A single tear falls down her face and all she says is, “I don’t want you to try to be him. I want you, Anders. I don’t want to be showered with gifts by anyone. I’m not that person, and you should know that. I wasn’t marrying Wren for his bank account.”
Giselle has always been independent, and I realize how badly I screwed up. I know her. I even doubted myself this morning, but I was so stuck on making things right that I refused to see what was right in front of me.
“I’m so sorry. Will you ever forgive me for making a complete idiot of myself?”
She taps her finger against her chin before breaking out into the biggest grin, saying, “I think that could be arranged.”
“Why don’t we skip dinner and go straight for dessert?” I ask while dragging her away from the entrance back toward the dining room. Might as well make use of all the rose petals in the room.
“Here?” she whispers while she looks around the dining room.
“Why are you whispering?”
“What if somebody hears us?” She’s still whispering.
I chuckle. “I sent everyone home after you ran out. We’re the only ones here.”
Her mouth forms a small O and I pull her body to me.
“We’re going to finish what we started yesterday.”
Ripping her t-shirt off over her head, I’m met with something I’m unfamiliar with underneath. I tilt my head to the side and study the brightly colored garment. There are about a million different straps across the front, and the lacy material doesn’t hide a damn thing. It’s sexy as fuck, but I have no idea how to remove it.
Stepping toward her, I palm both of her breasts through the thin material and flick her hardened nipples with my thumbs. Giselle throws her head back and moans loudly, the sound echoing even more than it did with the acoustics in her bathroom. I lean forward and run my tongue along her earlobe then whisper, “Giselle, you look like a fucking sex goddess, but what are you wearing and how do I get it off of you? I’m afraid to rip it, and it looks pretty fucking expensive.”
She giggles while leaning her head to the side, and I greedily nibble on her neck. I run my tongue down the length of her throat, starting at her favorite place behind her ear. I discovered that little spot on our night together so many months ago. “It’s a bralette. You just lift it over my head.”
Placing my hands on her sides, I slide the thin fabric up and off, and she moans at the friction of it rubbing against her nipples. Leaning down, I circle one with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and sucking it. I pay extra attention to both as I slide her leather leggings down her body, and she takes off both those and her shoes. And what a body it is. She stands before me completely naked and looking absolutely gorgeous. Why was I such an idiot before? Why was I not with this woman?
I stalk toward her and lift her up onto the table behind us. Her arms instinctively go to cover up her body and I shake my head, placing her hands on either side of her on the small table. Her breathing hitches as I gently put both heels back on her feet and place each one on chairs to the side. She’s completely open to me, and I’m ready for my dessert.
“Leave your arms and legs where they’re at or I’ll have to tie you up,” I grunt out to her. Fuck, I’m so hard, and my mouth is salivating seeing her on display like this for me, only me.
Her chest heaves as her breathing picks up, and all she says is, “What if I want you to tie me up?”
Fuck, my woman is kinky. If it’s possible, I think I harden even more in my pants. All I want to do right now is slam right into her, but I hold off, knowing I need a taste first.
I drop down to my knees in front of her, and I can already tell she’s saturated. “Later,” I tell her as I lean forward and run my tongue from her clit down to her ass.
She starts to scoot away, but I put my hands on her thighs, holding her in place. I look up at her staring back down at me, and she says, “I’ve never had anyone touch me there before.”
“Here?” I ask as I flatten my tongue and thrust it into her pussy.
“Ahhh,” she says breathlessly, throwing her head back. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
I suck her clit into my mouth and her thighs shake in my hands. “Here?”
The noises coming out of her aren’t even remotely words, and I release her with a pop.
“Not there either.”
I knew what she was talking about all along and I slide my tongue back down her center then dip the tip into her anus.
“Holy fuck!” she shouts as I continue teasing her there.
I release her and say, “No anal play today, but you can guarantee we’ll be coming back to that another day.”
Her eyes are glazed, and she smiles, saying, “Okay.”
She closes her eyes and I don’t go easy on her this time. It’s a full-on assault of licking, thrusting, and sucking with my tongue. Her breathing gets faster every time I suck on her clit. I nibble on it, and that’s all it takes before she’s outright screaming.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she chants over and over again.
I thrust two fingers inside of her as the walls of her pussy contract and suck them right in. I don’t stop my assault on her until the waves stop and she comes back down. I don’t give her much time to recover as I pull my pants down and slide on the condom I had in my pocket. In one thrust, I slide all the way in.
This time she releases her hands and wraps them around my neck, slamming her lips onto my own. We devour each other’s mouths, and I don’t think there’s anything sexier than a woman getting turned on tasting herself. We both moan in tandem each time I slide out and all the way back in. I can feel myself starting to build up to my release and I reach down between us, rubbing her to take her there with me.
That does the trick, and almost instantly we’re riding out our releases together. My motions become frenzied as I continue pounding into her, and she sucks me right in.
