Bring me to life (The golden collection) (27 page)

             
"Is this what you were doing yesterday?" she coughed. I wasn't sure if she approved or thought it was stalker behaviour. I slowly nodded. "And the quote-Did my heart love 'till now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'till this night. Where’s that from?"

             
I bent down to her level and grabbed hold of her hands. "It's from Romeo and Juliet. It's when Romeo meets Juliet for the first time and it's exactly what I thought about you the first time we met."

             
Her eyes cleared and she placed a hand on my cheek. "Oh Maxwell it's beautiful" She lent forward and  our lips met. The sweetest most intense kiss of my whole entire life. Her hands were in my hair gently massaging my head.

             
I pulled away our noses still touching. "Why don't we have our own private celebration. I could get us a hotel room and we could spend the whole day together." I held my breath while she thought about it. "Please, it could be our farewell to each other."

             
"But if this does happen?" Her eyes looked away and I could hear the sadness in her voice. "I will have to stop working here and it
will
be our final farewell. As I am getting to the point that I can't trust myself around you anywhere."

             
"Just stick to the golden rule, Georgina" I begged.

             
"There's no point. We just broke it!" she whispered.

             
She was right we had just broken it. I needed her badly it hurt.

             
"I love you Maxwell even if you don't love me any more and I need closure. We spend the day together like you said and that will be it. We will never see each other again." I hugged her tight. "It will be better this way for both of us."

             
I blocked out her words. I couldn't imagine never seeing her again. However, if this what she wanted then I guess I had no choice. No matter what I did she was still going to marry that fucker. I had no choice but to agree. If I wanted to spend a day with her it was going to be on her terms. As much as I despised them. But it was the only way I would get a fix of the woman who I loved more in the entire world.

CHAPTER 16

             
The hotel room was grand. The bed was a massive four posted one; Made out of solid wood with red velvet drapes. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

             
I felt sick. I didn't know whether to be here or not. What if Blake turned up and found out we were both gone? I know he would put everything together and come searching for me.

             
I looked over at Maxwell he was undoing his tie while he spoke to room service. I was sad too... Me and my big mouth. It had to be done now. All week I had distracted myself from his advances. After seeing what he did on his computer taking all the time to make it. Well that melted my heart. The quote was out of this world. I can"t believe  I asked where it was from exactly what did I study at Uni? Maybe he did love me after all. Maybe he said he didn't in Cannes so I would hate him and stop loving him.  There was no maybe about it. He did love me. I loved him and in less than two weeks I was getting married to Blake.

             
Surely I couldn't be in love with two people at once? Was it possible or did I just think I was in love with both. Whatever it was today was the end of Georgina Dawson and Maxwell Thomas. After today there would be no more. My heart sank and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

             
Why was this difficult?

             
Why was everything difficult lately?

             
It wasn't fair maybe if I had met Maxwell before Blake?

             
What would of happened? I shook my head now I was just being stupid.

             
"Hey" Maxwell sighed running his fingers through my hair. I looked up even with a broken nose he was handsome. It gave him more  of a bad boy look and that was sexy.               "You can talk to me I won't bite" His eyes lit up with amusement. "That ... Hard!!"

             
I laughed and hugged him tight. I had missed the way  he smelt and felt. "Oh Maxwell" I let out my agony. "It's not fair!" I ran my fingers up and down his strong broad chest. "Why does it have to be this way?"

             
He pulled away still holding on to my wrists. He looked directly in my eyes. "Don't marry Blake!" he replied sternly.

             
I rolled my eyes. Hadn't we had this fight before and it resulted both times in me leaving. I didn't want to leave this time. I had made a promise never to run.

             
"I really don't want to speak about Blake. Let's spend time together like we were meant to in Cannes and not worry about anything to till the end of today."

             
"Okay I promise."

             
There was a knock on the door.

             
“Champagne!" He cheered. He walked over to the door and a man walked in pushing a trolley. There was champagne and strawberries. Maxwell tipped the man and he left.

             
"Would Miss Dawson like a glass?" he laughed he knew I would never refuse. He poured me a glass and strutted back over to me. "Here".

             
I took a sip and it tasted fantastic. "Wonderful" I gushed not once talking eyes away from his handsome face.

             
"Come" he walked off and I followed. He led me into a room and there was a massive bath. "Jacuzzi, shell we? It would be rude on to" He pouted and I tried to look stern.

             
It didn't work. I could feel myself biting  down on my lip.

             
"I have no bathing suit" I teased.

             
He stepped forward and whispered in my ear. "We don't need bathing suits for what I have planned."

             
I looked up and he had that wicked but sexy smile. I took a deep breath. I could already feel myself getting hot and wanton. The  thought of him inside me with the water surrounding us was turning me on. He removed the glass from my hand and placed both on the edge of the Jacuzzi. Slowly he began to undo each button on my blouse.

