The Golden Collection

by Kam Carr

  Georgina

  The night of my hen do was here. I couldn't believe I was still going along with all this wedding nonsense, even after my own revelation on Wednesday. I hadn't eaten or slept. Life was a living nightmare. Every minute and every hour that passed was filled with the thoughts of Maxwell.

  I applied more lip gloss. I no longer knew that woman staring back at me in the mirror. She had changed. I never wanted to be heartless or selfish and guess that's why I was going on with this circus of a wedding. My cheeks were hurting from all the fake smiling and every time I got near Blake I felt sick. I knew deep down he was happy and I was living a lie.

  I was wearing my famous red boob tube dress. I closed my eyes and I could feel his touch on my breast. GET OVER IT!!! The voice in my head yelled.

  I opened my eyes and that woman I didn't know was still glaring at me. Tomorrow I was getting married. The voice in my head was right. Could I live with this woman I didn't know? I guess I had no choice.

  "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Amy yelled, flying into the room. "We need to go!" She looked me up and down. "Like the dress."

  A little smile appeared on my lips, so did Maxwell. The words he said in Brett's bar filled my head. God, this was going to be harder than I thought.

  "Don't just stand there, we need to go." I watched as she pulled a bag from behind her back. “No hen isn't complete without these." She was really excited about this and it made me hurt even more. Amy pulled out a pink sash and threw it over my head. Then a veil with 'L' signs and condoms. Gently she slid the clips through my hair and the veil swept round my shoulders.

  I looked back at my reflection...Was this how I would look like tomorrow? Minus the red dress. Tomorrow I would be wearing white, looking pure and innocent. I was far away from any of those and the more I thought about it the worse everything seemed to be getting.

  I spun round to face Amy. "I'm not sure I can do this." The desperation filled my voice and I could feel my anxiety levels reaching unbearable heights. I started to pace up and down.

  “Calm down," Amy laughed rushing to my side. She stopped me in my tracks and made me look at her. "You're just having wedding nerves... You wouldn't be human if you didn't."

  I shook my head. Surely she knew what was wrong with me. I opened my mouth to say something but Amy cut in. "Let's go... We will have as many cocktails as we want and a really good time. By the time you wake up tomorrow in the hotel...”

  "HOTEL?" I yelled. I had no idea about this. Who had planned this? Why couldn't I just stay at home or buy a one-way ticket to the other side of the world?

  Amy nodded. "Yes... You have to stay at the Randolph tonight as Blake is staying here with his wedding party." She raised an eyebrow as I felt my face turn white.

  I had to sit down. I walked over to my dressing table and sunk into my chair. The Randolph. It would be like returning to the scene of my crime. Now it would be the place where I prepared to marry a man not out of love but because I couldn't go back on my word.

  Amy walked over and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry, George... You'll be fine..." I wanted to believe her words badly. That low aching feeling of doubt wasn't allowing me too. This was a mess and I had no idea how to clean it up.

  Amy was right... I needed cocktails!

  I downed my third cocktail, nothing seemed to be working and I was beginning to feel tipsy. My fault again as I hadn't been able to eat since Wednesday. We were in a club I had never been to before. Amy was on the dance floor talking to a man she had met two seconds before.

  My mum was looking at me with her mouth wide open. "Don't you think you should calm down now? We have only been here half an hour and you have knocked back three."

  I rolled my eyes and poured myself another one from the jug. This woman had walked out on me and now she was acting concerned. What a joke!

  Mum tutted and I lifted the jug to fill up my glass. "Cheers" I faked a smile and downed it.

  "Amy!" My mum yelled as Amy approached the table. "Please tell Georgina to slow down with the drinks. She just downed her fourth."

  Amy sat down next to me and whispered in my ear. "Stop thinking about him." I looked at her with my eyes wide open. All along she had known what was wrong with me? "You're getting married tomorrow."

  GOD, it wasn't like I didn't know that. I managed to gain balance and stand up. "Can I have a cigarette please?" I held out my hand, no wasn't an answer and I wouldn't accept it. Amy pulled her cigarette pack out her pocket and handed it to me. "Thank you!"