It might be a cliché to say the words right now, but I can’t help it. “I love you, Giselle.”
Her breaths are coming out just as fast as mine, and she has the biggest smile on her face as she says, “I love you too Anders.”
Chapter Twenty
Giselle
When I woke up this morning, I had the urge to film a video, but then I looked at my schedule for what I had originally planned, and I changed my mind almost immediately. I’m supposed to be on my honeymoon right now and I wanted to do a beach look with the ocean as my backdrop.
Not happening.
So instead I’ve been thinking about other things. Yesterday was intense, to say the least. I hope that Anders got the hint and doesn’t try to go over the top with things between us anymore. As if he’s reading my mind, my phone alerts me to a new text message.
Anders: I have a surprise for you. Can you meet me here?
Anders: *ADDRESS*
Me: I thought we talked about this.
Anders: I promise, it’s not like yesterday.
Me: How should I be dressed?
Anders: Wear whatever you want.
Anders: I take that back. Wear comfortable shoes.
Me: Okay…
I glance down at my outfit wondering if I should change for the day. Nope, Anders said comfortable, so he’s going to get me in my spandex leggings, oversized t-shirt, and Converse. If we’re truly going to be together, then he needs to see how I look every day. Most days are sweatpants or leggings with baggie shirts. My face might be glam on video days, but that’s not how I look most days.
Sliding into my car, I pop the address into my GPS and hit route without looking at where I’m actually going. Today I feel like living dangerously and by that, I mean keeping the surprise alive and not knowing until I actually get there.
I make my final turn and pull into a parking spot.
The zoo?
Is this right? I glance down at the address he gave me and sure enough, I’m at the right spot. I climb out of my car and make my way toward
the entrance where Anders is bouncing on his toes waiting for me. He has the biggest smile on his face as he walks toward me meeting me halfway.
“So? How did I do?” Anders asks while motioning behind him.
To be honest, I’m kind of blown away. I haven’t been to the zoo since I was a kid. It definitely didn’t happen often either. But somehow, he knew that bringing me here is just the thing I need to drag me out of this funk I have fallen into.
Who knows, maybe I’ll even film a video later on.
I step forward and wrap my arms around his neck and whisper into his ear, “It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”
I kiss him on the cheek before taking a step back. He’s absolutely beaming at me when he asks, “Where to first?”
Before I get the chance to answer him, Anders does it for me. “Let me guess. First, we’ll find a popcorn cart and grab two bags because we both know you’re a popcorn hog.”
My mouth falls open and the retort is right on the tip of my tongue to remind him he’s always stealing my popcorn, but he winks at me and continues his speech.
“And then we’ll travel to the African Rainforest to watch some pink birdies flap around their habitat. Sound like a plan?”
“Pink birdies? Flamingos are gorgeous and majestic. In my opinion, they’re absolutely perfect.”
Anders steps toward me and pulls me to him and plants a kiss on my mouth. With our lips barely touching he whispers, “It’s just too easy to rile you up, you know that?”
I untangle myself from him and walk toward the ticket counter calling over my shoulder, “Just for that we’re getting our faces painted and you’re paying for it.”
* * *
Today was an absolutely perfect day. It wasn’t over the top and nobody was trying to hard. We laughed, we ate all the food, and just enjoyed ourselves with zero drama involved. It brought me back to the day Anders and I spent on the pier when we were teenagers. He kept stealing my popcorn, which I let him do, and we just had fun.
I let out a chuckle as I think about Anders walking around with a bright pink flamingo on his face all day long. I was only kidding when I mentioned the face painting, but when we passed the booth, he dragged me to it. When the woman mentioned glitter, he agreed wholeheartedly that you can’t have a majestic flamingo without glitter.
My love for that man knows no bounds. I love that he can be so serious about his businesses in one instance and then the next he’s acting like a kid and having the time of his life.
We ended the date with a passionate kiss in the parking lot before parting ways. I’m not going to say I regret our mind-blowing sex session in his restaurant dining room, but it was nice to have a date that didn’t end up with us in bed together. Part of me worried that our relationship was going to be only about the physical and I’m glad I was wrong about that.
My phone dings with a notification and before I even open it, I know it’s another QuickFeed article. So much for a drama-free day.
What I’m not expecting is for the entire article to be about Wren. Tears start to well in my eyes when I see the title and for some sick reason, I tap on the link to read the whole thing.
Wren Danzig Might Not Be As Happy As He’s Letting On
Sasha Nichols
QuickFeed Staff
Wren Danzig is currently filming a secret movie. The set is closed to media and all information has been very hush hush. The only thing that has been released is the filming location of Atlanta, Georgia. Do with that information as you wish.
The stars of the show have been spotted around town. CLICK HERE to check out some of the candid shots fans have been taking. Missing from the bunch has been none other than the star of the show, Wren.
