by Mia Caldwell
Julien’s family was heavily invested in the island. Subsidiaries from his family’s companies ran everything from the water treatment facilities to the airport. It gave us some semblance of security during the trial. Anyone who wished to do us harm would have to come in by air or sea, and Julien would have known about it long before they arrived…
Such measures weren’t necessary anymore, but I’d fallen in love with the place… And with Julien’s decision to give up corporate life to spend more time with his family, we had no reason to go home.
This was our home now.
And we’d brought a few people with us.
Gervaise had been given a villa of his own here on the island, but he still invited us over for incredible dinners… There were rumors he might even start up a restaurant of his own just off the beach… And Julien was helping to fund it.
And of course… There was Marie…
She was heartbroken after what had happened to her husband, and in the aftermath, we bonded more than I ever knew we could. She threw her love into my son… Her “little Alain”. In many ways, she became the mother I no longer had. She wasn’t cleaning rooms anymore. Julien had set her up with a pension that would make an accountant blush, and we lived the way I always imagined we would… As a family.
“I love you, Mr. Malveaux,” I whisper to Julien as our son plays in the sand.
“I love you too.”
No running. No hiding. No worrying.
We were safe and sound.
I was complete.
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DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to Damian… And you know why…
-Mia
CHAPTER 1
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Morning checklist:
#1: Take ibuprofen for my killer hangover.
#2: Never let Chandra talk me into drinking tequila EVER again.
#3: Figure out why I was dreaming about Elvis.
I groaned, rolling over and throwing my hand across the unfamiliar bed, still trying to keep my eyes closed against the encroaching daylight. It fell into something much more solid than a pillow. I forced my eyes open, risking the smallest of sleepy peeks.
4: Stare at the sexy man I slept with last night.
I’m not the kind of girl who does the one-night-stand thing, but if I was, this would be the kind of guy I would probably make an exception for... That didn’t mean he was what I’d usually go home with. Even in my currently sleep deprived and barely half-sober state, I could see it was a white guy. I was going to kill Chandra for this. She’s the one who kept ordering shots. She’s the one who was trying to push me out of my shell after I broke up with Mason.
5: Try not to stare at his incredible cock.
None of that was going to stop me from staring. The man lay half above and half under the clean white sheets, his perfectly sculpted body almost distracting me from his even more perfectly sculpted erection. I’m not saying I believe every stereotype, but lets just say this white man was a step well above ‘average’. Maybe that’s why I went to bed with him… Based on the ache between my thighs, I’d had plenty of time to get acquainted…
Whatever he was dreaming about, I wasn’t about to stop him. My mocha toned hand lay across his muscular chest, contrasting against his beautiful tan. I’d never went to bed with a man quite like this, and feeling his deep rhythmic breathing was nice… I just took a minute to admire his form. I let my fingers slip downward. So maybe I couldn’t remember everything that happened last night. That didn’t mean I couldn’t make some new memories. I mean, if I went with him, he must not be half bad…
The fog of last night was lifting slowly but surely. I couldn’t remember his name, but I could absolutely remember the way his lips tasted. He was some kind of businessman. Wealthy… His impeccable tie was still hanging from a lamp on the far side of the room, and that little strip of silken perfection probably cost more than my car. He was out of my league, but that hadn’t stopped Chandra from practically forcing me to talk to him.
God he was hot…
We’d talked about my little wedding photography business, and how I’d come to live and work in Las Vegas. I could remember that much at least. He talked about bringing a new children’s hospital to the area… Sexy and noble on a scale I couldn’t really comprehend…
He was waking up. My hand had moved a bit, slipping down from his stone-hard chest to his beautiful abs, fingers bouncing across them lightly as I touched his tanned and sexy skin. God damn he felt nice. The man let out the lightest of moans, his body flexing and stretching against the bed.
More tequila… That’s where things started going blank. We’d snuck away to somewhere more private. He took me back behind the bar, away from the hustle and bustle of the night. Memory was pouring itself back into my poor pounding head, replaying the way I’d fallen into his strong arms, the way he’d pressed me up against a wall and forced a hand up my shirt as he kissed me urgently.
That’s when I asked him to fuck me. Oh boy… Sensation was pouring through my mind like water through a colander.
Sex right there in a little back room, right next to the bar’s closed-for-the-night kitchen. It was sexy and incredible the way his body melted into mine. He destroyed every single trace of my own self control. I could still see the marks my fingernails had made on his neck as he’d driven me to the wildest orgasm of my life. I could feel the way his hips bucked into me, the way he played my body like a delicate instrument tuned for pleasure.
