A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1)

by Fifi Flowers

  When she was done speaking, I brought all of the bags in, then closed the front door and locked it. Standing behind her, I placed my hands on her shoulders and said softly in her ear, “There's more.” I heard her draw in a breath of air. As she moved straight ahead into the living room, I turned the lighting on from a hallway electric panel. A new breathtaking crystal chandelier was hanging in the center of the room illuminating the entire space.

  In the living room, all of the formerly white panels had been painted a very pale wash of Robin’s Egg blue making the white ornate boiserie woodwork stand out. The piano had kept its pride of place in front of the window. The windows were now covered in a lush antique-white and dark, muted lime brocade taffeta drapery. They hung from below the crown molding at the ceiling and fell in soft puddles on the floor. One of the plush dark grey sofas with Melissa’s fancy pillows was now facing the fireplace and sat on a new Parisian area rug. A mirrored tray was placed on a custom tufted ottoman in front of the sofa and held a couple decorative items that were special to Melissa that Jane was instrumental in finding. According to my designer friend, the two chairs that now sat on either side of the sofa created a nice conversational area.

  Melissa walked around slowly, touching and feeling all of the lush fabrics. When she looked at the table and the tray with her special things, she absently reached down and touched a glass globe as she looked over at the mantle now adorned with photos. A collection of family photos were arranged in ornate frames; a picture of her as a baby, a photo of her parents alone, and several photos of the three of them together. I held my breath, waiting for her reaction, and wondering if the photos were too much for her to handle as she turned away and looked back to the tray.

  Tears ran down her face as she reached for a miniature jeweled Eiffel Tower and clutched it in her hand tightly. I wanted to reach for her. I wanted to take her in my arms and wipe away her tears. I was hoping I didn’t make a mistake, invading her privacy, putting out treasures that she would prefer to forget. Jane assured me that these two items would make her happy, but looking at her gripping the tower in her hand, I wasn't sure. She was totally silent, and I was about to the leave the room, when she opened her hand and murmured something while replacing the tower next to the globe. Suddenly, I couldn't move, I froze as she turned and stared right into my eyes. “Thank you” is all she said as she turned her head away from me and looked toward the dining room. I wanted to ask questions, but I knew it was not the right time, so I followed her lead.

  From the living room, the back wall of the dining room was visible. It had been painted a rich dark grey and was the dramatic backdrop for the redesigned dining room. It drew her in, and she commented that she loved it. I smiled knowing she was pleased with one of my decorating ideas. As Melissa requested, a black round table sat in the middle of the room under her beautiful chandelier. Off-white ornate backed chairs with deep turquoise cushions surround the table. To the left, a beveled mirror hung above the built-in cabinetry. A bar was set up in front of the mirror with crystal-cut glasses, decanters and bottles of liquor. Below, I had a champagne refrigerator incorporated into the cabinet, and yes, of course it was stocked. On the opposite wall on either side of the large window hung black and white striped silk drapery.

  Finally, she uttered, “So elegant. It's all so...elegant.” Again, she was running her fingers over everything. It was as if she was making sure it was all real, that it wasn't a dream.

  Walking into the kitchen, the newly painted French-white cabinetry was instantly visible against the dark butcher block, island top. The nook area was complete with the French settee and table Melissa so desired.

  “Ooh la la. Très français,” I heard as she spun around taking it all in. “I can’t wait to sip coffee sitting on the settee.”

  “I can’t wait to finish what I started the first night in the kitchen,” I said under my breath.

  I could tell Melissa didn't want to leave the kitchen, so I steered her across the hall from the kitchen. The guest room had been changed into a gym. The equipment I found in the walk-in closet was now arranged in the room. There was a treadmill, elliptical machine, stationary bike, hand weights and the new addition of a weight bench with several free-weights. A big TV had replaced the smaller flat screen that set on a dresser. It was mounted on the newly painted grey-blue wall. A couple of rotating fans were installed in the corners of the room. Half of the walk-in closet had been turned into a steam room for two. The other half was filled with built-cabinetry housing the storage boxes that were originally in the closet.

