“I’m glad,” He picked me up, his large hands caressed my bare butt under my robe, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He put his forehead to mine, and our breathing mingled as he carried us to his bed, my bed, our bed. The anticipation alone of having him had my body flush. I could feel him hardening in between my legs, and he gripped me harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me.
We hit the bed as his lips met mine, my tongue t.hrust into his mouth. There was nothing slow about this, I needed him, now, and we didn’t have much time.
He unzipped his jeans and pulled himself out. I positioned myself on top of him, feeling his velvety tip slide over my s.lick opening.
“Goddess Willa,” He grunted against my lips, “You’re already so fucking wet for me.”
The door opened, and our eyes shot to the intruders; I hoped it wasn’t Emmett even though I knew he was already with Caspien’s parents.
Holden and Cali were at the door.
“Shut the door,” Caspien growled. I was still hovering over him.
“Okay, okay,” Holden said.
They walked in, and he shut it behind him.
“Get out and then shut the door,” Caspien’s voice was low.
“Rachel is here,” Cali said, ignoring him, “Downstairs.”
“What does she want?” Caspien asked. I was glad the robe was covering his n.akedness.
“Not you, pretty boy,” Cali smirked, flicking her eyes to me, “She has something for you from Anthony, apparently.”
“Who is Anthony?” Caspien asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him, “Really? Was that jealousy?” I leaned forward, whispering in his ear, “Your d**k is almost inside of me, and you’re jealous that someone else sent something for me?” I teased him.
His grip on me hardened, and he pushed into me a slight bit more. I had to bite down on my lip.
“It was just a question, princess,” His voice was soft, playful.
He started to call me that as a joke, but I didn’t hate it as much as I used to.
“Yeah, princess,” Holden repeated, and my gaze shot to them. I almost forgot they were there, or I did completely.
Caspien growled, and I reluctantly pulled myself off of him, “Give me a minute,” I sighed and grabbed a dress from the closet.
Caspien looked pained but reluctantly let Cali lead me.
“I’m going to m.urder you,” Caspien lunged at Holden, and Holden ran past us down the hallway.
Cali rolled her eyes, and we followed them; I just hoped they didn’t break anything.
Rachel was waiting by the front door, fidgeting a bit, which seemed so uncharacteristic of her.
“Hi,” I offered her a warm smile.
“Hi,” She looked relieved, a crash sounded behind us, and I rolled my eyes, ignoring them.
“Here, this is from Anthony,” She ignored these sounds too and passed me a long black box, “And I thought this might go well with your outfit. I found it in Paris but haven’t worn it yet. I’ve kept it here, and I guess I was saving it.” She shrugged and held out a velvet box. I placed both of them on the table by the door, opening hers first.
Inside the box was a beautiful tiara with diamonds woven in between white gold branches. It was thin, understated, and almost looked like a headband. It was perfect.
“You don’t have to wear it-” She shrugged.
“I love it,” I touched it before meeting her eyes, “Thank you, you’re like my fairy godmother.” I breathed, and she beamed at me.
In the other box was a pair of long gloves. They were made out of almost sheer, thin, and black material, with the same spirals and whirls on my dress. They matched it perfectly.
“He made them this week, worked on them only himself,” Rachel said.
“I don’t think I can ever thank him enough,” I clutched them to my chest.
“He wants a photo. He also sent this.” She grabbed a bag from the floor behind her and pulled out a polaroid camera and a bottle of champagne.
“That’s more like it,” Cali said, grabbing the champagne, “And it’s chilled,” She whistled appreciatively, “I’ll get some glasses, bring everything up, and I’ll meet you there.”
“Have fun,” Rachel said, eyeing me.
“Do you want to join?” I asked, “I promise I won’t make you do my hair. You can just come for a glass of champagne if you want.” I gave her a genuine smile.
She paused for a moment, “Okay,” I turned towards the steps, and Caspien came out of the kitchen where he must have finally cornered Holden.
“Rachel,” He said icily; his demeanor changed when he saw her.
“She’s helping me get ready,” I explained, my voice leaving no room for argument. He still hasn’t fully forgiven her. That much was obvious. But Rachel has helped me multiple times now, “If you don’t mind, we need a bucket of ice and another bottle of champagne,” I stared at him, and his gaze met mine.
You said you forgave her
An assassin came after our kid because of her
Because of something she drunkenly said, some power-hungry deranged man set that up, not her.
She caused it
Not on purpose
Rachel shifted on her feet.
“Welcome,” Caspien said, nodding to her once and raising an eyebrow at me in a challenge.
“The ice bucket,” I said and walked past him up the stairs, “Please,” I called from the top.
Rachel followed me into my room, and Cali was there moments later.
“So, I was thinking obvious smokey eye, maybe a bit of gold to make her eyes pop. Curled hair but now that we have that tiara, maybe half up, pulled back?” Cali crossed her arms and studied my face, a blank canvas for her. Rachel came to her side and tilted her head.
“I like that. Hair off of her face so that the makeup pops, but since her shoulders and arms are bare I think having some down would be nice. Sexy.” Rachel agreed.
“Let’s get to work,” Cali passed out glasses, “Back in your robe, missy!”
“You really don’t have to help; just enjoy the champagne,” I said to Rachel.
“I want to,” Rachel said, holding out her glass for Cali to fill, “If you do.”
“I would love the help. I’m sure Cali would too. Thanks.” I smiled.
This was a welcome distraction from what would happen in a few hours. The champagne and conversation with them helped to keep my anxiety at bay.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.