Bring me to life (The golden collection)

by Carr, Kam

  "If you have finished" I hissed. "What is wrong with making others happy?"

  He stepped forward and at the same time doing his shirt buttons up. "I can make you happy and you know it. We have great sex, we fight because deep down we are exactly the same. We are the ones who are right, we're strong and we know what we want." His eyes looked down at me and he gave that smile.

  God he was annoying!!

  He knew what buttons to press. He swooped down to my eye level. "True? And I love it when you frustrate me" He gave a playful look. "You keep me on my toes and that is sexy as hell."

  "Shut up" I laughed and gently pushed him away.

  "Are you still getting married?"

  I turned back to the mirror and caught his eyes. He was a wonderful sexy man. Breath taking. I watched him run his hands through his soft red hair.

  "Yes" I breathed.

  He stood behind me and I felt his arms wrap around me. To be in his arms was the most beautiful feeling ever.

  "Are you quitting your job?"

  "No" I breathed.

  "Good!" He slapped me on my arse hard!! "One day you will know I'm right and that is the day you will make me the happiest man in the world. Let's celebrate! Because I want to pour champagne down your throat and fuck you till you can't take no more."

  He left the room. I turned back to the mirror. I was smiling. Maxwell Thomas was the devil and he had cast his deadly spell over me. I was biting my lip.

  Your get in trouble Georgina. And didn't I know it.

  I refilled her glass and sat down on the bed. The last thing I wanted was to be locked in a room with her. I would rather prefer to be fluting her to others. We could go downstairs for something to eat. Even make it interesting. I laughed to myself.

  What was this woman doing to me?

  It did anger me that after everything she wouldn't give up on that fucking shit. As long as I got to see her every day I didn't care. The golden rule was fucked anyway. The only woman who had changed my option for mixing business and pleasure.

  I watched shyly as she as exited the bathroom. She was amazing her hair looked a mess but it gave her that extra appeal. I would just have to live with her choice. Deep down she was a good girl. She wasn't after anything. I felt guilty for saying she was using me. This woman wouldn't hurt a living soul. She just didn't like to go back on her word.

  "What you got in mind now?" She smiled taking a place at the top of the bed. I handed her a glass and sat down next to her.

  "Maybe we should go downstairs and eat something" I suggested.

  "What if someone sees us?"

  I laughed. She was a paranoid little thing. "Who is going to be at the Randolph Hotel? At lunchtime on a Wednesday?"

  "People who should be a working" She replied before taking a sip of her drink.

  "We are celebrating, Miss Dawson. I have pulled off the deal of the century." She looked up at me and gave her special smile. "Shall we?" I ran my finger along her cheek. She nodded. "Good, take your underwear off!"

  She choked on her drink. "What??"

  "You heard me... Do it!"

  "No!"

  "Oh Miss Dawson, if you don't I will do it myself" I threatened. Her mouth dropped open in shock and she raised an eyebrow. She stood up, placed her glass on the side table and took off her underwear. This woman was my dream come true. "Good, now we are all sorted lets eat." I grabbed hold of her hand and we left the room. It was very erotic knowing under her skirt she was wearing nothing. I could tell she was a little embarrassed. We made our way over to the lift.

  "Exactly what is with the no underwear thing?" She whispered. The lift door opened and we climbed inside. I wasn't going to answer her question. I wanted to leave her contemplating the endless possibilities. It was time for Maxwell Thomas to play a game. I looked down and an evil wicked grin appeared on my lips. My mind was full of scenarios that were Miss Dawson. I could feel my arousal burning.

  Not in the lift!

  Oh no I couldn't do it in the lift.

  The lift stopped. I grabbed hold of her hand and led her over into the restaurant. I wanted a table at the back. I took my seat and Georgina went to sit opposite.

  "No!" She stopped and shrugged. "I want you to sit right next to me." She picked up her chair, placed it next to mine and sat down.

  "You must be in boss mode today" she laughed.