  "I'll come to" Amy insisted, she linked her arm with mine and we walked off to the exit leaving Mum sat with Caitlyn.

  Once outside I wanted to collapse onto the floor. I wanted this nightmare to end or my feelings for Maxwell to dissolve. Why couldn't I be the person I was before I went to work for Maxwell?

  Amy handed me a lighten cigarette and I began to puff away. I rested my head against a wall and groaned. "I miss him" I cried, letting out the smoke. "I need to see HIM."

  “What about Blake? You're marrying him tomorrow!"

  I threw my arms in the air in a rage. "I KNOW!" I yelled. "Why is everyone reminding me? It's not like I said I'm not going through with it – Like I even have a choice." I threw the cigarette on the floor. It was making me feel sick. I guess I was now truly a non-smoker. I ran my hand through my hair and stamped my foot like a little child. Then something clicked in my head... I had to... I looked at Amy and she was studying me. She shook her head knowing full well what words were about to leave my mouth.

  "I have to... Please, Amy, can you cover for me?" The desperation filled my voice. "You're my best friend ..." I put my hands in a prayer position and smiled sweetly. "Please," I begged.

  I could tell by her expression she wasn't happy about this, after all it was my hen do. I wanted to run off to be with another man that wasn't Blake. I know it was bad... Really bad!! I needed to be near him just one last time. The voice in my head laughed. How many times was it going to be the last time? Maybe I didn't want a last time, after tomorrow it would have to be.

  "Okay," she snapped, taking another drag of her cigarette. Her perfect manicured nail pointed in my direction. "If you get caught you're on your own. Go and get a taxi."

  I jumped up and down on the spot. I knew I could rely on her. I ran over and gave my best friend a big hug. Shit! My bag...

  "I have to go back in.... I need my bag."

  Amy tutted and her hand dug into her pocket. "You owe me big time" she scrawled as she pulled out a wad of twenties. "Take it" she stuffed the money into my hand. "I'll tell them you're sick. We are in room 201 and if you don't return, I will track you down and beat 50 shades of shit out of you!"

  I knew she meant every single word....

  ***

  Maxwell

  I threw the remote. I was bored shitless and my mind was racing with thoughts of Georgina Dawson. I only had one day to full fill that old woman's demands and I didn't have a clue how I was going to do it. The idea of Georgina finding out about the whole sordid affair scared the shit out of me.

  Could I really destroy her happiness? Could I really destroy her perception of me? Either way the outcome was going to lead in the same result; she would loathe me no matter what.

  I needed a drink. I headed over to the drink cabinet. I lifted up an old fashion favourite of mine – Bells Whisky. I didn't need a glass. It tasted better straight from the bottle. I was just about to take a large gulp when the door bell rang. It took me by surprise. No fucker ever came to see me.

  I slammed the bottle down. I wasn't in the mood to entertain. The doorbell rang again, this person was impatient. I left the room and headed to the front door. I looked down. I hoped it was no one important... My hair was a mess and I was wearing sweats. I slowly opened the door and my jaw dropped to the floor. I blinked rapidly.

  Was this an illusion? Was my lack of sleep now playing tricks with my mind?

  The vision in front of me wasn't
a dream and I didn't drink any of the whisky.

  This was real... One hundred percent real.

  "Hey" she whispered. I could tell she was feeling a little awkward. My eyes took in the dress... That red dress she had worn in Cannes. She looked amazing in spite of the pink sash she was wearing and the veil. "I should have called first, but it was a spur of the moment sort of thing."

  "You want to come in?"

  "Do you want me to come in?"

  "Miss Dawson," my voice low and full of heat. "You are always welcomed here. You don't need to ask."

  She nodded and stepped into the hallway. I closed the door and took in a deep breath. My boring night had just got exciting. I couldn't have planned this better if I had tried. Someone up there was answering my secret prayers and the gratification was favourable. I turned round; she had been staring at me the whole time.