I had no idea a man could make me feel so good…
My fingers had traced a bit further south, hesitating as I came close to his enormous and dangerously pleasurable cock. I couldn’t help but stare at it, remembering how it had thrilled me in ways I’d never be able to forget. Maybe a one-night-stand was out of my comfort zone, but the reaction my body was having just laying next to this man was making me dizzy.
Maybe I could just wake him up…
Chandra had known exactly what happened when we stumbled back into the bar with my just-fucked hairstyle. She had more tequila waiting and a smirk on her face a mile wide.
The man’s breath caught ever so slightly as I brushed up against his erection, my fingernails running round its base ever so softly. My foggy mind hadn’t caught up to the rest of my body, my hand on auto-pilot even as I felt a familiar warmth between my thighs. To hell with it… What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…
I tried to pierce the veil in my mind, but memories of the night past were more and more opaque. We had fucked again, I was sure of that, but the memory was more feelings and emotions than visuals. I couldn’t remember if it had happened in this bed, or the hallway leading up to the room…
He was waking up, a smile growing on his face as I lazily a
llowed my hand to run softly up and down his beautiful erection. I drew a deep breath, the scent of sandalwood and faint hints of cologne still hanging onto his body. Why couldn’t I think straight? I didn’t even know his name, but I wanted to pounce on him like a cat in heat…
We’d taken a drive in something… A limo? I’d never been in a limo before in my whole life. The closest my southern black ass had been to a limo was music videos! Little glimpses of the past flashed in and out of existence as I closed my eyes. I was in some kind of white building…
Elvis was there…
My eyes flashed open, staring into the most fantastic crystal blue pools as the man caught my gaze. I’d looked into those eyes before. Offered myself to their unrelenting gaze. Submitted to them. Surrendered…
What in the hell had I done?
I glanced down past his smile, down past his sexy chest and unbelievable abs, somehow even managing to ignore his majestic cock as I looked directly at my own left hand. My dark mocha fingers were gracefully moving up and down of their own volition, stroking his flesh even as the flashes of a surprisingly large diamond were glinting in the morning light.
Oh God…
I froze, half in panic, half in disbelief. I couldn’t have. There was no way… I’d never seen a rock so big in my life, and now it was wrapped cleanly around my finger! It must have cost a fortune, but what did it mean? I couldn’t have!
Elvis’s twangy voice rang in my ears.
“Do you take this hunka hunka man… To have and to hold baby… In sickness and in health…”
Oh my God… My momma back home would kill me for something like this! What in the world was I thinking? My heart raced. My whole body flushed the brightest of red, muscles tensing up as I pulled my hand away from him.
“Till death do you part…”
The world was collapsing around me even as tequila induced amnesia cleared from my mind. How in the world could I let myself be so stupid? Why hadn’t Chandra stopped me? Who in the hell was this man? Did I seriously marry some white guy in Vegas?!?
His voice was soft and deep, captivating me with its rapturous tones. I could remember the way he whispered proclamations of desire into my ear as we made love. Words wrapped around my body, goose bumps rising suddenly on my skin. I gasped as he placed a strong hand on my bare thigh, gripping me just as he had when his tongue explored my depths…
“Good morning, wife.”
Morning Checklist #6: Get the hell out of here!
CHAPTER 2
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“Wait. You ran away?!?”
“What was I supposed to do Chandra?”
“You woke up next to the man of your dreams with a 20,000$ ring on your finger and your hand wrapped around his supercock. What do you think you were supposed to do?” Chandra replied, laughing at me. “I’d have fucked him. I’d have fucked his brains out!”
I stared into her beautifully glowing hazel eyes. You could always count on Chandra to be a smartass, it was just part of her south Texas heritage. This pretty little black girl didn’t come up from Houston to be soft spoken and meek.
“You’re not helping! And I’m sorry I even told you about his… You know.”
“Supercock? You’re the one who can’t stop talking about how good the sex was girl!”
“Stop it Chandra. Be serious for once. Why did you let this happen?” I said exasperatedly, shaking my head. I stared down at my sandwich trying to decide if I was even hungry enough to take a bite. All morning I’d been driving around freaking out, but the events of last night hadn’t gotten any clearer. Chandra was the only one who could even hope to explain things to me. After all… She was there.
“Let it happen? Are you Crazy?” Chandra said, laughing. I told you it was a bad idea!” You’re the one who wanted to marry the guy.