  “Mmmm. This is a truly sexy room.”

  “Excuse me? This is an exercise room, bébé.”

  “I have a fantasy about having a personal trainer do naughty things to me on a weight bench.”

  “There will be no personal trainer for you except for me! So, if you’d like to tell me your fantasy, I will be happy to fulfill it for you. You might be interested in the steam room too, naughty girl.”

  I slapped her on her fantastic ass and moved her on to the powder room in the hallway. The walls were now painted with black and ivory stripes. A new French vanity and mirror had been installed. Lily gave me one of her small paintings for the wall opposite the mirror. A fancy chandelier was attached to the ceiling adding an elegant touch to the room.

  “How did you get a Lily painting?”

  “I have my ways!” I gave her a wicked grin, and she rewarded me with a hug and a nasty kiss complete with a moan.

  Continuing our room tour, we stopped in my favourite room, the library. I left the décor in this room pretty much the same with the exception of the couch. It had been replaced with a deep leather sofa. I wanted to give her something more comfortable for movie watching, so in addition, I added some plush throws and pillows for lounging. The two chairs, small table and lamp originally in the room were moved to the far side wall, creating a cozy reading area in the library. The antique wood desk with matching wood and leather chair remained in its original spot. When Melissa walked into this room she automatically sat in the desk chair and stretched her arms out across the desk and smiled. Suddenly, I wanted to know more about that desk, but I would not ask. She would tell me when she was ready.

  Watching her, I walked in front of the sofa and opened a set of cabinets to reveal a new, larger flat screen TV, and she exclaimed, “Oh. I can’t wait to cuddle up with a good chick movie!”

  I laughed, raising my arms and flexing my muscles as I inquired, “Can we throw in a few action-packed films?”

  “If they include half naked men, oui!” she said dancing around the desk in my direction.

  I swatted her on the ass. “If you want a half naked or completely naked man, I’ll show you one.” She giggled.

  I like that Melissa had warmed up as we have moved from room to room. I became less apprehensive, as well. Perfectly planned, I saved the bedroom for last. Yes, I had ulterior motives; I’m a man.

  “One last room to show you, bébé.” I grabbed her hand, pulling it up to my mouth and rubbed my lips on the inside of her wrist. I liked to see her squirm whenever I did that. She told me once that it made her tingle everywhere.

  Entering the bedroom, there was a new king-sized bed complete with a high tufted pale grey headboard set against a very dark chocolate brown wall that almost looks black. The bedding was a plush, light grey comforter and hidden beneath were silky, cotton sheets in different shades of tan and dark brown. Her leopard throw was laid out across the end, and fancy pillows in deep shades of midnight blue, dark turquoise, and burnt gold served as accents. Grey and blue striped drapery now hung on the windows. New mirrored tables sat on each side of the bed with coordinating lamps on each one. On one table sat an ornate jewelry box.

  “Oh mon dieu,” Melissa said as her face turned a bright red and she began giggling, a sound I adored.

  “What is so funny? I have a feeling it’s something naughty.”

  “Did you look in that box?” she asked with
an inquisitive look on her face.

  “No. It has a little lock, and I wouldn’t open your things without asking you. Besides, Isabella found it in your old nightstand and thought it was too pretty to not display.”

  “Oh, yes. Of course. ‘Isabelle.’ Did she say anything else about it? Maybe she opened it?”

  “She wouldn’t do that.”

  Melissa started laughing again. “Sorry. I’m just imagining someone opening it during the remodel.” Composing herself a bit, she nudged me, “Why don’t you open it now?”

  “Now you have me curious.” I reached over to the nightstand and picked up the box. Realizing it didn't actually lock, I moved the catch and opened the lid. “Holy shit! Melissa! It’s your toy box.”

  She was now laughing hysterically, rolling on the bed while I looked at all her little goodies. “Hey bébé, can we play with some of these?” I grabbed a little vibrating toy and advanced toward her. Moving it over her body, suddenly she wasn't laughing anymore. Her giggles turned to moans. “I’ll take that moan as a yes.”