  I loved being in boss mode. I loved control and I enjoyed having control of this woman. I watched as she picked up the menu and began to study it. She placed a strand of hair behind her ear and pouted. I loved that. Every time she had to concentrate that pout would appear. She had amazing lips, soft and kissable. It was a shame I would never process them. They were never going to belong to me. I rubbed my brow with annoyance.

  Fucking Blake Waterman!

  I grabbed my own menu. "You can order anything you want?" I said. She placed a free hand on my knee and gave it a squeeze. "No touching, Miss Dawson. This is my game, my rules......" I leant over and whispered in her ear. "And I'm the only one allowed to do any touching." She looked up amazed and biting down on her lip. I sat up. "Choose!" I demanded. She looked back down at the menu umming and ahhing. " How about we share Roast Cote de Boeuf" I suggested.

  "Don't they do jacket potatoes here?" She said in a whiny voice. "I am not keen on posh foods. I am just a simple girl."

  "Believe me... You are not even close to simple" I put my hand on her leg. "You .... Miss Dawson...." I moved my hand further and further up her skirt. Then I reached my destination and began the magic with my fingers; Massaging that sweet spot. She froze. "Are sexy, caring, amazing... And" I shifted in my seat and inserted my finger inside her. Her eyes widened but I could see she was full of pleasure. "I love you" She bit down on her lip and her head tilted to one side. She was enjoying it. I removed my finger bringing it up to my mouth and sucked. "You taste fantastic!" Terror shot over her face at the exact same time waiter approached the table.

  "Are we ready to order?"

  "We will have a bottle of your best champagne and Roast Cote de Boeuf" He wrote it down and walked away. My eyes looked back over at her she was looking a little flushed. She clenched her thighs together tightly. She was obviously looking for some relief. She would get that later but at the moment I was enjoying my game.

  "We are going to have fun playing this" I winked. The waiter came back with the champagne.

  "Would sir like a taster" I shook my head and he poured two glasses. "Anything else!" I shook my head again. Sometimes these waitress and waiters fussed around too much. He finally got an idea and cleared off.

  Georgina picked up her glass. "I have a burning question?" She took a sip and placed the glass down.

  "Do you now?"

  "Who was that woman you were talking to Monday morning?"

  Fuck.

  I darted my eyes away and tried to think.

  Monday?

  Phone call?

  Shit! She was referring to the fake phone call. Did I have the balls to confess? Not really, maybe she would find it flattering or it could go the other way.

  Be truthful something urged inside me. Yeah, admit I am a sad twat who has pretend phone calls to make her jealous.

  I was such a fuck up.

  I twisted my lips and looked back to her. Her eyes were wide looking for an answer. It didn't look like she was going to let it die.

  "Busted!" I laughed self consciously. A little smile appeared on her lips- did she know! "I wasn't talking to anyone. I didn't get back from Cannes till after midnight. There happy now?"

  She burst into a fit of laughter. "Oh my god! That is really sad. Why? Did you want me to be jealous?"

  "Yes! Were you?"

  "Yes!"

  "See Miss Dawson we are too alike!" The waiter came over with our food, he placed it on the table and left this time without saying a thing. Me and Georgina began to eat. Once again I placed my hand on her leg before I could do anything she grabbed hold of my hand.

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bsp; "This isn't a game... This is torturer!"

  "Carry on eating" I said sternly, she stared at me and then finally began to eat. My hand was free to wonder again. I slowly crept up her skirt and just like before started the magic touch. She carried eating pretending like nothing was happening. She was getting soaked. Every now again before she placed the food into her mouth it would form into a perfect O. I could feel her muscles in her legs contracting she was going to orgasm. That was my cue to stop.

  I began to eat my own dinner.

  Her eyes darted at me, her cheeks red and slightly panting. "That is not fair!"

  I swallowed what was in my mouth and gave my special knicker combustion smile. "My game. My rules!! Now eat quick. I want to take you back upstairs before you explode."

  We burst through the door locked in a passionate kiss both of us not letting each other go. I kicked the door closed with my foot and followed her to the bed. With my free hand I undid her skirt and with hers she undid my trousers. I gave a little push with my hip and she fell on to the bed. I finally had to break the embrace to remove our underwear. I climb on top and gazed down at her beautiful face.

