SOLID STONE
choices
E.G. Patrick
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1 “Violet”
Chapter 2 “Violet”
Chapter 3 “Violet”
Chapter 4 “Adam”
Chapter 5 “Violet”
Chapter 6 “Violet”
Chapter 7 “Adam”
Chapter 8 “Violet”
Chapter 9 “Violet”
Chapter 10 “Violet”
Chapter 11 “Adam”
Chapter 12 “Violet”
Chapter 13 “Violet”
Chapter 14 “Violet”
Chapter 15 “Adam”
Chapter 16 “Violet”
Chapter 17 “Adam”
Chapter 18 “Violet”
Chapter 19 “Violet”
Chapter 20 “Adam”
Chapter 21 “Violet”
Chapter 22 “Violet”
Chapter 23 “Violet”
Chapter 24 “Violet”
Chapter 25 “Violet”
Chapter 26 “Adam”
Chapter 27 “Adam”
Chapter 28 “Violet”
Chapter 29 “Adam”
Chapter 30 “Violet”
Chapter 31 “Adam”
Chapter 32 “Violet”
Chapter 33 “Adam”
Chapter 34 “Violet”
Chapter 35 “Violet”
Chapter 36 “Violet”
Chapter 37 “Violet”
Chapter 38 “Violet”
Chapter 39 “Violet”
Epilogue
— TO THE READERS —
About the Author
Copyright
For Ivy Winifred Violet, forever in my heart!
Books by E.G. Patrick
Book 1 - Solid Stone: Revolving Door
Book 2 - Solid Stone: Odyssey
Book 3 - Solid Stone: Choices
Acknowledgements
Thank you, thank you and thank you! I couldn’t have done any of this without all of you!
Raphael, we’re two puzzle pieces that just fit perfectly. You’re my best friend!
Bloggers/Reviewers! Thanks so much for the countless hours you commit to reading and sharing our stories.
Melissa Cameron, my awesome editor. Thanks for always going the extra mile and being so reliable. Your input’s invaluable and means a lot.
Brian Tedesco, in just one week - you’ve impressed me with such quality work. Thank you!
Heather Stevens, you are a wonderfully calm and gracious woman. I appreciate everything you do behind the scenes.
Ashley from Mark My Words, you’re my voice of reason and sanity check. I don’t tell you enough how important you are in this journey, so I’m telling you now.
Cover design, by Silver Heart Publishing. Thanks Madison!
Chapter 1
“Violet”
It’s winter in Chicago. When I arrived in November, almost four months ago now, there was snow on the ground then too. It’s Sunday night, and I’m looking out the window as I speak to my dad on the phone. The snowflakes look pretty. “I miss you too Dad, only two more months to go.”
“I know and I’m sorry I couldn’t make it out there to see you.”
“Don’t worry, we talk and Skype a lot. That’s just as good as being here.”
“I just wanted to be more supportive honey, I hope you know that. The airfare was ridiculous every time I checked.”
“Honestly, it’s no biggie and I’ll be home soon.” I can tell he’s upset about not visiting, so I ask about his girlfriend, “How are things with you and Barb?”
“Oh, we’re okay.”
“I thought you were glad she moved in!”
“I am and we’re good, don’t worry.” I have to believe him.
“I’m just making sure you’re okay, that’s all.” He laughs and that makes me feel better.
“I’m fine, we’re fine, really. I still miss your mom and sometimes feel guilty about it.”
I feel his pain. “I miss Mom too, and I bet Barb would understand.”
He takes a deep breath. “You’re probably right. So how’s work going?”
“It’s not crazy busy, I guess it takes time to build up a new law office.”
“Yeah, that’s not surprising and I’m sure it’ll all work out. So, what’s your week like?”
“I’m meeting my friend Jane for coffee. She’s the lady who works with me and has two kids.”
“Oh yeah, I remember you mentioning her. I’m glad you have a friend there, and I’m so proud of you. I’ve noticed the changes, you seem way more independent.”
He’s right, and I feel it too. Having to fend for myself has paid off huge. I have no parent to shelter me, or a domineering boyfriend. Here, it’s just me, myself and I. “I’ve had to Dad, it’s only me here. It’s not a bad thing actually.”
“I’m glad you feel that way and you’re making me feel less guilty. I still worry about you though.”
“You’ve got nothing to be guilty about, except calling me almost every night.” We both laugh. “And don’t worry about me either; I’m a big girl and doing just fine here.”
“Yes, I know that, but I’m always thinking of you, Vee.”
“I know you are and I think of you too.” I sense he’s smiling.
“Well, it’s almost TV time. I miss you sweetheart and can’t wait for you to move back home.”
I’m trying to be excited, but moving back to live with my Dad and his new girlfriend, doesn’t really thrill me. It’ll only be temporary until I find a place. “Yes, me too. I’ll call you next week. Love you. Bye.”
“Bye, Vee, I love you too.”
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Lying in bed, I think about Ann and home. Even though we speak often, I really miss our lively chats at our favorite deli. I can almost taste those delicious corned beef on rye sandwiches. I can hear her voice in my head now, ‘Never mind Vee, you’ll be back in a couple of months, it’ll fly by, you’ll see’.
