Bring me to life (The golden collection) (29 page)

             
I swallowed what was in my mouth and gave my special knicker combustion smile.               "My game. My rules!! Now eat quick. I want to take you back upstairs before you explode."

              We burst through the door locked in a passionate kiss both of us not letting  each other go. I kicked the door closed with my foot and followed her to the bed. With my free hand I undid her skirt and with hers she undid my trousers. I gave a little push with my hip and she fell on to the bed. I finally had to break the embrace to remove our underwear. I climb on top and gazed down at her beautiful face.

             
"What are you doing to me, Miss Dawson?" I whispered as I began to trail kisses down her neck. Her fingers began to run through my hair. Just her touch was aphrodisiac.

             
"I would never do anything like this but your a sweet fix that I crave more than anything in the world."

             
Her hands cupped my face and her eyes went dreamy. I felt my heart skip a beat. She was amazing. Everything I could of wished in a woman and I wanted her badly. I rested myself on my elbows and slowly filled her up. Her back arched and she closed her eyes.

             
"Eyes open" I kissed her lips. "I want to watch the explosion." She opened her eyes and began the slow special rhythm. In-slow, out-slow and hip swirl. I watched her mouth, her eyes and fingers grip hold of the sheets. I picked up pace still in my special rhythm.

             
"Maxwell!" she groaned. "Harder.. Please!" Her begging increased my heart rate and I wanted to fuck her in every possible way.

             
I sat back on my feet, grabbed hold of her waist and slammed into over and over. Her groans turned into screams. Her back arched and her finger gripped the sheets harder. Her toes curled and she finally  fell apart around me. A few more slams and I found my own release. I couldn't move. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I could feel myself trembling. Georgina sat up and placed her head against my chest. I kissed her on the forehead and ran my fingers through her hair.

             
"You know how much I love you, don't you?" she breathed.

             
"As much as I love you" I kissed her forehead again. I lowered her back down on the bed and took my side. We lay facing each other  bottom half completely naked. Completely at ease and comfortable.

             
I felt relaxed and it was all down to her. She had changed my life, my views and  the way I dealt with everything. She was a breath of fresh air. I grabbed hold of her hand and gave it a kiss. Why couldn't  we stay here for eternity trapped in our own world?

             
"What are you thinking about?" she rested her head in her hands and bit her lip.

             
"Same as you" I smiled tracing my fingertip along her face.

             
"How amazing we are together and how quickly I've fallen in love with you?" she was obviously a little tipsy she never spoke so freely like this. I leant forward and kissed her lips.

             
"I think you need to sleep the alcohol off. I'll wake you up in an hour" I stood up and pulled the quilt over her. "Sweet dreams."

             
"I love you my Mr Golden rule" she mumbled with her eyes closed.

             
I sat down in the armchair and watched her. Mr Golden rule I liked it. Perfect name for me. I rested my head back. I didn't want to think about it but it did keep on hitting me. In less than two weeks she would be with another man. The phone call with Mrs Waterman came to mind. She wanted me to stop them getting married....

             
I wanted to stop them getting married...

             
I rubbed my lip and started to think.

             
This was a perfect opportunity for me. I looked back at my sleeping angel....

             
I was going to stop this wedding!!!

CHAPTER 17

             
The sleep didn't help all the champagne had really gone to my head. I walked to my front door and tried to find my keys. I dug into my bag.

             
Where were they?

             
The bag fell out of my hands and everything was scattered everywhere. I bent down to pick it all up. Now I felt sick. The front down opened and Blake was looking down at me.

             
"Where have you been?" he snapped.

             
Everything now safe in my bag I stood up. Great, now I was in trouble. I gave a little giggle. His big emerald eyes were glaring at me and his mouth was in a tight straight line.

             
I felt like a naughty teenager getting caught out by a parent.

             
"Are you drunk?"

             
I walked inside and he slammed the door. I threw my bag down and slumped onto the sofa. My stomach was churning, posh food and champagne didn't mix. I closed my eyes. I needed sleep.

             
"Georgina?" Blake yelled, I slowly opened one eye and he stood over me. "Where have you been?"

             
"Oh out!" I snapped back and my eyes closed by themselves. Please just let me sleep. I wasn't in a fit state to have a fight. I wanted to dream about the perfect day I had spent with Maxwell. It was lush. I let out a little groan and I felt a smile appear on my face.

             
Why couldn't everyday be like this?

             
"Georgina!!" he screamed. God, was he still here? "Where have you been?"

             
Err.... I sat up and rubbed my face. "We all went out after work to celebrate a new contract."

             
"I see" He sat down next to me. "Who went?"

             
"Everyone, me, Jan, a few people from HR and security" I lied. I hated lying it made me feel bad. God, I was turning into a horrible person. I needed my bed and sleep. I would battle with my guilt tomorrow and try my hardest to keep away from Maxwell.

