PREFACE:
Matthew Davis, a 39 year old self made billionaire meets with an advisor from an architectural firm he is considering to hire to design their new HQ addition to his global corporation that is thriving beyond any known measures.
Emma is the advisor whom he makes the pleasure of meeting. And meeting he did. Emma met Matthew in every single one of his fantasies and every night in his dreams. He wanted her. But how?
Emma's barely was keeping everything together as she supports her allying father's MS medical expenses. After having Emma loose her mother to breast cancer when Emma was barely ten years old, has put her under and extreme amount of stress at her young life of only twenty five years old.
Emma desperately craves of having a personal and up close relationship with Matthew but Emma thinks he is completely out of her league.
Her barely wet behind the ears experience with men gives her the innocence Matthew wants all for himself. Matthew finally found Emma, and he refuses to let her go. Even if Emma tries everything to keep her distance from Matthew, after finding out of her own illness, she begins to battle the same illness she lost her mother to.
Find out how their story not only completely puts passion in their path's between each other, but how they both rescue and heal each others pain.
~ALWAYS BE MINE~
By:
G.V. Steitz
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This book contains content that is not suitable for readers 17 and under.
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Copyright 2013, G.V. Steitz
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
KINDLE EDITION
This book is a work of Fiction. All of the names, places, characters, organizations and events described in this book are completely fictional and products of the author’s imagination used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance or similarity to any individual, organization, events, or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.
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Enjoy~ G.V. Steitz
Dedication:
To all of the woman I have been close with through out my life, which have battled breast cancer, watched a love one fight it, loose their battle with it, or conquered it. You are all in my thoughts and prayers.
You are all true warriors and wonderful role models.
Elena, Marisa, Pam, Patti, Kimmy, Barbara and Rosanne
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Chapter 1~ Matthew
Chapter 2~ Emma
Chapter 3~ Matthew
Chapter 4~ Emma
Chapter 5~ Matthew
Chapter 6~ Emma
Chapter 7~ Matthew
Chapter 8~ Emma
Chapter 9~ Matthew
Chapter 10~ Emma
Chapters 11~ Matthew
Chapter 12~ Emma
Chapter 13~ Matthew
Chapter 14~ Emma
Chapter 15~ Matthew
Chapter 16~ Emma
Chapter 17~ Matthew
Chapter 18~ Emma
Chapter 19~ Matthew
Chapter 20~ Emma
Chapter 21~ Matthew
Epilogue Emma~ 5 years later
Epilogue Matthew~ 23 years later
Chapter 1~Matthew
Emma was an average looking woman. She wasn’t petite in size really, she only stood at 5’3” However, and she was the first to admit she was curvy. Too curvy she thought. Most men ogled at her walking down the street but because her breasts were perky and bouncy. Her hips swayed without realizing it and her ass, rounded but firm. And she was as elusive as the God damn unicorn for Christ sake! She had the longest dark brown chestnut color hair I had ever seen before. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds and her eye lashes couldn’t be real for as thick as they appeared as they fanned up and down when she blinked.
Matt couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Sitting in a conference with a room full of business associates, colleagues, and financial investors, he was listening to her proposal with the utmost interest. His Interest in her. Emma could be talking gibberish for all he knew, truthfully, he really didn’t care either. He just loved her voice, she sounded simply angelic. Listening to her go over her demographics and financial spread sheets sounded practically like she was talking down right sexual and naughty. I am sure it would normally sound like sand streaming through and hour glass for as much as excitement as spread sheets normally go. But this woman spoke so alluring, I couldn’t imagine how anything she would say ever could sound boring. Sure, I’ll sign on the dotted line. Whatever she was selling, I would definitely buy. I bet she sold girl scout cookies. Probably made a fortune from those pigs too. Fuck, why am I thinking about her selling me cookies. 2x2 is 4, 4x2 is 8, 8x2 is 16... “Mr. Daniels?” She asks softly put direct, confidently.
“Hmm, oh um, I apologize Ms. Evans, I was thinking about your… Demographics.. Uh.. What was the question again?” I ask, sitting up more straight. Shit, I hope no one notice me acting like some high school punk.
“I asked if the financial spread sheet coincides correctly with what you are expecting from our proposal?” She asks me. I look around, wondering if every man in here, thinks what Emma just said, sounds like she was reading erotica poetry, like I think she was. Anyone besides me? No? Ok, just a thought, and they all better keep it that way too, if they like their jobs here.
“Most definitely Ms. Evans, thank you. Does anyone have any questions for Ms. Evans?” I ask looking around the table. I glare at my executive team, silently daring them to open their mouths. Everyone catches on nicely.
After a few more minutes, everyone is on the same page and in agreement with Emma’s plans. Thank God because I certainly have no clue what I agreed with. As everyone files out of the conference room, I stay seated, watching Ms. Evans sway her ass around, picking up proposal packets and putting things away.
“You certainly have a knack for your craft Ms. Evans.” I say looking back down at the proposal on the table. Just trying to keep myself busy looking like I am not the most dirtiest thoughts racing in my mind about taking her right now as she is bent over the table reaching for her packets. I swallow a low groan inside my throat.
