Bring me to life (The golden collection) (17 page)

             
              "What did she want?"             

             
I rested my head on top of hers and took in the smell of her hair. It was heaven. "She wants us to go round and have dinner tomorrow. She wants to celebrate."             

             
She sat up and stared at me."You told her and she's happy?"             

             
"Yeah, I think so." She looked as surprised as I was. "Why don't we go to bed and have our own celebration." My voice was low and inviting. Georgina looked up at me, her eyes were red and heavy. Was something wrong?             

             
"Not today," she began, tucking herself tighter into me, "I am not feeling well. I think it was too much champagne last night."             

             
I kissed the top of head. Last night was the best night of my life. I had finally acquired the thing I couldn't live without. I was happy with whatever she wanted. I was here to take care of her and give her the world.             

             
"Just snuggles tonight." A big sleepy grin appeared on her face. "I love you, Georgina Waterman."             

             
"Miss Dawson to you" she smiled and carried on watching TV.

CHAPTER 10

             
I really didn't want to be here. I had the worst day at work ever. Maxwell had been a total ass. The constant snapping and odd remarks actually got to me. The thought of seating round a table with the witch was daunting. Blake had told me about the argument they had yesterday. I could just imagine her pretending to like me-It was not a pleasant thought-I would have to be nice back. I stared down at the glass in my hand. I really wanted to go home. Get into my PJ's and go to bed. I was even thinking about calling in sick tomorrow. I couldn't deal with another day like today. I know I deserved it after what I had done.

             
I thought he said he loved me?

             
How could he turn cold in the click of his fingers?

             
It hurt....
A lot!

             
Now I had to sit round a table celebrating the engagement. I looked round the Waterman’s dinning room. It was beautiful. A large bouquet table with a white table cloth, silver cutlery all shining and a massive silver candle stick placed in the middle. Above the table was the biggest crystal chandelier I had ever seen. It was a breath taking room.             

             
I looked over at Blake he had the massive smile on his face and was studying me.

             
"This would be a perfect place for our wedding? Don't you think?"             

             
We had only been engaged two seconds. I couldn't really contemplate thinking about a wedding day. Especially after the revelation Maxwell had gave me yesterday. His voice was constantly in my head. His words never going away and every time I had that tingle run through my body. It made my blood run cold.

             
Why did I go and see him yesterday?

             
I could of told him at work. I gave a sigh of relief. It was over now. I had to concentrate on Blake. I had been a useless girlfriend lately. I needed us to get our spark back. I had to make this work. Blake loved me and wanted me. He had been man enough to ask me that question and I had agreed. I couldn't go back on my word now and there was no way I could let Blake down.             

             
"Blake! Georgina!" A voice stopped my thoughts in their tracks. Mr Waterman marched into the room with his arms wide open. He looked like an older version of Blake. He must of definitely been a catch in his younger days. He wrapped his arms round me. I must of looked very awkward. "Congratulations" he kissed my cheek and moved away. He shook Blake’s hand and the smile never left his face. "I can't believe it. You two getting married. I couldn't image two people perfect for each other."             

             
Blake wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "Thanks Dad" he beamed. "I couldn't imagine marrying anyone else." There was a time his words would of swept me off my feet. Now, they just made me feel numb.

             
Was this guilt?

             
Or was this Maxwell?

             
I looked up and gave a little smile.

             
What exactly was I doing here?             

             
"Oh okay everyone" the witch ordered as she made her grand entrance. "Everyone take your seats our guests are just parking their car!"              I looked at Blake and narrowed my eyes. He didn't mention guests! He said it would just be the four of us having dinner. I felt like shit anyway but pretending to be happy in front of others-well that was going to be a mission.             

             
"Guests?" Blake asked he had thought same as me.             

             
The witch took her place-At the top of the table (of course)"Yes" she replied. "Sit!"

             
Mr Waterman took his place at the other end and I sat down next to Blake. When I studied the table there were two more places set opposite us. Great, I was going to have to smile! This was going to hurt.             

             
"Congratulations" sang a voice. I couldn't look up. I knew exactly who it was.

             
Why didn't it click when she said guests.??

             
How was I going to stand a night with Vile Veronica?

             
I took a deep breath, looked up and gave a big smile. The smile was soon wiped away. Standing next to Veronica was HIM!!!

             
He looked handsome- white shirt with top button open, jeans and his red hair all floppy. My heart started pounding in my chest and I could feel myself breaking into a cold sweat. This was too much after the way he treated me today.... There was no way I could sit opposite him and pretend nothing had happened.

             
Had he done this on purpose to punish me?

             
Was he that sort of man?

             
Did he now hate me this much that he had to torment me with her? The pain in my stomach hurt.

             
Was he with her now?