Life moved quickly after getting through my first week here. I found a small one bedroom apartment that’s walking distance to work. I spent long hours getting our new office ready for business, and on schedule. At night alone, I cried over Adam, actually bawled over him. I remember those sleepless and teary nights, there was no shoulder to cry on, only me. I’d read enough romance books in my day, but they didn’t prepare me for the loss I felt.
Reality was a bitch, constantly reminding me of what I felt for Adam. All those genuine and loving feelings were a waste of time. To think, I believed he made me whole and that he loved me. I sneer to myself, pulling the sheet over my head.
He still creeps up in my mind, always unannounced and when I least expect it. Seven months was an all-time record for him, what did I know, he was my first everything. Thankfully, Ann came to visit the first month. I knew she thought I’d made a mistake leaving him. In fairness to her, she didn’t have all the facts because I didn’t share them with her. As far as she knew, I’d left to pursue my career in Chicago. It was just easier at the time to keep things simple so she wouldn’t worry, or worse, confront Adam on my behalf. That wouldn’t have been good.
Adam did what I asked and hasn’t tried to reach me. He’s probably quite content with Tanya now anyway. The thought of that makes me feel sick.
I force myself to think of more pleasurable things so I can fall asleep. Gia saved me once, and soothes m
e now that I’m alone again. She and the prince take my mind to interesting and arousing places, and help me to relax. Looking up at the ceiling and closing my eyes, I lower my hand and allow my imagination to take over.
Today is the prince’s birthday and seven of us are getting ready to help him celebrate. Our naked bodies are adorned in beautiful plumed peacock feathers that rest on our heads and tailbones. The colors are bold in turquoise, green, and tan. Being his favorite, mine are larger and in bolder shades of turquoise, pink, and purple. Each woman holds a beautifully colored feather fan. The den mother pulls us all together so we can take our places on the large balcony. It’s a gloriously sunny day.
There are two beautiful blonde women, one with hazel eyes and the other with blue eyes. The two lovely red heads have flawless porcelain skin, while the two chestnut-haired women have full, rounded breasts like mine.
My dark brown hair shines and hangs down my back, and my eyes are made up and lined in dark black so they stand out. I’m kneeling in the middle of a life sized, round golden cage, set beside a large rounded bed in the center of the balcony. The other women are placed around me in various sensual poses. Some with one hand on their hip and some bent over at the waist with a slightly bended knee. When they move their hips, the feathers behind them sway and are captivating to watch.
It’s not long before we hear the den mother clap, announcing that the prince is now in our presence. He is so handsome and majestic. My eyes roam over his muscular arms and chest, to his narrow waist and strong abdomen. His naked body is magnificent and very pleasing to watch. I lower my head still peaking upward so I can continue watching him. I hear music begin to play behind a hidden wall.
The prince scans the room and smiles. He likes what he sees, a room full of beautiful birds for his pleasure. As he walks past the blondes, they sway their hips and spin around with their beautiful plumed fans moving with them. He grabs one around the waist and I watch her bat her eye lids at him, he kisses the other one gently on the lips. In seconds, he moves to the red heads who sashay their bottoms for him. He runs his hands over them and smiles. The chestnut-haired women wave their fans delicately in his direction, while swaying their hips from side to side. He is smiling and caresses their breasts while glancing in my direction. Their nipples perk up. As he’s getting closer, my heart quickens.
Standing in front of the cage, he opens the door and takes my hand to help me into a standing position. My eyes are lowered when he says, “Look at me my beautiful Gia; I want to see your lovely eyes.” I look up at him and smile. He smiles back, his dark blue eyes twinkle and stand out against his dark hair.
“Happy Birthday Master,” I say gently.
Still smiling and looking me up and down, he says, “Yes, this will be a very happy birthday indeed.” He gently pulls me out of the cage. “Such beauty can’t be locked away, show me all of you Gia.” I turn around so he can see me from behind and I sway my hips as I do. There’s a light breeze from the feathers. He likes that and runs his hand across them, and then down over my bottom. He turns me around abruptly to face him. In seconds, he pushes me down on the bed and lies beside me. His strong hands caress me. I’m being brave when I move myself on top of him. He’s surprised at first, but then smiles waiting for my next move.
“Please Master, close your eyes.” He raises an eyebrow appearing to protest. I lean down kissing his beautiful lips, and speak into his mouth. “Please Master.” His breath feels warm and he closes his eyes. Plucking one of the large feathers from my headpiece I trace his body with it, starting at his calf and slowly moving my way up. His cock grows as I glide the feather along his body. The music in the background seems distant now.
The beautiful birds stand around us, using their fans to create a soft breeze. I’m now moving the feather down his arms and goose bumps appear. When I glide it over his lengthy cock, it waves proudly back at me. I’m mesmerized at how it moves up and down with each touch. The sight makes me want to taste him.
Repositioning myself, I lower my head and wrap my lips around him. He moans, his eyes still closed. I suck his cock, and run my tongue up and down his shaft. I’m very aroused and very pleased that he trusts me. He moans again, his senses must be heightened with his eyes closed. This only arouses me more.
