by Kam Carr
I rolled my eyes... Of course Jay would have rang him. No doubt he was under strict instructions to keep an eye on me. I couldn't hold on to this guilt any more. I had to tell him. I could never keep anything from my Mr Golden Rule.
“Riley kissed me” I confessed. I watched his hand clench into a fist and he threw the glass against the wall. It smashed and made me jump. I reached out to touch him. “It's okay, I dealt with it.”
He jumped off the bed and began pacing. “It's okay? Okay? Now do you understand?” He screamed, it looked like he was about to explode.
“Understand what?”
He stopped moving and his eyes were on fire with anger. “Why I’m the way I am with you? I need to control and protect you. Another fucker has laid a finger on my wife and she says its okay.” He let out a little air and ran his hands through his hair.
“Maxwell” I cried.
He held up his hand. “I can't deal with this.” He hissed and stormed out slamming the door behind him.
***
Maxwell
I hadn't spoken to Georgina all day yesterday. I had locked myself away in my office and blocked out the whole world. The 21 missed calls on my phone showed she must have been worried about me. I just didn't want to talk to her until I had done something.
There was a knock on the door, finally the person I had been waiting for. “Come in,” I ordered and that prick walked in. He looked uncomfortable and I took pleasure watching his discomfort. “Take a seat.”
He sat down in front of me without even attempting to make eye contact with me. On the side of his face was a perfect imprint of Georgina's engagement ring. A little smile came to my lips, she was right, she had dealt with it. I got up and walked round behind him. I placed my hands on the back of his chair and he instantly tensed up. He was afraid of me... I still had it.
“My wife informs me that you kissed her” I hissed.
“Yes” he mumbled, he swallowed hard and shifted in his seat. “With all due respect Georgina didn't oblige to any of my advances.”
“I can see that by the mark on your face.” I leaned over right next to his ear and he tensed up more. He was pathetic and I was enjoying tormenting him. “You see I have this obsessive compulsion where my wife is concerned. I don't like other men placing there dirty hands over what is mine.” I quickly stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. He froze and I wanted to laugh.
“Normally, I of beaten the shit out you, but looks like Georgina got to you before I did. Guess you're lucky this time.”
“I'm sorry, Mr Thomas” he said looking down at his hands.
“Glad to hear it... I would fire you but that would be too easy. Instead I have decided that from now on you’re my client and you are to have nothing to do with my wife.” He nodded. “I own you now, Riley, do you understand?” He nodded again. “I can't hear you.”
“Yes” he quickly replied.
“Good you’re free to go.” Riley jumped out of the seat and raced to the door. “Oh, one more thing,” I turned round to face him. “Ever do it again and I will chop your fingers off and send them to you.” I changed the tone of my voice to a more cheery and upbeat tone.
“Have a good day” and I gave him my smile. His eyes widened and he ran out the door.
I gave a little chuckle and shook my head. How pathetic was that twat? I had to ring Georgina now and sort everything out. She must have been feeling like shit and I hadn't helped matters. I ran my hands through my hair and let out a little air. Could we recover from this?
***
Georgina
I slammed down the phone. What was he playing at? I had spent a whole day worrying about him and he had been sat in his office. Why didn't I go and check when I got to work? It was such an obvious place everything with him was about work.
I stood up from my desk and left my office. I couldn't wait to see him and give him a piece of my mind. He had overreacted and left me to deal with it all alone.
I couldn't wait for the lift and decided to take the two flights of stairs. Why had he acted like that? Why had he blanked me till now? Suddenly I was full of dread. What if this was going to be bad? What if he had done something in New York?
My legs began to shake. I couldn't imagine him touching another
Woman and telling them the same things he said to me. His was mine and mine completely.
Surely I was just jumping to conclusions and everything was fine. I stepped into the lobby and I wasn't feeling as confident as I did a few minutes ago.
“Morning, Mrs Thomas” Maxwell's assistant smiled at me. I reluctantly smiled back and stepped into his office. He was sat at his desk and immediately looked up. He was a mess, still in the same clothes as before, unshaven and his hair all roughed up. It was his eyes that haunted me the most, red and puffy. He hadn't slept and my heart broke at the sight of this troubled man. I sat down in front of him and he finally smiled. His eyes warmed a little and relief filled me. Everything was fine.
“Hey” he whispered.
“Hey” I whispered back.
He reached out over his desk and grabbed hold of my hand. He held it tight, leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on my wedding band. My heart skipped a beat. “I missed you” he began. “I'm sorry I never took your calls. I just needed to think?”
“Think?”
“About us” he said slowly.
I snatched my hand away and swallowed hard. Maybe everything wasn't fine after all. I nervously shifted in my seat. He rubbed his brow and let out a sigh of frustration. I just studied him not even saying a word.
“Why are we not getting along?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I know it’s my fault and I should have never gone to New York.” He had my attention and I looked back at him. I watched the despair fill his face and his wonderful mouth was turned down at the sides. I couldn't bear to see my beautiful Mr Golden Rule in pain. I jumped out of my seat and climbed on to his lap. My arms clung round his strong neck. I never wanted to let him go.