             
If so, then the words he said to me were empty. I must of looked like an idiot yesterday.

             
Was he laughing at me?

             
I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of my wine.             

             
"You okay Georgie?" She asked  as they both took their seats. I looked up and felt his eyes burning into me.             

             
"Fine" I nodded not sure where to look. His face was cold. I could of cried. I would never give in. I placed my hand on top of Blake’s. "I couldn't be happier."             

             
"Arr baby" Blake smiled leaning down and kissing my forehead. "You make me happy too." I looked back at Maxwell, he was watching and his mouth remained in that cold straight line.

             
Why was he here?             

             
"Yes, yes, yes" the witch began to wave her arms round. "We all know Blake and Georgina are getting married!"             

             
"Dear!" Mr Waterman said sternly. "This is a happy day. You finally get that daughter you have always wanted. Finally someone else to help me spend the money." He smiled in my direction. "Can't take the bloody stuff with me!"

             
My cheeks flushed and I looked up. He was still watching me and this time a little grin hit his lips. God, that mouth!             

             
The maid entered pushing a trolley. She began to place a bowl of soup in front of all of us. I didn't want to eat. I now felt sick. I wanted to run away and never come back.             

             
"Have you two come up with a date?" Vile Veronica asked. She looked too happy. Of course the question was directed at Blake. Her eyelashes fluttered and she was pouting.             

             
"I want to get married within a month!" Blake confessed. I nearly choked on my soup. My eyes shot to him. "What?" he laughed looking down at me. "I can't wait any longer. I waited two years to ask!" he kissed my lips. I couldn't kiss him back. I was in a state of shock.

             
A month!!!!

             
"Anyway, sooner the better and we can try for kids!" He added.

             
I felt my eyebrows shoot up.

             
KIDS!!!!!

             
He had it all planned.

             
SHIT!!!
             

             
"We can do it within a month" the witch smiled. She was smiling was that a good sign?

             
I couldn't bare to be in this room any more. I had to get some fresh air. Everything was happening so fast.

             
Married in a month?

             
Kids?              

             
"Mm mm" I said. "Excuse me?" Blake looked concerned. "Toilet" I mouthed, he smiled and I made my exit. I ran down the hallway and through the door into the courtyard. Once outside I could finally breath. I wrapped my arms around myself and slowly walked over to a bench. Finally I could think. I wish I could cast a spell and make everything disappear.

             
Kids?

             
Marriage?

             
Blake?

             
Maxwell?

             
What had happened?

             
I took a deep breath and felt numb. Everything had gone out of my control. Was I no longer in charge? I wanted to be that clumsy waitress again. She was carefree and only had her eyes set on a career.             

             
I closed my eyes and rested my head back. I needed someone but I wasn't sure who. No one was ever there when I needed them. I had spent most of life alone apart from Dee. Now I didn't even know where she was. I felt guilt,  anger, loneliness and now love for a man that was out of my reach.

             
Why had things got so complicated?

             
Why did I allow myself to get dragged into this situation??

             
I should of never had sex with Maxwell...  EVER!!! 

             
What was wrong with me??

             
A few weeks ago this would of made me feel complete. I always wanted to marry Blake. Who wouldn't? He was good looking, fit and adored me. He would do anything for me. Yet I had this urge. A horrible urge for Maxwell. I did crave him. The thought of the day before ran through my head. His hands on my body and his perfect lips  kissing my neck. I groaned in pleasure. 

             
"What you thinking about?" said a voice.             

             
I looked up and HE was standing over me. I sat up and pulled my shoulders back. Wouldn't he want to know? Even in the dark he was one hell of a man. Strong, broad and tall. The moonlight hit his hair and the red jumped out at you. My eyes looked at his mouth. That magic mouth. How I would want that mouth on me right now. To process it and feel it on my bare skin. I pushed my legs together tightly. It was wrong to want HIM as much as I did.             

             
He took a seat next to me, pulled out his cigarette box, took one out and lit it. He turned to look at me. "What's wrong with you?"             

             
I shrugged and made my eyes divert from that mouth. How I wish I was that cigarette.  "What are you doing here?" I finally managed to ask.             

             
He tilted his head to the side and gave that smile. "You." He flicked some ash and carried on smoking the cigarette.             

             
"Why her?"             

             
"You jealous?" he laughed. I looked away. "You are? Oh, Miss Dawson you are a funny little woman. I'm jealous too you know. I wanted to reach over the table and drown that prick in his soup." He clenched his fist. "Knob! I can't bare him to touch you."             

             
"If anyone was a knob today it was YOU!" I snapped. I placed my head in my hands and groaned. This was a mess. I was a mess! Never in my life would I of thought it was possible to feel this way over two men.