plainly.
“Says who?”
“My boss. It’s protocol we call all clients sir or ma’am.”
My eyebrow shoots up in shock. “Well, I’ll be making a call to your boss as soon as we get upstairs. I’m too young for this ma’am crap, and it’s driving me crazy.”
He lets a small smile slip but recovers quickly. “Yes, ma’am.”
No sooner am I through the door, I hand my cell phone to Colin. “Dial his number.”
He does and hands the phone back to me.
I hear a gentleman’s voice come over the phone. “This is James. How can I help you?”
“James, this is Patricia Fitzgerald.”
“Yes, ma’am. Is everything all right?”
“No. You see, I’m having a conversation with Colin about calling me ma’am, and he informs me that regardless of the fact I have asked him not to, it’s company protocol and he has to call me that. You see, James, this guy is here to protect me, and I need to feel comfortable around him and right now I don’t. You can either give him permission to call me Patty or Patricia or I’m sending both men back to you and I’ll have Carter hire another firm.”
“I understand, ma’…” He sighs, “Patricia. Can I please speak with Colin?”
I wink as I hand Colin back the phone, and he bites his lip trying to stifle his laughter. “Yes, sir,” he says into the phone. They carry on with their conversation as I walk off into the kitchen to start getting things ready for my date night with Carter.
I hear their conversation come to an end, and as I turn around, he chuckles. “It’s all set. We are allowed to call you Patricia, but nothing else.”
“At least it’s not ma’am.” I roll my eyes. “I’m in for the day. Carter will be home shortly, and I have a nice quiet night for two planned.”
“I’ll be outside the door until he gets home if you need me.”
“Thank you, Colin.”
***
Carter walks through the door looking a tad tired, but I know my plans will perk him back up. I saunter into the hallway, wearing nothing but one of his shirts buttoned up so the valley of my breast are revealed.
“Well hello, baby. How was your day?”
I smile. “It just got so much better,” I say as I lick my lips. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as bad as I do him right now.
“You look mighty fine wearing my shirt.” He pulls it forward to reveal I’m not wearing anything underneath. My nipples harden, and I can see his mouth watering as he licks his lips.
“Come on, dinner is ready.”
Pulling the shirt from his hands, I walk toward the kitchen to make our plates. We both sit to eat, and I swear we’ve never eaten so quickly in our lives. I made simple pork tenderloin with potatoes and vegetables. It takes him minutes to clear his plate. When he’s done, he rises from the stool to place his plate in the sink.
“We should talk about what happened today,” he says, eyeing me as he walks back over to me.
“Later. It’s over.”
“Fine,” he says with a grin as he takes the front of my shirt in both hands and rips it open. Buttons go flying across the room, and I can’t help but giggle.
“A little impatient, are we?”
“I’ve been impatient ever since someone was a little tease this morning. You’re all I’ve been able to think about.”
“That was the point. You’ve been distant and worrisome for far too long. I have needs, and tonight I’m going to fulfill them.”
“Oh really?” he asks as I push on his chest, backing him up.
“Really. Now be a good boy and go lie on the bed completely naked and I’ll be there in a minute.”
He gives me a cautious glare but says nothing. He simply walks off to our room to do as he was asked, and I stroll off to the fridge to get the things I’ve prepared for tonight. He’s climbing on the bed as I approach the room with a covered tray so he can’t see what I have in store for him.
I place the tray down and then let my shirt fall from my shoulders as I walk toward the bed. Picking up the scarf I have laid out, I place it gently over his eyes. “You’ve seen enough for now, my love.” Tying it in place, I lean down and gently place a kiss on his lips. “Are you ready for some dessert?”
He nods as I climb off him to recover the tray and place it on the nightstand next to us. I take one of the cut up strawberries and dip it in some whip cream, gently rubbing it across his lips. He licks his mouth, and that’s when I place the strawberry on his tongue. His hands feel their way up my legs to my ass and then up my back, but I whisper, “No touching yet.”
He groans as he places his hands back by his side, and I giggle. Next I take the can of whip cream, giving it a quick shake, and I squirt a small amount on each nipple, then down his rippled abs. He moans as the cold hits his warm body. Leaning down, I quickly start lapping it all up, stopping to nibble on each of his hardened nipples.
“I thought I was getting some dessert too?” he pouts, so I stick my tongue out and rub it along his lips. His tongue meets mine, and they entangle in a very heated kiss. “Mmm, you taste delicious,” he says.
Pulling away, I go for another strawberry. This time I dip it in pudding as I whisper into his ear, “Open.”
He does, and I slip the strawberry into his mouth. My hands glide down his abs to his fully erect cock, and I smile as I think about licking pudding off of him. Gliding the spoon up his length, he groans at the cold sensation and his cock twitches. I slowly lick it all up with my warm tongue, but I haven’t had enough, so I do it one more time, this time taking his entire length into my mouth. His hips start to move in rhythm with me, and I love it.
I pull away and say, “Yes, honey, fuck my mouth.”
I take him back in, and he does as I ask. He starts fucking my mouth so good, and I love every second of it. I moan one more time, and it sends him over the edge. He tastes of chocolate pudding and cum, and it’s delicious. My tongue laps up the remainder of his cum from the tip of his cock, and I ask him if he’d like to play.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says as he rips the blindfold off and flips me over so he’s on top of me. Before I know it, my body is covered in whip cream, pudding, and strawberries, and he’s having a blast eating his way across it. His hands are everywhere, and between the cold of the food and the warmth of his tongue and hands, it’s like sensation overload. I swear I’m going to burst.
He presses his cold tongue to my clit as he teases it, but he knows I’m close, so he dives in, licking my clit like it’s his last meal. In seconds, I’m exploding all over his face. His tongue is everywhere, ensuring he do
esn’t miss one drop of my release. His sticky body climbs back up mine so he’s looking into my eyes.
“That was the best part of dessert,” he says as his lips crash into mine. He’s devouring my mouth when he slams his cock deep inside of me. I whimper at the sensation. This man feels so good inside of me, and I’ve missed this. He knows I want him badly, so he doesn’t mess around. He gives me what I want, pounding his cock inside of me as we both quickly climb our way back up to another orgasm. My body shakes as I find my release, and my pussy tightens around his cock. He slams into me one last time, emptying everything he has inside of me.
He lies down on top of me. Panting, he whispers, “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell him as I start to move my hips, telling him I’m not done yet. He chuckles as he slides out of me and prepares for round number two.
Chapter 18
Patty
The last few months have been such a whirlwind. I released my latest book, My One and Only True Love. Thanks to my loyal fans, it’s been a huge success and has once again made the bestsellers list. I’ve done my five book signings and have signed to do one more when Carter and I get back from our honeymoon. At this point Elizabeth is so excited about how well the book is doing, she’s begging me to stick around and keep her as my agent. She seems to be pretty sincere, and I’m willing to bet she’ll work hard for me. I think I’m going to stick with her.
Today is finally my wedding day, and I’m climbing out of the shower. My mother has been an absolute mess this week trying to make sure everything goes smoothly. I think it’s very sweet. Carter stayed at Derek’s last night, and Bella stayed with me at our place because my mother was adamant that we follow tradition and not see each other after last night’s rehearsal dinner. Yesterday, prior to rehearsal, we enjoyed a day at the spa, and I swear I was waxed, plucked, colored, and polished to death. I don’t think there was an inch of my body that someone in that building hadn’t touched. It was quite embarrassing, but both Bella and my mother insisted I have the full treatment before the wedding. Bella is now in the shower, and my mother is due here any minute along with her hair and makeup people.