  “Oui oui oui,” were the last words I heard as I captured her mouth, plunging my tongue between her lips. She responded to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, running her fingers through my hair and twisting her body into me. I couldn't get enough of her.

  I pulled back long enough to tell her, “We have too many clothes on.” I pulled mine off, followed by hers. Her skin touching mine was like fire. I couldn't get close enough to her. I wanted us to become one. I slid right into her, burying my cock deep inside of her. She screamed my name and begged me to fuck her. “Don’t stop," she panted over and over. Her pussy was throbbing and pulsing around my cock. She was amazing. She felt incredible or as she would say, incroyable! I came so hard deep inside of her. I rolled us on our sides, and I held her tight.

  “Melissa. Bébé, I love you so much.”

  “If you ever leave me Evan, I will never set foot in this apartment again. This apartment is us. I love everything. I love you, Evan.”

  “After our first night together, I knew I had to make things right for you. I set the apartment renovation in motion the next morning.”

  “Is that why you were always on the phone in the morning? Leaving me in bed to wake up alone.”

  “That is why, bébé. I didn't like getting up early and leaving your warm body. Change that. Your hot body. But, I'm glad it's complete, and now I plan to spend a lot of time make those mornings up to you.”

  “I will hold you to that. Does that mean you plan to be staying here every night to be able to wake up with me?” After Melissa ended that question, I could tell she wished she could take it back. I could see it in her face.

  “Yes, Melissa,” I said turning her face straight toward mine. “I would like to wake up with you every morning.”

  She lowered her eyes. “Then you should move in here. You don’t have much at your parent’s place, and I think you have made this apartment into a place you would want to live in, too. I see you in every room. You incorporated your masculinity. I like it... I love it!” She wouldn't lift her head when I tried to tilt it toward me. I was sure she’s afraid of my response.

  I moved so I could look straight into her beautiful eyes. “I like that idea. I did have Isabelle design things the way I would like them if I lived here. I wanted a little of you and a little of me merged together. I love to merge with you as I think you know.” I gave her the raised eyebrow, and heard her giggle. I hugged Melissa tight and gave her a kiss. “Let’s get some sleep, bébé. Tomorrow we will make plans. I love you.”

  Melissa placed her hand tenderly on my cheek and kissed me. “I love you too.” Then she rolled over, pressing her back to my heart and I wrapped around her. Every night like this would be parfait!

  IT WAS A wonderful morning. I woke beside a lovely man who greeted me with a smile and a hard body. Yummy! After an earthshaking roll between the sheets, I made breakfast in my new kitchen while Evan was reading on his tablet. He was sitting on the new settee, wearing a pair of heather-grey, low-slung, drawstring workout pants, and a tight white t-shirt which showed off his muscular arms. Being wrapped in those arms was divine. Oh, and he was barefoot. There was something seriously sexy about a clothed man with bare feet. I wasn't sure why that was, but seeing him like this made my pussy wet. He looked so beautiful. So handsome. So mesmerizing with the sun hitting him. Hmmm… he had a pair of glasses on, hiding those radiant blue eyes of his.

  “Evan, you wear glasses?” I tilted my head at an angle and looked at him, taking in this different look.

  He looked up at me and gave me a funny look. “Yes.”

  “I’ve never seen you wear them since we've been together,” I said tapping my index finger on my upper lip, thinking.

  He shook his head and laughed. “You’ve seen them on me.”

  Tilting my head at him again, taking in his studious look, I added, “I guess I have, but I thought they were an accessory.”

  He laughed even harder. “No. They’re real.”

  “Well, you look very sexy; ultra smart in glasses and not just another pretty face.” I smiled at him.

  He winked back at me. I swooned a little inside. He made me feel like a teenage girl getting attention from a hot crush. “You look very sexy yourself. Come here and let me hold you.” I giggled, then walked over and launched myself into Evan’s lap. “That’s better. You smell good enough to eat.”