  "What are you doing to me, Miss Dawson?" I whispered as I began to trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers began to run through my hair. Just her touch was aphrodisiac.

  "I would never do anything like this but your a sweet fix that I crave more than anything in the world."

  Her hands cupped my face and her eyes went dreamy. I felt my heart skip a beat. She was amazing. Everything I could of wished in a woman and I wanted her badly. I rested myself on my elbows and slowly filled her up. Her back arched and she closed her eyes.

  "Eyes open" I kissed her lips. "I want to watch the explosion." She opened her eyes and began the slow special rhythm. In-slow, out-slow and hip swirl. I watched her mouth, her eyes and fingers grip hold of the sheets. I picked up pace still in my special rhythm.

  "Maxwell!" she groaned. "Harder.. Please!" Her begging increased my heart rate and I wanted to fuck her in every possible way.

  I sat back on my feet, grabbed hold of her waist and slammed into over and over. Her groans turned into screams. Her back arched and her finger gripped the sheets harder. Her toes curled and she finally fell apart around me. A few more slams and I found my own release. I couldn't move. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I could feel myself trembling. Georgina sat up and placed her head against my chest. I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair.

  "You know how much I love you, don't you?" she breathed.

  "As much as I love you" I kissed her forehead again. I lowered her back down on the bed and took my side. We lay facing each other bottom half completely naked. Completely at ease and comfortable.

  I felt relaxed and it was all down to her. She had changed my life, my views and the way I dealt with everything. She was a breath of fresh air. I grabbed hold of her hand and gave it a kiss. Why couldn't we stay here for eternity trapped in our own world?

  "What are you thinking about?" she rested her head in her hands and bit her lip.

  "Same as you" I smiled tracing my fingertip along her face.

  "How amazing we are together and how quickly I've fallen in love with you?" she was obviously a little tipsy she never spoke so freely like this. I leant forward and kissed her lips.

  "I think you need to sleep the alcohol off. I'll wake you up in an hour" I stood up and pulled the quilt over her. "Sweet dreams."

  "I love you my Mr Golden rule" she mumbled with her eyes closed.

  I sat down in the armchair and watched her. Mr Golden rule I liked it. Perfect name for me. I rested my head back. I didn't want to think about it but it did keep on hitting me. In less than two weeks she would be with another man. The phone call with Mrs Waterman came to mind. She wanted me to stop them getting married....

  I wanted to stop them getting married...

  I rubbed my lip and started to think.

  This was a perfect opportunity for me. I looked back at my sleeping angel....

  I was going to stop this wedding!!!

  CHAPTER 17

  The sleep didn't help all the champagne had really gone to my head. I walked to my front door and tried to find my keys. I dug into my bag.

  Where were they?

  The bag fell out of my hands and everything was scattered everywhere. I bent down to pick it all up. Now I felt sick. The front down opened and Blake was looking down at me.

  "Where have you been?" he snapped.

  Everything now safe in my bag I stood up. Great, now I was in trouble. I gave a little giggle. His big emerald eyes were glaring at me and his mouth was in a tight straight line.

  I felt like a naughty teenager getting caught out by a parent.

  "Are you drunk?"

  I walked inside and he slammed the door. I threw my bag down and slumped onto the sofa. My stomach was churning, posh food and champagne didn't mix. I closed my eyes. I needed sleep.

  "Georgina?" Blake yelled, I slowly opened one eye and he stood over me. "Where have you been?"

  "Oh out!" I snapped back and my eyes closed by themselves. Please just let me sleep. I wasn't in a fit state to have a fight. I wanted to dream about the perfect day I had spent with Maxwell. It was lush. I let out a little groan and I felt a smile appear on my face.

  Why couldn't everyday be like this?

  "Georgina!!" he screamed. God, was he still here? "Where have you been?"

  Err.... I sat up and rubbed my face. "We all went out after work to celebrate a new contract."

  "I see" He sat down next to me. "Who went?"