Well, thank you Mr. Daniels. I am so pleased to hear you think so.” She says looking over to me with an innocent smile across her flawless face. Skin so creamy. She looked like a porcelin doll. Her full deep pink stained lips parting perfectly with that smile. 3x3 is 9, 4x3 is 12, 5x3 is 15.…
“So do you think the board will approve of the proposal?” She asks while I am staring at her ass bent over again on this God damn table. I try making a mental note to make sure not get close to anything I can throw her on and rip her clothes off on. I quickly look back up to her face as she chuckles shaking her head.
“Well, I am CEO. As far as I am concerned you certainly have my vote.” I say winking at her. I can’t believe I just winked at her. She can’t be much older than what, 22 or 23? And at twenty years her senior, I am positive she thinks I am some old dirty pervert. Old? Well, maybe not to most I think I look average as far as men go. Gifted with a fast metabolism thank God, I still think I look pretty good. Olive skin. Dark hair, a grey hair here or there. 6’4” and not fat but pretty solid. High School and College Football kept me looking good, as long as I got together with the guys once in awhile to toss the pig skin around a bit.
“I ah… I was hoping to go over some more in depth discussions with you on your demographics you have here. Possibly over dinner maybe if you can spare time with an old fart like myself?” Ok, there I said it. Let’s see how pathetic I sound to her now. I am sure I am just digging my own grave here.
I look up
at her face, waiting to get a reaction or answer either way. At least I could find out if I need to throw myself off the penthouse balcony tonight or not for making myself look so desperate.
She squints her emerald jewels at me. Shaking her head. Ok, here it comes…
“Really, you honestly have the nerve to think of yourself as old?” She laughs.
Apparently I was holding my breath there for awhile. I didn’t know how long I let out a deep sigh. My lips puckered out like I was whistling to exhale, thank God, still safe, I laugh and shrug my shoulder “I am old compared to you, that’s for sure Ms. Evans.” I say to her, silently pleading to still having a snow ball’s chance in hell to hear a “yes, dinner sounds good from her.”
“Please, call me Emma. And I don’t think you are old Mr. Daniels.” She says gathering her briefcase and placing it on the floor near the table after everything has been neatly placed back inside.
“Please, have a seat if you have the time. And call me Matthew. Or Matt. Mr. Daniels was my father.” I say trying to sound funny.
“Very well, thank you Matthew.” She says as she pulls out a chair and sits down. Her black skirt rising over her knees. Dear God. She cross’s her legs and her leg that is crossed over the one firmly planted on the ground starts to swing in a little back and forth motion. I look down at her shoes. 5x3 is 15, 6x3 is 18... How tall are those damn heels. Black paten leather 5 inches of loveliness showcasing her black silk covered legs.
“I can do dinner I suppose.” She says nonchalantly.
What I wanted to do at that very moment was to do a few fist pumps in the air and jump up and down, but I stay calmly in my chair, nodding slowly. “Great. Say 8 o’clock tonight? I can pick you up if you like.” I offer, trying not to get ahead of myself. I could have offered to have her meet me first, but I was clearly going for gold here. What the hell.
“She takes a business card from her purse, and scribbles her address on the back, sliding it over to me on the table with her finger, pushing it to my hand. Leaving her hand on the card for a moment, she tilts her head slightly to one side as she stares at me. This of course was making me beg her inside my mind not to ask me to get up from this chair yet. I certainly would freak her out if she could see the damn tent I have in my pants right now. I better take care of that before I pick her up tonight for sure. She slowly stands. She taps her finger on the card she was still keeping held under one finger on the table.
“Ok, here is my address, Matthew. I look forward to seeing you tonight. I should get out of here so you can get back to your day however. And thank you again for your interest in our proposal. I am looking forward to working with your firm in the near future if all goes as planned.” She says as she holds out her hand. FUCK I am going to die right now. She sounded so seductive saying my damn name. I bet my name being screamed from the top of her lungs would sound better with her bent over this table.
I slowly rise from my chair, holding the file in one hand covering the evidence of my pathetic dirty mind, holding my other out to shake hers.
“I do as well, Emma. I look forward to having dinner tonight I say taking her soft hand into mine. We shake hands carefully, and she smiles and winks ever so slightly brushing her breasts across my arm, as she reaches for her briefcase while she shakes my hand with the other.
I force myself to swallow, trying to keep my eyes on her face, praying my damn eye balls don’t roll to the back of my head. I nod. “See you tonight then.” I was able to get out, without a groan or growl for that matter.
We separate hands and she begins to move from the table.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” She says as she reaches out and grabs my forearm, softly squeezing it she leans in a little closer and softly says the words that now hammer that last nail in my coffin. “This is business tonight, correct?”
Now, what the hell do I say to that loaded question? Shit.
I smirk with a wink, “of course Emma.” Emma then nods once and pats my arm before she walks out of the conference room. I watch her leave and fall back into my chair. Slowly, slamming my forehead into the table, pounding my head. “What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. ME!” I say each word with a slam to my forehead on the table.