              "You are beautiful, Miss Dawson" He began to trail kisses down my neck and on the bare skin  which an undone button exposed. His hands swept back up to my shoulders and slowly he removed my blouse completely. He stood up and he grinned wickedly at me. It was his turn. I copied exactly what he did to me. I could hear a groan low in his throat.

             
"Mr Thomas. Your body does things to me that I can't explain" I winked and removed his shirt. I hugged him tight and the feel of his skin next to mine was outstanding. The feel of his heart beating near mine, the touch of his skin and his scent was orgasmic.              

             
He grabbed hold of my wrists in one hand span me around. With his free hand he undone the zip on my skirt and it fell to the floor.

             
He spun me back round to face him. "That is a vision that will be photographed on my memory for eternity."

             
I could feel myself biting down on my lip again. I was getting excited and I was still in my underwear. He slipped his thumbs into my thong and pulled it down to my feet. He rose up and slapped me on the arse.

             
"You're keeping this bra on because you have teased me all day with it" He stood back and raised his arms above his head. "Do with me what you will?" he said in a suggestive manner.

             
I dropped to my knees before him and slowly undone his zip. I could see he was already turned on. His trousers fell around his ankles. I placed my thumbs into his boxers like he did to me and pulled them down. I gave a little groan at the sight of his manhood. I placed him in my mouth and gently sucked. His hands began to run through my hair. He tasted too good. My tongue became to swirl around him and tease. I loved doing this. Having complete control and him being under my submission. He pulled away a little to my dismay. He held out his hand for me to take. I rose up and grabbed hold it. He led me over to the Jacuzzi and helped me climb in. I took my place in the corner. The water felt lush, warm and refreshing. He himself climbed in and sat down opposite me. The burning desire on his face was breathtaking.

             
"Mr Thomas, you have me where you want me.. Naked" I giggled. "Exactly what were you planning?" I made my way over to him and he pulled me close. I wrapped my legs around him and he entered me. It was unexpected. His hands grabbed hold of my waist.

             
"I'm going to do what  we are good at"

             
He began to slowly enter and withdraw. I threw my head back and his lips were all over me. I closed my eyes and took in the experience. The sound of the water, the touch of his lips and him fully inside me. Before I knew I was coming apart. The sounds of his groans were filling me with that sweet sensation. The feeling went on and on. I could feel the goose bumps on my skin and I was quivering. It was intense. I had never had this feeling before. He began to pump into me harder and at speed.

             
"Fuck" he hissed and  I felt his orgasmic end. I raised my head and opened my eyes. He was breathing hard.

             
"Every time Miss Dawson every time!" I gave a girly giggle and hugged him tightly. "I love you" he whispered.

             
Happiness overwhelmed me and I hugged him tighter. This beautiful man loved me. Then the hurt crept in. This was it. After today I would never see him again. I felt the tears fall. "I love you too" I cried.

             
"Please please... Don't stop working for me" I could hear the sadness in his voice. "I'm begging you. At least if we are not together then I will be able to see you everyday."

             
I pulled away and looked down. I couldn't meet his eyes.

             
How could I carry on working for him? Knowing that we had this love for one another and nothing exceptionally could evolve from it. I had to ask myself the question I had been dreading.

             
Who did I love more? 

             
It was hard.

             
When I was with Blake I loved him and then when I was with Maxwell I loved him. Something wasn't right... It wasn't normal to be like this. I had promised to marry Blake. Everything was going ahead and there was no way I could back out. I couldn't face hurting him or making him look stupid. Then on the other hand  could I live with myself knowing I had walked away from Maxwell? This amazing man, rich, powerful, handsome and strong headed.

             
I got up and exited the Jacuzzi. I found a dressing gown on the bathroom door. I wrapped it round me. The soft cotton fabric gave me some comfort. I walked into the bedroom and collapsed down on the bed. The tears began to pour again and I doubted nothing was going to stop them. The pain hurt too much it was incurable.

             
"What's wrong?" Maxwell asked as he laid down next to me. He reached out but I moved. I didn't want to be touched. I didn't deserve any pity. I had got myself into this situation this no ending situation.

             
"George" he cried.

             
I looked up in shock. He never called me George.

             
"You called me George!"

             
He tilted his head. "I thought that everyone who loved you called you George. Should I not call you that?"

             
I grabbed hold of his face. His beautiful eyes and his sexy tormenting mouth appeared lost. "You really do love me?"

             
"Yes." He stressed. "I only said I didn't  in order to try and make things a little easier.  It was no use. I can't stop my feelings for you and I don't want you to marry Blake."

             
I rolled my eyes.. Not again!

             
"You can do that all you want, Miss Dawson. Surely you must see how upsetting it is for me. Not only do I have to endure the thought of you sleeping forever with him, leaving your job, taking his name. I also have to live with the fact that I have never felt this way about anyone before." He stopped, his eyes were cold and he was doing that stare. He was hurting like me.

             
Could I carry on with my job knowing what I knew now?

             
I placed my hands over my face and gave a scream. This was really unfair and I had done this all to myself. I had put myself in the middle of all this.