I put a hand to my forehead, feeling it begin to throb, the beginnings of a headache starting to form behind my eyes. “If I take you to get a damn dress will that make you happy?” I spat out, glancing at her.
Her eyes glittered “Not just a dress, but shoes and a matching bag and jewelry.”
Why didn’t she just ask for the moon while she was at it?
I took a deep breath. “Charlotte, can’t you just wear shoes you already have?”
Big mistake. “They have to match the dress” she screamed, as I jumped “don’t you know anything? Do you want me to be ridiculed in public? You have a lot to learn Johnathon if you’re going to be introduced to the same social circles as me” she added, leaning forward and staring at me intently “there are things that are simply not done.”
I didn’t understand the necessity of buying anything new, but I was also vehemently aware that I needed to keep Charlotte happy if I wanted to make it through this engagement, let alone make the connections and get my hands on her company and the money it would produce.
“Okay, we’ll get whatever you need,” I said agreeably, watching the petulant expression disappear from her face.
“Oh good,” she said happily “We can spend the day out” she added.
I frowned. “I do have to work Charlotte” I reminded her.
She waved a dismissive hand “I already got your assistant to free your schedule up for the rest of the week, until after the engagement party” she said nonchalantly.
I could have killed her. My hand twitched as I fought back the urge to strike her, the first time I have ever felt slightly violent towards a woman. I made a mental note to speak to my assistant about taking orders from somebody other than me. Charlotte was not my wife yet and had no business ordering my employees about.
“Charlotte, in the future speak to me before you do such a thing again,” I told her angrily “My work is important to me and I can’t make a living if I don’t work.”
She looked at me innocently “But we need to start making wedding plans as well” she pointed out “so wouldn’t this be a perfect time to start?”
Wedding plans. I wanted to laugh if it wasn’t so dismal. I coughed, feeling a lump in my throat.
“Sure,” I said faintly “but as far as the wedding goes, whatever you want sweetheart. I think that your opinion would be better than mine, seeing as I don’t particularly know much about weddings.”
The only one I had any knowledge of had been my previous one to Flair’s and it had been done in the courthouse. Flair hadn’t wanted a large wedding or had I convinced myself she didn’t want one? I couldn’t remember. Either way, it had been quick and efficient. I had a feeling that the wedding with Charlotte was going to be long, drawn out, and super expensive, the exact opposite of mine and Flair’s. I swallowed hard and forced a smile on my face.
“So I can have whatever I want?” Charlotte asked excitedly.
Her mood seemed to have improved, I thought disgruntled as I climbed into bed beside her, resigned.
“Anything your heart desires,” I said tiredly.
She perked right up. “Thank you, Johnathon. We’ll go dress shopping tomorrow” she said gleefully “and I have so many ideas about the wedding and what I want it to look like. Oh I’m so excited” she gushed, going off on a tangent as I tried hard to tune her out.
I lay on the bed, staring gloomily up at the ceiling. Charlotte had a smirk on her face. I felt her hand lightly enclose around my clock and glanced at her sharply as she began to slowly rub her hand back and forth while holding it.
“What are you doing?”
She gave me a slow seductive smile “Well it just so happens that I feel like I’m in the mood now” she said with a meaningful look as I sucked in a breath “So why don’t I make you feel good first” she suggested, moving down the bed as I stared at her in shock.
I made a half-hearted attempt to protest and then felt her tongue lick the shaft. I jerked and then exhaled, Charlotte’s eyes gleaming as she began to take my cock in her mouth. I gripped the bedsheets with my hands, my body beginning to tremble as she began to bob her head up and down. All I’d had to do was agree to give her everything she wanted, I thought dazed, as she sucked and licked my cock, and she had decided that she was in the mood for sex. Was this going to happen every time? I felt her begin to deepthroat me and lost control of all my senses. Screw it. Who cared what it took for her to feel in the mood. If she needed a hundred dresses I would agree, if it meant I got to fuck her sweet body like this. I groaned, anticipation flooding through my veins as she pulled back and began to move her body over me, positioning herself over my cock.
Flair POV
By the time dinner was finished, I was pleasantly relaxed, enough so that I placed my head on Grayson’s chest, my face turned towards the window as I looked at the scenery passing by, my eyes fluttering slowly closed, listening to the sound of his heartbeat until I couldn’t help but lightly doze. He felt comfortable. I felt his arms gently wrap around me, even in my sleepy state and when the limousine stopped, he was careful to climb out of the limo, holding me tightly to his chest, instead of shaking me awake, like Johnathon was more prone to do.
My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, my body relaxing against him. I nuzzled my head against his chin and heard him give a low chuckle. His steps were slow and careful, as he made his way upstairs, his grip on me strong as he carried me with relative ease. I heard the sound of the bedroom door slowly creaking open, the soft padding of his footsteps across the room, and then felt my body being gently lowered onto the bed as I yawned, unable to resist the softness of the mattress and the feel of the sheets beneath me.
He pulled my shoes off. I heard more noises as he undressed himself and then I felt the bed dip as he climbed in beside me. His arm went over the side of my body and he pulled me close. Warm, he was so warm. His grip this time was surprisingly tender. He placed a kiss on the back of my head, as I murmured sleepily, and then settled against me. “Sleep” he murmured, as my back snuggled against his chest and our legs intertwined “Gorgeous lady” he added softly.
I surrendered. The morning light woke me, shining softly into the bedroom. I yawned, feeling Grayson’s body pressed against me, his arm still holding me over the side. I felt slightly embarrassed. Had we slept like that all night? But it was nice, I had to admit. Unusual. Johnathon had never been that affectionate. He claimed that it was too hot to cuddle each other. I turned over on my side and studied Grayson’s face, his eyes softly crinkled, his breathing soft and even. He wore a pair of boxer shorts and despite myself, my eyes dipped as I took in the perfection of his abdomen and six-pack. He worked out, hard, from the looks of it. I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to touch him, as I tried to wriggle out from underneath his hold. I must have disturbed him though, because his eyes shot open and he gave a grin.
“Good morning” he chirped, sitting up and running a hand through his disheveled hair “I slept like a log” he added cheerfully.
He was one of those annoying morning people who woke up happy, I concluded grumpily, whereas I needed caffeine to function. His eyes twinkled as he stood up and I tried not to gasp as I took in how gorgeous he looked. I blushed.
“I need coffee” I murmured, standing up and noticing that I was still clad in my dress from the night before.
He smirked “Not a morning person? I thought all you yoga-loving people enjoyed early mornings” he commented with amusement.
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.