The day goes at snail speed of course. Since it’s only been a few weeks since I actually had the company of woman for dinner, I have no idea why I am acting as if this is prom for Pete’s sake! I get back to my penthouse. Grab a quick shower before deciding on how to dress to play out this ‘business dinner’ I am having with Emma. Riiiiiight… “Business, Matt!” I say out loud to myself. Don’t bring condoms I keep telling myself. If I do, it looks like I was planning on that happening. If I don’t it looks like I am what? Stupid? Maybe not prepared looks better. Not planning on anything. Right. Ok, whatever. Apparently, taking care of myself in the shower, proved to be of no help to my problem. The greedy son of a bitch between my legs has a mind of its own agenda. Just great. Ugh! I stand in front of the mirror combing my hair.
Black suit and gray dress shirt. Got to love Armani. Simple slate and black colored silk tie, silver cuffed links, chunky, silver watch and black leather shoes. Armani, great designer for all men’s ware, as far as I am concerned, I stride out of the apartment trying to figure out if I should bring flowers or not. No I better not. Business, right? Riiiight. You just keep telling yourself that big guy.”
Chapter 2~Emma
Ok, try not to panic. It’s just dinner. It’s a business dinner right? I did ask him that. Didn’t I? Shit… I can’t believe how damn sexy that man is. This isn’t the first time we have met, but he seemed to have a certain look today. He was different. He was hot, that’s what he was.
Old? Was he kidding me? Please don’t make a fool of yourself tonight Emma I tell myself as I look into the mirror once more.
Why am I acting like this is a date. This isn’t a date. I have my briefcase ready. Business… Business…
I take a deep breath, turning from side to side to see how much my ass sticks out in this damn dress. Me and Chocolate. Damn it!
Trying to keep my look toned but dressed… I feel like I am a ball of nerves. How on earth am I going to get through an entire meal with this man? I could barely breathe in his office. This man is sooooo out of my league.
I hope I don’t look like some stupid idiot when we go out. For a business dinner. I remind myself.
I left my hair down. It was playing nice today for me, thank God. I found a little black dress, came to my knees. Cinched in at the waist on the side of the dress a gold loop the dresses wrap tied through and knotted to hang down on one side. I had just purchased these new leather knee high boots that looked pretty sharp with this dress. They had 4 inch heels and zipped up the inside of each leg. Looked sharp I thought. Well, I hope. The dress had long sleeves, and the dress was a scoop neckline. Showing off the swell from my breasts that were incased in black lace and matching black lace panties. Not a thong and not granny panties but bikini. Looked rather slimming, even though I was not a size zero by any stretch. More like 14 but hell, I had some serious boulders to lug around. They were probably ten pounds themselves for God sake. I had a small waist, which some would think is a nice contrast to show off the hips and ass. However, when you have generous proportions of both assets, well let’s just say I think it makes me look worse. Being short did help at least I didn’t look like a big sashcaquach walking around. I wore simple diamond stud earrings from Daddy I got on my eighteenth birthday. A Simple, gold charm bracelet, with my gold locket, holding my mothers picture in it dangling from the end.
The door bell rings and I take a deep cleansing breath. Ok, business dinner. Don’t forget. Just try not to drool and stay calm and don’t BLUSH whatever you do! Right.
“Coming.” I yell as I walk over to the front door. I live in the house I grew up in, no one in here but me. Daddy is in a nursing home with round the clock care that I can barely cover most times even with his medi-care and supplemental insurance. But I would throw
myself under a bus for him. And no matter what the expense, I adore him for everything he has given me my entire life.
I open the door and smile as I try to swallow down a dry gulp. Dear God in Heaven please help me not rip his clothes off.
“Hi” I say softly.
Chapter 3~Matthew
I nearly fell backwards when she opened the front door. Sweet Jesus she looked amazing! It was autumn outside, and nippy at the very least, so she was dressed so complete for the evening.
“Hi, yourself. You look amazing.” I said smiling at her. I decided not to bring flowers in fear of scaring her half to death and slamming the door in my face.
“Well thanks, so do you.” She complimented me back. Could her eyes sparkle anymore? As is there was a beam of moon ray, shining down directly unto her face, she glowed. Her eyes were dazzling.
Um, please come in, let me just get my briefcase… I ah… Left here somewhere…” She said looking around like she lost it. Please God don’t let her find it. Please.
“Ah here it is.” She hurried to pick it up and carry it towards me standing by the door. I looked around the house. Seemed nice, simple, A bit outdated but whom am I to judge. She certainly doesn’t act the youthful age I am positive she is. Odd come to think of it. And I have never met anyone who made me so damn nervous. I just roll back on my heels, keeping both my hands firmly in my pocket. I am sure if I attempt to touch her, my fingers my catch on fire she looks so good. Ugh, I am going to be torturing myself the entire dinner.
“Nice house you have here.” I say looking around casually. I look back at her as she looks around her place. She shrugs, “hmm, it’s the house I grew up in so there is a sense of belonging I feel here. But it’s just me so; it gets a little strange some times.” She looks off to someplace not here. I feel bad. I think she is saddened by my comment. She slowly shakes herself out of it with a smile. I smile back looking down at her.
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