  "Everyone, me, Jan, a few people from HR and security" I lied. I hated lying it made me feel bad. God, I was turning into a horrible person. I needed my bed and sleep. I would battle with my guilt tomorrow and try my hardest to keep away from Maxwell.

  "Did he go?" Blake asked.

  "No!" another lie out in the open. I had got used to all this lying. What had happened to me? "I need to go to bed" I gave my excuse. I couldn't be in the same room as him.

  Especially drunk.

  I had no control over my big mouth and I really didn't want to hurt him. I had done enough of that already. He placed his arm over my shoulders and gave me a little hug. I felt disgusted with myself. I was behaving in an ugly way.

  What decent woman would go to a hotel with a man for a day?

  Georgina Dawson!

  I had spent the whole day having sex, kissing and drinking with another man. While the man I am marrying stayed at home waiting for me. I rubbed my face again...

  Where had my morals gone?

  "Your Dad rang today" My eyes darted at him. My Dad? "He and Catlyn will be here next Wednesday for the wedding on Saturday. Mum wants to make a meal that night to get to know them." I nodded and took a deep breath. The wedding? The thought of sitting in a room with my Dad and the witch. I had a strange feeling they would team together and bully me. The dread settled in and I could feel my head swirling. The room was spinning. I stumbled up but it was too late.... I puked all over the floor. I dropped to the floor and wiped my mouth.

  How embarrassing?

  Blake came over and rubbed my back. "Right, bed for you." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. "Did you eat anything?" I nodded. He placed me on the bed, took my shoes off and threw the blanket over me. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to run his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and felt relaxed by his touch.

  I did an awful thing today- unforgivable.

  I was the lowest of the low. Blake deserved much better than me.

  "Good night" he kissed my forehead and left the room.

  I walked into work the next morning. I felt ill; My head was pounding and the tablets I had taken hadn't cleared it. I walked over to my desk and slumped down in my chair; Placing my head in my hands I groaned in pain. I now had to deal with my guilt, the pain and a whole day with Maxwell.

  Why did I do i
t?

  I kept asking myself the same question over and over again. I had no excuse for the way I behaved.

  "Morning!" said a cheerful voice. I looked up and groaned. "Wow, you look rough!" It was the post-boy and he was holding a big pile of letters. "Here" and with that he left. I began to go through them. I stopped when I saw a gold envelope addressed to Mr M Thomas it looked really fancy. I placed it on top of the pile.

  "Miss Dawson, coffee when your ready" Maxwell yelled from his office doorway. I groaned it was back to normal. Him the boss and me the employee. I got up and headed for the kitchen to make master the coffee he desired`.

  I entered his office carrying the coffee and post. I gave a little giggle when I saw him slumped over his desk. He looked up and gave a half smile. He looked as bad as I felt. What a pair? I placed the coffee down and handed him the post.

  "How's your head today?" I asked sitting down opposite him.

  "Pounding" he laughed. "How much did we drink?"

  "Enough to make me sick!" I cringed. Blake must of cleared it up.

  "Me too" He shrugged. "Worth it though" He said in a suggestive manner. His eyes darted to the post and he noticed the gold envelope. "Right" he hit his hands on his desk and sat up. "We have lots to catch up on as Mr Golden rule and Miss Dawson didn't do fuck all yesterday."

  My eyes narrowed and felt my cheeks blush. Mr Golden rule?? How did he know about that nickname. I could see him smirking. He was laughing at me. I got up, giving him a dirty look and returned to my desk. The nerve of that man!

  "Oh Miss Dawson!" I looked up and he was leaning in the doorway of his office. He was waving something in the air. I rolled my eyes, got back up and walked towards him.

  "What's this?" I glanced at the piece of paper and shrugged my shoulders.

  I had no idea what it was. Why would I?

  He raised a perfect eyebrow. "Shall I read it do you?" I nodded.

  Why was he being weird about a piece of paper?

  He cleared his throat and began. "Lord and Lady Waterman request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their son Blake Edward Waterman to Miss Georgina Elizabeth Dawson!!!"