  "Come, drink?" I went back into the living room and back over to the opened bottle. This time I grabbed two glasses. "I was going to drink straight from the bottle" I confessed, plunking myself down next to her on the sofa. "Now I have company, guess I should regain my manners." I handed her an empty glass and she held it out for me to fill. I filled my glass and placed the bottle down. We sat in silence sipping our drinks.

  "Why did you come here?" My stupid inquisitive mind was dying for a reason.

  She slowly faced me and her eyes widen. "You know why" she gazed dreamily at me, her lips parted a little with a drop of moisture from her drink coating them. I placed my glass down and took hers away at the same time.

  My hand found its self on her bare thigh. I slowly stoked up over her stomach, over her breast up to her bare shoulder. My hand was guiding its self round to the back of her neck. I was aching for her. I hadn't even kissed her and I was rock hard.

  She took in a sharp breath that was filled me with anticipation. My face lowered on hers and I could taste the whisky from her lips. My other hand clung to the side of her face as our tongues danced with each other.

  I slowly laid her back on the sofa and rested on top of her. Her fingers crawling through my hair... Her scent... Her taste and the feel of her beneath me. I could have come from this alone.

  She made no attempt to push things further. I guess just like me she was enjoying this moment. Us together... I could never get enough of this woman. From the moment I saw her sex had been an important factor it our relationship. Now I just wanted this... Love. I wanted her.

  She pulled away and her hands cupped my face. "Take me to bed, Maxwell. Make love to me and then hold me all night."

  I trailed kisses along her soft cheek. "Miss Dawson, your wish is my command" I smiled softly. Her blue eyes sparkled up at me full of love and need. I loved it when she needed me.

  "What about tomorrow?"

  "Shh" she delicately placed her finger on my lips and shook her head. "Not tonight. I really don't want to hear about it tonight. I want you and I need you." I kissed her finger and took hold of her hand. "I really do love you" she cried. I placed a sweet kiss on her hand and stood up.

  "Miss Dawson, I love you" I helped her up and led the way to my bedroom.

  Once inside I spun her round to face away from me. I unzipped her dress and it floated to the floor. My hands took hold of her waist and I pushed her into me. I wanted her to know what her body did to me. I pressed my hard cock into her back and she gave a little laugh. I had missed that sound.

  My hands moved up slowly towards her breasts and I cupped them both. They fitted perfectly in my hands. I began to squeeze her erected nipples between my fingertips and her head rested back onto my shoulders. She raised her arms and placed them round my neck allowing me full access.

  I stopped and twirled her round to face me. She dropped to her knees and pulled down my sweat pants. My manhood was standing at attention for her.

  She looked up and licked her lips seductively. "Mr Thomas, you never disappoint me." Her hands moved round to my arse and she guided me into her mouth.

  Slowly making circular licking motions at the crown and inch by inch pulling me into the back of her throat. My hands played with her hair and helped her gain rhythm. The sucking motion she was doing was beginning to make my legs unsteady. I loved how she could submit me just by her mouth. I pulled out and dropped to my knees in front of her.

  "Any more of that and I would of been done" I smiled, wiping away the dampness from her lips. I pulled her onto my lap and I could feel she was moist already. I put my legs out and she slowly placed me inside her. My finger tips brushed up and down her back. She began to rock and ride me.

  "Fuck," I hissed as she picked up the pace.

  Our lips met in a passionate desperate kiss that was taking me to the brink. Her nails clawed into my back and she fucked me hard like she had never done before.

  Her free hand entwined in my hair and pulled my head back giving her access to my neck. She sucked hard on my neck and pushed my dick harder and deeper inside her. I closed my eyes and felt myself release inside her. My whole body trembling and shaking.

  "Wow," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Her forehead resting against my shoulder. "Did you feel that?"

  I slowly opened my eyes and her beautiful face was looking up at me. "Yes," I whispered. "I've always felt it."

  Her arms wrapped round my neck and she hugged me hard. I began to play with her hair... I loved her too much.