             
"Did he go?" Blake asked.

             
"No!" another lie out in the open. I had got  used to all this lying. What had happened to me? "I need to go to bed" I gave my excuse. I couldn't be in the same room as him.

             
Especially drunk.

             
I had no control over my big mouth and I really didn't want to hurt him. I had done enough of that already. He placed his arm over my shoulders and gave me a little hug. I felt disgusted with myself. I was behaving in an ugly way.

             
What decent woman would go to a hotel with a man for a day?

             
Georgina Dawson!

             
I had spent the whole day having sex, kissing and drinking with another man. While the man I am  marrying stayed at home waiting for me. I rubbed my face again...

             
Where had my morals gone?

             
"Your Dad rang today" My eyes darted at him. My Dad? "He and Catlyn will be here next Wednesday for the wedding on Saturday. Mum wants to make a meal that night to get to know them." I nodded and took a deep breath. The wedding?  The thought of sitting in a room with my Dad and the witch. I had  a strange feeling they would team together and bully me. The dread settled in and I could feel my head swirling. The room was spinning. I stumbled up but it was too late.... I puked all over the floor. I dropped to the floor and wiped my mouth.

             
How embarrassing?

             
Blake came over and rubbed my back. "Right, bed for you." He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. "Did you eat anything?" I nodded. He placed me on the bed, took my shoes off  and threw the blanket over me. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to run his fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and felt relaxed by his touch.

             
I did an awful thing today- unforgivable.

             
I was the lowest of the low. Blake deserved much better than me.

             
"Good night" he kissed my forehead and left the room.

              I walked into work the next morning. I felt ill; My head was pounding and the tablets I had taken hadn't cleared it. I walked over to my desk and slumped down in my chair; Placing my head in my hands I groaned in pain.  I now had to deal with my guilt, the pain and a whole day with Maxwell.

             
Why did I do it?

             
I kept asking myself the same question over and over again. I had no excuse for the way I behaved.

             
"Morning!" said a cheerful voice. I looked up and groaned. "Wow, you look rough!" It was the post-boy and he was holding a big pile of letters. "Here" and with that he left. I began to go through them. I stopped when I saw a gold envelope addressed to Mr M Thomas it looked really fancy. I placed it on top of the pile.

             
"Miss Dawson, coffee when your ready" Maxwell yelled from his office doorway. I groaned it was back to normal. Him the boss and me the employee. I got up and headed for the kitchen to make master the coffee he desired`.

             
I entered his office carrying the coffee and post. I gave a little giggle when I saw him slumped over his desk. He looked up and gave a half smile. He looked as bad as I felt.               What a pair? I placed the coffee down and handed him the post.

             
"How's your head today?" I asked sitting down opposite him.

             
"Pounding" he laughed. "How much did we drink?"

             
"Enough to make me sick!" I cringed. Blake must of cleared it up.

             
"Me too" He shrugged. "Worth it though" He said in a suggestive manner. His eyes darted to the post and he noticed the gold envelope. "Right" he hit his hands on his desk and sat up. "We have lots to catch up on as Mr Golden rule and Miss Dawson didn't do fuck all yesterday."

             
My eyes narrowed and felt my cheeks blush. Mr Golden rule?? How did he know about that nickname. I could see him smirking. He was laughing at me. I got up, giving him a dirty look and returned to my desk. The nerve of that man! 

             
"Oh Miss Dawson!" I looked up and he was leaning in the doorway of his office. He was waving something in the air. I rolled my eyes, got back up and walked towards him.

             
"What's this?" I glanced at the piece of paper and shrugged my shoulders.

             
I had no idea what it was. Why would I?

             
He raised a perfect eyebrow. "Shall I read it do you?" I nodded.

             
Why was he being weird about a piece of paper?

             
He cleared his throat and began. "Lord and Lady Waterman request the honour of your presence at the marriage of their son Blake Edward Waterman to Miss Georgina Elizabeth Dawson!!!"

             
I snatched the paper from his hand and glared at in horror. What? It was the witch; Why was she inviting Maxwell?? I could feel  my eyes moving rapidly trying to take everything in.

             
What a bitch!!!

             
I looked up at Maxwell. My mouth open in shock.

             
"I knew nothing about this!" I protested.

             
He marched into his office and ran his hands through his hair. Without warning he wiped everything off his desk and screamed. He started to pace up and down rubbing his lip. I couldn't do anything. I just had to watch this man erupt. He was really mad. I had never seen this side of him before. It was actually very scary.

             
He stopped, looked at me and rested his hands behind his head. His eyes were blazing with heat. I ran over to him and hugged him tightly. He didn't touch me back. I looked up and he was staring down at me. The anger still in his eyes and his wonderful mouth tight. I slowly stepped back.

             
"You think I did this on purpose don't you?"