Chandra tried not to look me in the eye. “Cut me some slack. You weren’t the only one who drank too much… Did you even try talking to this guy Savannah?”
“I tried to go back to the hotel before I called you. He was already gone and the front desk wouldn’t tell me anything! Chandra… They thought I was… Uh…”
“What?” Chandra asked, eyes widening.
“They thought I was a hooker! The bitch at the desk threatened to have me escorted out by security!”
“Oh God!” Chandra said, laughing way too loudly. “Give me a second… I’m sorry Savanna… Oh God I’m sorry…”
She was still laughing, but I didn’t think this was funny! “Maybe I can invalidate the wedding or something. Didn’t Brittney Spears do something like that?”
“You mean an annulment,” Chandra replied, scrunching her nose.
“Yeah, that! I could get an annulment with whatever-his-name-is.”
Chandra died laughing. I watched her youthful and quirky face as she giggled and pointed at me. “Ok… Ok… You don’t even know his… Oh gawd,” she managed between giggles.
“Real funny Chandra. Laugh it up,” I said, scowling at her. She just threw her head back laughing even harder. “Marriage license,” she finally replied, pointing at my purse as the laughter finally faded. “You’ve got a copy of the marriage license.”
I pulled the little Coach bag open, a little envelope with a white chapel embossed on the front staring me in the face. Lifting it up and pressing a fingernail under the seal, I took a deep breath. Inside, I’d find the name of my ‘husband’, and the thought absolutely terrified me.
“Go ahead. Aren’t you excited to find out your new last name?” Chandra said, giggling again. “Maybe his last name is Banana! Savannah Banana!”
“You’re making it worse,” I replied, tearing through the paper with my fingertip, pulling out the gold foil edged official State of Nevada document. Chandra didn’t even give me a chance to look at it before she ripped it from my shaking hands.
“Oh my God, it IS Banana! Savanna Banana!”
“Shut up Chandra, give me that,” I shouted, reaching out as she held it over her head. “Mr. and Mrs. Banana, your table is ready,” she said mockingly before finally bringing the paper back down and handing it over. “Look, you’ve gotta relax Savannah, I’m sure everything is going to be ok. Laugh a little, people have done crazier things than this.”
I stared down at the document, flipping it over and reading the name again and again, my brain trying to wrap itself around it.
“Graham Archer… Who the hell is Graham Archer?”
“See? Savannah Archer. That’s not so bad now is it? I like it!” Chandra said, holding in any further laughter. I just gave her a look and pulled out my phone. Whoever this ‘Graham Archer’ was, I’d be free of him soon enough. I held the little button, and when the phone beeped, I spoke.
“Who is Graham Archer?”
The phone beeped again. “Here’s what I found on the web,” came the soft robotic voice. My eyes were glued to the screen even as my jaw fell open.
“What, is he a serial killer or something?” Chandra asked, her voice almost sounding impossibly far away. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
“Worse…” I replied, sliding through headline after headline.
Graham Archer’s interracial marriage shocker!
America’s #1 most eligible bachelor is off the market.
Billionaire Philanthropist Graham Archer breaks ground on new children’s hospital.
Cinderella Story: Heir to billion-dollar fortune marries a wedding photographer?
Happy Birthday? Graham Archer turns 30 and gets MARRIED IN VEGAS! Shocker: To a mocha skinned beauty?!?
Chandra moved from her seat to look over my shoulder, gasping as she read right along with me. “Savannah… If you don’t want this one, I’ll totally marry the guy.” The statement was rooted in perhaps a bit more truth than fiction. Chandra was adorably silly, but when it came to men she was a fierce tigress on the prowl.
“What do I do now?” I asked, every part of me shaking. “Everybody’s going to know what happened…
They’re going to think I’m some kind of gold digger, or worse. Just look at this trash! My face is going to be plastered on those stupid tabloids at the supermarket! How am I supposed to get out of this?”
Part of me almost believed my words. This was all too fast. I wanted out of this, didn’t I? I wanted to go on with my life, take my DSLR, and go photograph another wedding. My heart was still filled with dreams of a day when I wasn’t financing my little business out of my meager savings and I had no intention of being some rich guy’s little exotic trophy wife!
I slapped my fist down on the table in anger. I couldn’t be sitting here thinking about the way his hands felt when he held me… About the way he looked at me just before we came together for the first time, pleasure wracking our bodies. I couldn’t be thinking about his God-damned ‘supercock’!