Is it possible that he’s too heartbroken—from his breakup with Giselle Outlaw—to mingle with his co-stars and fans? Or is he spending his time focusing on work and doing everything he can to ensure another award season sweep? Sound off with your thoughts and opinions in the comments below.
My heart breaks for Wren and I feel so responsible. The happiness I felt from the perfect day Anders and I just had strips completely away. It feels incredibly wrong.
All of my previous texts to Wren have still gone unanswered and I know I need to leave him alone. I just can’t help but think about how quickly I’ve bounced from his arms to Anders’. Should I be allowed to be so happy right now while he isn’t?
It just doesn’t seem fair to him at all.
Chapter Twenty-One
Giselle
I’ve been avoiding my phone and social media at all costs lately. My uploading schedule for ViewTube used to be so strict and rigorous. Every Monday and Friday a brand-new video would pop up, but I haven’t uploaded anything in almost two weeks, and my social media has been pretty dark. I don’t know what even compels me to open up one of my apps, but I do and instantly regret it when I click on the very first message.
luver4life369: Ungrateful bitch.
What reason would someone even have to send a message like that? It’s just mean and hateful. I don’t know if it’s all the emotions that have been building up lately or what, but I find myself actually typing out a response to this person.
giselleoutlaw: Why would you say something like that to a complete stranger? You obviously think you know who I am, so it’s only fair if I know who you are as well.
luver4life369: Wouldn’t you like to know?
giselleoutlaw: Yeah, that’s why I messaged you back.
luver4life369: You had a good thing and you royally fucked it up. I hope you never make a dime again in your life.
giselleoutlaw: I’m sorry, but how does my personal life have anything to do with you?
luver4life369: It has everything to do with me. You stupid bitch.
giselleoutlaw: What? I don’t even know what that means.
luver4life369: All I’m saying is karma is coming after you.
giselleoutlaw: I’m sorry, but I don’t know who you are. You have no idea what happened in a situation very personal to me. If you don’t stop harassing me, I’ll have to report you to the authorities.
*Message not sent. User has turned off messaging or blocked you from contacting them.*
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I can’t with these damn trolls.”
I shouldn’t have replied. I shouldn’t have fed into the nonsense, but I am so sick and tired of being dragged through the mud because of everything that happened. The situation was shitty, but the only people who know what went down are me, Anders, and Wren. No one else knows, and yet they all think they have the right to speculate and spread rumors that have zero basis in the truth.
“Trolls? Are you watching that Justin Timberlake movie? I know Luna is obsessed with it, but I can only take so much. Plus my heart dies a little every time knowing my daughter only knows who he is because of a character in a kid’s movie.”
“That’s your fault Momma for not turning on the nineties pop music. How do you expect her to get a music education if you don’t teach her?”
I toss my cell phone onto the couch beside me and look up as Tinley and Dakota come waltzing into my living room. I gave Marek a key for emergencies when I first moved in, but if these two are going to constantly come over unannounced, I might have to consider asking for it back.
Shaking my head, I say, “No, not the movie. Just dumb internet trolls. It’s not a big deal.”
Dakota lets out a harsh laugh, saying, “Oh girl, I could tell you some stories. How much time do we have?”
I turn to Tinley’s best friend and study her. Dakota has long bottle-blonde hair and the perfect tan. She looks like every girl I hated in high school and yet she’s absolutely nothing like them. She can be a bitch at times, but she’s fiercely protective of the ones she loves. She’s the kind of woman you want on your side, not against you.
“Stories?” I ask.
She grabs a bottle of rosé from my fridge and cracks it open, taking a swig directly from it before
crashing on the couch next to me. Part of me feels like I should be pissed off that she’s just helping herself to my shit, but day drinking does sound pretty good right about now, especially after the virtual conversation I just had. With a shrug, I take a big drink before passing it to Tinley.
Dakota nods her head and says, “Oh yeah. Remember that blog I started that got me fired from work? I didn’t really think about it at the time, but from the beginning, I set it up so that I had to moderate comments, and thank God for small miracles. I got trolled like nobody’s business, but obviously I never let those comments go through.”
I had completely forgotten about Dakota’s blog. Tinley and Dakota used to work at the same call center where Marek works. She started an anonymous blog describing conversations she had with customers and after it went viral, Wanderlust Internationals fired her.
Moderating the comments? That’s not something I’ve ever done. Sure, there’s drama all the time in the beauty world, but until recent events, I’ve pretty much flown under the radar when it comes to all that. “Oh yeah? What kind of things would people post?” I ask, honestly curious about how bad things can get.
“I’m sure you’re all too familiar with keyboard warriors?”
I nod my head because that is definitely something I’m familiar with. I don’t know what it is, but when people hide behind their computer screen, it’s like they are suddenly awarded with superpowers and become invincible. They don’t care who is on the receiving end of their comments. People can be downright mean and nasty.
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