  I nibbled his neck. “So do you.” He growled and captured my bottom lip between his teeth before he slipped his tongue into my mouth, caressing my tongue, igniting a passionate kiss. I could kiss him all day long.

  Breaking our locked lips, he asks, “Hey bébé, I was wondering if you want to go away for the weekend. My parents are having a holiday cocktail party.” Seeing the panicked look in my eyes, he quickly added, “We'll be staying at a bed and breakfast. Pop over to my parents for a couple of drinks and then spend the rest of the weekend in bed.”

  “Mmmm. I like the last part.” Running my fingers through his thick hair, nuzzling up close to his face, softly grazing his cheek with my lips, I sniffed him. He smelt so good; clean, musky and citrusy.

  “You are a naughty girl, bébé!” He was tracing my body with his long fingers, sending chills up and down my spine.

  “It's all your fault. You've made me a sex addict.” He laughed.

  Giving him a kiss, I climbed off of his lap and just as I start to walk away, Evan's full attention was drawn to his tablet, and he grabbed my arm. “Melissa, you’ve been uncovered. Maybe you want to tell me more about you and your family instead of me reading this article.” He turned the tablet screen toward me, and I instantly read the large headline on the tabloid page he was perusing. “EVAN DUKE CAPTURES THE HEART OF A BILLION-HEIRESS”

  “Oh merde!” Evan dropped my arm. I walked away to get the breakfast plates and French press along with cups and cream. I returned with everything to the table, and I sat down next to him. I was grasping for the words.

  “So when Lily said you didn’t need to work and called you an ‘heiress’ she actually meant it?”

  “Yes. I work, so I have something to do. When my parents died, I was in the first year of my masters program. I poured my heart into that, trying to forget. When I graduated, Sam McDimel offered me a job. He’s a friend of Lily’s dad who also owns an ad agency. I thought it would give me something to do until I decided what part I wanted to take in my father’s dealings. I had majored in art and had no desire to do anything with my father’s business dealings. McDimel-Sanders was a big company, and I thought it would be an easy place for me to assimilate. So I took the job, and I stayed there. It was comfortable. Secure. I could hide away from the world in the art department.”

  I stopped to take a couple sips of coffee, staring at my hands for awhile. Evan covered my hand and squeezed it. He knew it was hard for me to talk about my family, especially this time of year, but he needed to know everything if he’s going to be part of my, no
w exposed, life.

  “So, do you want to know how wealthy I am?”

  “I don’t care how much money you have. I want to know about you. Why have you been hiding?”

  “Hiding? I guess I’ve been hiding from life. I could be traveling, living the jet setting heiress lifestyle, but I wasn’t raised that way. Yes, we did things, but we lead a normal life. It’s safer that way. People don’t bother you for things they can get from you. People don’t try to kidnap you. I never wanted security surrounding me, so I’ve kept a low profile. Until you. I wasn’t thinking about being exposed. I didn’t think things would last between us.”

  A few tears dropped down my face. I was still not certain about him. Why? What was wrong with me? He told me he loved me. He wanted to live with me. If he knew how wealthy I was, would that be weird for him? Would he feel inferior? Would it make him feel that I didn’t need him? Funny thing was, I truly needed his love! That’s all I wanted. I wanted someone to love me. I wanted a family.

  “Melissa, I don’t mean to upset you, bébé. I just would rather you tell me about yourself than read it, or have someone else tell me.”

  I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my face. “My father invented a small networking component that every computer device needs to operate, including smart phones, your tablet, etc. He patented the component. He was to receive royalties for life, and now I receive them. I have a whole team that handles all my father’s monies. Unless computers become obsolete, I will receive royalties forever. My heirs, if I have any, will inherit them. That’s it.”

  “Wow.” I could see he was trying to soak in the reality of my wealth. It was pretty shocking.

  “Sooo, you ready to run?” I asked him, hoping he wouldn't.

  “Why would I run from you?” He answered with a puzzled expression on his brow.

  “It’s a lot to take, even for me. I’m probably going to need some security since my photo is out in the press.”