He returned my hug with the same need. He ran his nose through my hair. “Let’s go to tonight” he whispered into my ear.
“Where? Paris?”
“No!” He laughed. I never thought I would hear that sound again. “The north pole.”
“What about the children's schooling?”
“I'll give a donation” he replied. My hands gripped hold of his face and I looked deep into his eyes. “The children will love it and I need to make it up to my wife.” His voice lowered. “I should have never missed your birthday, Georgina. Do you forgive?”
I ran a hand down his cheek, with my lips close to his. “I will always forgive you, Maxwell” I breathed. “I can't live without you.” Our lips met in a wonderful stomach flipping kiss.
He pulled away and raised my left hand. “Just never let me get on the wrong side of you” he chuckled. “As this thing,” he kissed my engagement ring. “Can cause serious damage.”
I looked down at my ring and tilted my head....What was he talking about?
CHAPTER FIVE
Blake Waterman
“I was thinking about coming to LA and seeing you” I waited for Riley's reaction. It had been a while since we had last spoken. I was pretty sure he would hang up when he realized it was me, but he didn't, thank god.
“I don't know, Blake” he sighed.
“I'm a changed man” trying my best to convince. I guess a few people still thought of me as that kidnapping freak. At that time I was just in a bad place and wasn't thinking clearly. After all Georgina had left me, I had beat my Mum after finding out what she did, I lost my job and I was responsible for splitting my parents up. All this seemed to happen within weeks of each other.
“Riley... Please” I begged. “My Mum has died and my marriage is over. I need to get away and I really need my best friend. I promise no dumb shit.”
“Okay” he finally agreed. “You better be on your best behaviour” he warned.
“Thank you” I was relieve
d. “I'll call you when I have sorted out all the details.” I put the phone down. Thank god, I was finally going to get out of Oxford. I could no longer bare this place.
Hopefully, fingers crossed everything went to plan. I wanted to try and get some work out there and somewhere to live. I had nothing left in Oxford any more. My Mother had left me some money, so that would be a big help until I found work.
Me and Amy were half way through our divorce. What was I thinking marrying that control freak? All she cared about was making money and her failing business.
My Mother had passed away a few months ago and I had started thinking about my life. I had learned a lot about myself in the last few months and I no longer wanted to be here. I wanted to start living my life my way and no was going to hold me back any longer.
LA was going to be my new start, new job, new house, a new life and maybe finally meet that special person.
The 12 hour flight had been physically draining. I was stood outside the airport waiting for Riley. I'd managed to get a seat on a flight a few hours after calling him. I hoped he hadn't changed his mind. I had never been to LA before and didn't have a clue about hotels. A black convertible pulled up along side me. I looked over at the driver; his dark hair gelled back, black sunglasses and wearing a tight white T-shirt.
“Well... Well... Well, what do we have here then?” He asked while giving a pure white Hollywood smile. This place had made its impact on him.
“What have they done to you?” I joked, throwing my suitcase into the back-seat of his car and jumping into the passenger’s seat.
He gave a little shrug. “Can I help it if I'm a lucky son of a bitch?” He hadn't lost his charm with words. He pulled off and we speeded down the road. “How long you staying for?”
“Not sure yet” I lied, it was too early to reveal my plans. I began to take in the views. For the first time in a long while I felt free and happy. I had missed out on so much, well, not any more. Blake Waterman was moving on up.
“I'm free to show you around today, but tomorrow I have filming.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Filming? I thought you did modelling.”
“I'm in soap. I play Alex a troubled man who seems to sleep with everyone” a massive smile appeared on his face.
“Impressive! Just like this car.”
He looked very smug and I didn't blame him. Riley was living his dream. “All thanks to George.” His voice trailed off and he started shifting in his seat.
What was all that about? Was it going to be like this every time her name was mentioned? I had got over it.... It had been five years.
Riley quickly looked at me. “I kissed her” he confessed and his eyes went back on to the road. “That's why I have the mark on my face.”
“Yeah” I laughed. “She has a good left hook.” I rested my head back on the seat. I wondered what she looked like now. Was she still that tiny woman who still needed to be taken care of? Had she finally learned to cook? A slight smile appeared on my lips.
“Stop thinking about her” Riley bellowed, immediately all my thoughts were deleted. “Otherwise I'll be dropping back off at the airport. I really don't need you causing me any more problems.”
I turned to look at me. “Riley, I have changed. I am not obsessed with her any more.” Why did it feel like I was lying?
I guess I was hoping to run in with her. Not because I wanted to be with her, I just wanted to see she was okay. My caring for her had never gone. There was no harm in that was there?
Maybe that's why my marriage had broken down. Amy never allowed me to care for her. She controlled every aspect of our lives and I always felt like a spare part.
“How is she?” I finally asked.
“Good” Riley nodded. “I mean, I don't think she is happy and she seems a little lonely.” He quickly stopped and glared at me. “That's all I am telling you and I don't want you to mention her again!”
“Deal” I agreed.