  She pulled away, stood up and walked over to the bed. She pulled back the blanket and got in. I followed and lay down beside her. I placed an arm round her and pulled her into me. Now she was here, I couldn't let her leave my side.

  "Are we going to talk about it?" I asked.

  "Why?" She rested on her elbows and placed her head in her hands. "Every time we talk it always ends in an argument. Besides, it's hardly a big deal!"

  I laughed... Only Georgina would think it wasn't a big deal. "You're getting married tomorrow" I began. "You're choosing to spend your last night of freedom with me. I think that's a big deal." I could feel her eyes burning into me through the darkness. "Why did you come here?" I asked. Not like I was complaining, but Georgina never did anything without a reason. There must have been something logical behind her surprise visit.

  She sighed and turned round on to her back. "Since Wednesday...” She placed her hands over her face. I could feel her shoulders rapidly moving up and down. She was crying. This was bad and now I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

  I pulled her in tighter and pushed my nose into her hair. "Shh" I whispered trying to give her a little comfort. "You can tell me, George. You can tell me anything you want." Her hands were holding in her muffled cries. "Is it me?" She nodded her head, but not giving much of an answer. I supposed I would just have to guess. “Blake?”

  She removed her hands and slammed them down to her sides. "I don't love him any more." Frustration filled her voice and she lay still just gazing up at the ceiling.

  I turned on my back and I could feel a massive smile emerging on my face. I could have got out of bed and danced around the room. The words I had been dying to hear for weeks had finally exited her mouth. YES!!!

  "But..." she hissed.” I still can't go back on my word." She reached out and grabbed my hand. Always putting others happiness before hers. This was why I loved this woman. She was trustworthy, loyal, funny, kind and amazingly attractive. "And it hurts me so much that I will never get to share my life with the man I really love."

  My eyes widen and I spun back round on my side. "You want to be with me?" I asked in a panic. Why was I panicking? Wasn’t this what I had longed for? Yes laughed the voice in my head. It wasn't panic... It was complete excitement.

  "You know I do" she huffed. She turned to face me and placed a hand on my chest. "Let's not talk about it any more. I want to sleep in your arms. I want you to be the first thing I see tomorrow morning." She snuggled into me and I held her tight.

  How could I refuse an offer like this? I kissed her forehead and closed my eyes. For the fi
rst time in days I actually fell fast asleep.

  CHAPTER 20

  Georgina

  The sun shone through the window, I sat up and looked around. I had slept too well, the best night’s sleep I'd had in a while. Maxwell was still sleeping. I could wake up every morning and gaze at his handsome face.

  Last night was amazing. I pulled back the covers and climbed out. My dress was still discarded where I had left it. I stood up and quickly put it on. I needed a coffee. I left the bedroom and heading into his kitchen. I wasn't quite sure which room it was. After opening and checking a few rooms I found it.

  The kitchen was beautiful, very country style. Wooden sides, cupboards and a big old fashion cooker. I could make myself at home here. I walked over to the kettle switched it on and went in search of cups.

  In that split second I heard a phone go off. It sat on the kitchen side and the caller ID was showing my name.

  I picked it up and pressed the answer button. "Hello..."

  "Georgina fucking Dawson. Where the hell are you?" It was Amy screaming down the phone. Shit! I had forgotten to ring her last night and tell her I was staying. "You better get back here. Remember, you're getting married today." I rolled my eyes... Today was the day.... I looked up and Maxwell was leaning in the doorway giving me that look. That look that makes my insides pulsate with desire. "GEORGE!!!" Oh yeah, I was talking to Amy, well listening.

  "I know," I sighed. "Does anyone know I am not there?"

  "No," she bellowed, I could hear the irritation in her voice. "They will soon. I can only put them off for so long. I want you back here in an hour and if your not I will never talk to you again." With that she put the phone down.

  I took the phone away from ear and placed it back down on the kitchen side. Finally Saturday 26th of May was upon me. My stomach was twisted in knots and my mouth had gone dry.

  Maxwell strolled into the kitchen. "Who was that?" He asked. I continued to stare down and my feet. If I moved the slightest I would pass out.