Scanning the room, I catch a quick glimpse of the beauties around me; one of the blondes trails her fan over my bottom. It feels good, so I wiggle it for her and she does it again. Our eyes meet and she smiles back at me mischievously. When my attention returns to my master’s beautiful cock, I look up and see his eyes. He must’ve seen her and liked it. He pulls me upward and flips me over quickly, so that I am now beneath him. He’s taking his control back, and shows this when he pins my arms over my head. He looks hungry, no, ravenous, when he looks down at me. With his knee, he forces my legs apart and moves in between them.
He commands, “Lift your legs Gia.” I lift my legs so they rest against his chest. In seconds he fills me. He’s deep, and each time he thrusts my pleasure rises. The music has gotten louder and the beat faster. The beautiful women sway their hips and wave their fans provocatively. They turn in unison to the beat of the music. It’s beautiful to watch, while being fucked by such a man as the prince.
My master’s focus is only on me. His cock glides in and out rapidly, every now and then a feather trails down his back, he looks up at the woman and grins. He then hungrily turns back to me and fucks me harder. My legs bounce off his muscular chest. He looks glorious, towering above me. “Oh Gia, I enjoy being inside of you. You were made for my cock.” I moan; I was made for him.
My eyes close as the pleasure increases. He slows down to prolong his own pleasure and every now then he looks up, enjoying the view of the beautiful birds around us. The swells of delight begin to rise higher as my master’s hips move faster. The sensations come closer, moving up from my center through my belly. His hips hit the backs of my thighs with each forceful thrust. I won’t last long. “Get ready Gia.” I moan as I’m only seconds away.
The music tempo quickens like his thrusts. We rise to the occasion as our moans overpower the sound of the music. We soar like birds, higher and higher as each sensation rises. And then we lay still and breathless, as we land together in complete bliss!
“Ahh!” I moan in my bed. My body relaxes free of tension. I will sleep very well tonight.
Chapter 2
“Violet”
I’m almost at my office. The sun creates an illusion that it’s warmer than it is, so I pick up the pace as the wind howls.
“Morning Heather,” I say to our receptionist, undoing my coat. She smiles and waves as she finishes up a call. My desk is at the back, just outside of Paul’s office.
Paul’s out this morning and has left two contracts for review on my desk. Back at the old office, I often had ten or more on my desk. After checking email, I delve into work until lunch time.
There’s a coffee shop down the street. Patrick, the owner, always gives me free pastries. “Hi Violet, how was your weekend?” He’s always so cheerful, and probably in his early sixties.
“Oh, not bad.” I spent the weekend alone. “What about yours?”
“Weekends are always good, I can’t believe it’s Monday already, but at least I get to see your smiling face.” I appreciate his compliment.
“Ah, thanks, it’s always nice seeing you too. I’ll have a latte and the soup of the day, please.” I watch him put my order together and place a pastry on a plate alongside it. I eat and people watch through the window.
When I leave, I pull the collar of my coat tightly around my neck. Winter can be so brutal here and I can see my breath as I walk.
The warmth of the lobby feels good. In the elevator, I press seven. Standing outside of the glass office doors I see a tall man with his back to me who’s talking to Heather. The sight makes me catch my breath and stop in my steps. The man’s stature resem
bles Adam’s from behind. I know that’s impossible, and I’m sure the last place he’d be, is here, to see me.
Opening the glass door, I freeze when I hear the man’s voice. My hands go cold and a shiver runs up my spine. It’s him! Heather looks up, “Hi Violet, this is Mr. Stone, and he’s here to see Paul. He’s not back yet.” Adam’s body slowly turns to face me, and as he does, I take a quiet breath. Our eyes lock for what seems like an eternity. I quickly realize this must be confusing to Heather, so I look over at her and smile.
My inner voice rings, you can do this! Even though he’s still the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, I’m all business as I reach out to shake his hand. “Oh, hello Mr. Stone, I didn’t see you on Paul’s calendar, is he expecting you?” Adam shakes my hand and gives me that winning smile, the one that makes woman like me and Heather melt. I feel the adrenaline rush through my body, and it takes every ounce of strength not to fall to the ground. Instead, I cross my legs like I need to pee, to stabilize myself.
He says, “Yes, we only just agreed to meet this morning. I’m early; our appointment isn’t until one-thirty.”
I smile back, doing my best to hide how shocked as hell I am. The devil stands before me. I say politely, “Do you mind waiting here for a moment?”
“Sure,” he says, still smiling at me. Fuck! I say loudly in my head on my way to my desk. When I reach it, I throw myself down in my chair, placing my head in my hands, still in shock. My mind relives the Adam and Violet story, which doesn’t help one bit. I check Paul’s calendar and sure enough the appointment isn’t there. Instead, there’s an email from Paul that I missed before I left for lunch. I reply to it.
From: Violet Cole
To: Paul Anders
Subject: Re: Last minute meeting with Stone
Hi Paul, he’s here. I’ll take him into your office to wait
He replies.
From: Paul Anders
To: Violet Cole
Subject: Re: Last minute meeting
Sorry, I also tried calling you at the office to let you know.
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