“Good” he pulled the car into a car park. “Beer?” I nodded in response. He parked the car and we both got out. Riley led me into a bar. He strutted over to the bar and ordered. A few women had noticed him. Riley gave them a full on sexy smile, he hadn't changed one bit – he had to give me a lesson on how he did that. We both grabbed our beer bottles and headed over to a spare table. We sat down and I noticed his eyes were still on the women.
“There are two” he smirked taking a sip of his beer. “Take your pick.”
“Take my pick?” I felt my eyebrows shoot up. “They are people not prizes!”
He slowly looked up with a screwed up face. Okay, I did sound like a woman. “I know... They are women and you are on holiday. How about we shake things up and get you a holiday romance?” I threw my head back and laughed. Holiday romance. Isn't that what women read about. “Blake, seriously just have some fun!”
His words circled around my head. Fun? Wasn't that why I had come here in the first place? I really did need it. I looked over at the woman and they were both staring back smiling. They were both blonde and attractive. It was the petite one that caught my attention.
I stood up. “Where you going?” Riley asked.
“To have some fun!”
It was time to get this holiday started!
CHAPTER SIX
Georgina
I looked around the hotel suite it was amazing. My Mr Golden Rule had gone all out and got us the penthouse suite in the four Seasons hotel. I had never seen anything so beautiful. A wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower from our balcony. I was actually glad that Maddy and Jay had come with us. They were sharing with the kids. I wanted me and Maxwell to play lots of games and with children around it wouldn't have been easy.
I felt Maxwell's arms cling around me and I rested my head back on his shoulder. I was in heaven, shame it had taken so long to get here.
“Does my Mrs Thomas approve?” He whispered in my ear and placing a kiss on my cheek.
“Very much so” I smiled.
“Tonight I am going to make it up to you for leaving you alone on your birthday.”
“How?”
He raised a hand and pointed to the Eiffel Tower. “There... We are having dinner and going to go to the First Floor. I'm going to wine, dine and violate you up there!”
My eyes opened wide. “I have nothing to wear.”
“Oh, you do... You think I didn't wander about that. I have a new dress for you in the wardrobe.”
I spun round to face him. I felt like a child at Christmas. “Let me see!”
“No!” He said in his boss voice.
“Maxwell... What colour is it?”
He tilted his head to the side and gave me that look. “Mrs Thomas, why have you got to be inquisitive all the time?”
“Maxwell!” I yelled in frustration.
He slowly shook his head and that wicked smirk slowly appeared across his mesmerizing mouth. “All in good time, Mrs Thomas. All in good time.”
I stood back and looked at my reflection. A wonderful cream and Navy chiffon boob-tube dress and of course it was Jenny Peckham. He had brought me cream high heeled Jimmy Choos. My husband certainly had taste.
I had kept my make-up basic, little blush and lip gloss. My blonde hair rested gracefully on my shoulders. I narrowed my eyes. I hadn't really changed much from when I met Maxwell. Even though I had boob job last year, I was still the same. I heard Maxwell bang on the bathroom door.
“George!” He yelled. “We need to go now!” I rolled my eyes. Everything was always down to time. He was such a control freak.
I took in one more look and smiled contently. “Coming” I sang as I opened the bathroom door. Maxwell was sat on the bed, going through his phone. He slowly looked up and his jaw dropped. I loved in that even after five years being together I could still impress him.
It was breathtaking staring down at Paris at night. A glass of champagne and the man I loved by my side. Our meal had been fantastic and everything Maxwell promised it would be. He
could behind as I gazed from our hotel balcony. The heat and his hard body pressed against me.
His hand gripped hold of my waist, the other hand moved up to zipper on my dress. My breathing started to get rapid and that desire filled my body.
“I think this would look better off” he growled in my ear as the dress dropped to the floor. His hand moved down my bare back, and I felt his erection pressed against my behind. I wanted him deep inside me. I wanted to get lost in the orgasmic world we shared together.
His thumbs dripped into the waistband of my panties and slowly he pulled them down my legs; placing hot kisses on my skin as he followed their path.
I closed my eyes and embraced the moment. This man was everything I ever needed. There was no other who made me feel this way. Walking into that interview had been the best decision of my life and I would never give him up.
He stood back up, his hand slipping between my legs and massaging my sweet spot making me sleek and ready for him. I let out a groan as I heard the zip of his trousers. The champagne glass slipped from my fingers and smashed on the ground. I gripped hold of the balcony, pushing my arse out. I needed him. I needed him now.
“Impatient, Mrs Thomas” he laughed in my ear. I groaned in response, as his magic fingers played and almost brought me to the edge. His index finger dipped inside of me and I let out a louder moan of pleasure.
“Just how I like you, Georgina. Wet and ready for me.” His finger disappeared and he plunged deep inside of me. The scream that left my mouth was unavoidable.
He began to thrust and move his hips, hitting that deep spot inside of me. One hand gripped hard on my waist as he pounded into me. The other hand grabbed hold of my hair, pulling my head back.
“Harder” I panted. He growled and picked up speed, quickly sending me to orgasmic heaven. My hot body with the cold Paris air only added to the sensation. The tingles started at my toes and worked there through my body. My heard thumped against my chest. My whole body shook and went crazy.