My Expectation (My Escort Series Book 3) (11 page)

              “Clover, I want you to be happy,” Damon said with closure.

              “I am happy,” I said with a smile, reassuring him. “Show me when we get home.” He kissed my forehead. I hadn’t thought much about anything for the wedding. My parents were married before we were born and admittedly we didn’t have any special place. They married in their local church in a separate town to where we were born. I liked the idea of marrying somewhere which held a little more sentiment.

              “So how far? When did you find out?” Michelle began as we all sat down to start our meals. “I could’ve imagined Damon’s face, was he stunned when you told him? I could just imagine that shocked expression I love to terrorize so much.”

              Damon began to defend himself in humor. I smiled at the two and looked around the table. Everyone was smiling and happy. This was now my new family and they had accepted me unconditionally and unquestioning. That by itself, amongst all the beautiful things that was happening, brought a smile and sense of pride to me.

              “Oh and we are going to have to organize a bucks and hens party. Have you thought about your honeymoon?” Michelle continued. These were all other things I had not yet considered. I watched the conversation roll out as they offered suggestions and memories of their own. Damon seemed like a shining knight to me, how had he already achieved so much in such a short amount of time when I was exhausted simply from looking at dresses? I was relieved to not have that amount of stress on me. I knew women who didn’t like not having full control of their wedding, but I found myself to be the opposite and lax. Damon had enlightened me to the joy of surprises and receiving. I was completely safe and looked after by him and I thought no differently when it came to our special day.

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he space was seemingly perfect. It was in a butterfly sanctuary which wasn’t far from a church. Damon mentioned that the church was where his parents had gotten married and then went to the butterfly sanctuary afterwards for their reception.

              We both agreed however that we liked the idea of having it in the butterfly sanctuary itself. From the photos I saw it looked beautiful. There were butterflies fluttering about everywhere, beautiful greenery and bold colors of stunning flowers. There was a small stream running through it, which was where Damon imagined the altar. He had already started looking at a few designs of altars we could place in there. There was a glass enclosed room that was used for events and catering. As he explained, if we didn’t want our food and drinks outside, then we could have it inside as well. We stayed up rather late last night flicking through the photos and ideas of themes.

              Today Damon was busy in our home office working. I took this time to meddle and create some arrangements of my own. I hadn’t even thought of a bucks and hens night party. But not wanting to stray too far from tradition I still wanted Damon to have that night out. I called Hayden to organize one for him, to create a makeshift plan and to put it into action next weekend for Damon.

              If we were to reserve the butterfly sanctuary which we had our sights on, it meant that in only three weeks we were getting married. My body flushed at the thought. I always imagined I would have commitment issues or something of the sort, but with Damon it seemed like I couldn’t wait any longer. It was all moving so fast but at the speed that Damon and I best functioned at.

              I made him a salad roll. Well I attempted, Megan stole and ate the first one I made and made herself cozy on the couch until I was able to pay her attention. I made the second one and walked into the office. His head was buried in a book as he looked through it and began typing vigorously. His slim reading glasses were always sexy. He noticed that I came in and got up instantly to take the plate. I pushed him back and laughed at him.

              “Please I am pregnant, not dysfunctional,” I laughed as I placed the plate down on his table. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss.

              “You could’ve fooled me,” he teased. “You’re the perfect distraction I was waiting for.” He nibbled on my ear in a playful manner. I kissed him again with a feverish smile, imagining myself sprawled over his table in a very appealing position. With my sister in mind, I gravitated towards control.

              “I’ve been thinking about that butterfly sanctuary you showed me,” I began shyly. “I really like it and think it is perfect. If you can get it booked in three weeks, then I would very much like that.”

              His eyes widened in excitement. “Really Clover? Are you sure, this is your decision, if you have any other place in mind then we-” I placed my lips to his cutting him off. I toyed my tongue against his leading him to utter silence.

              “It’s perfect,” I purred. “But you have to promise me that you are free next Friday night after work, I have a surprise for you,” I charmed. He gave me a skeptical look. “I will accept that as a ‘yes’, now go and make that reservation Mr. Brogardt,” I said slapping him on his firm graspable cheeks.
Ahhh,
I was internally frustrated. I was so horny now all the time. The slightest touch of his skin or thought of something happening made me so very interested instantly, every time.

              “As you command soon to be Mrs. Brogardt,” he teased. The way it rolled off his tongue gave me shivers. I loved this man. “Saturday, the 30
th
of August.” I gave him a confused expression trying to think of what date that was for. “That is when we will be getting married.” I smiled brightly and wrapped my hands around his neck kissing him and rolling my hand through his dark hair.

              “Then I will prepare the invitations and send them out,” I said beaming. There wasn’t too many to invite so in light of things I still had an easy job ahead of me. I walked out and grabbed a pillow from the couch as Megan was still fixated on the television. Pudding was right beside her comfortably being lazy. I pegged the pillow at her and it smacked her right in the side of the face. She snapped to attention and looked at me at me with childish shock.

              “Get up lazy bones, we have a big day today,” I said full of vigor. She looked up at me and rolled her eyes. She collected the pillow and rested it against her stomach. I looked at her for a moment. “Are you okay? You seem off.” She beamed instantly and got to her feet.

              “I am fine, I’ll go get ready,” she said walking off towards the spare room. I watched behind her as she left confused by her odd outburst. I took to the kitchen to do the dishes and noticed there were two wine glasses from last night which had been washed up.

              A smile played at my lips as I collected both of them as my evidence. Unless Megan had been drinking out of two wine glasses last night, it meant that she wasn’t alone while here. I opened the door as she was changing. She slipped her head through her shirt. I leant against the doorframe with an inquisitive smile.

              “Who was here last night?”

              “What?” She looked stunned for a moment when she saw the glasses. “No one.”

              “Was it Hayden?” I asked with a Cheshire smile. She began tightly pulling up her jeans and started doing little bunny hops to fit into them properly. She blew away parts of her hair that fell in her eyes.

              “Leave it Clover, nothing is happening between us. You are starting to sound like an old hag in a nursing home with no real entertainment,” she said bitterly.

I twisted a smile and began to walk off. As I did I added. “Whatever you say.” And dashed out before she could respond with anything. I heard her stepping after me in the hallway but had already taken flight. No matter how old we got, I didn’t think that our childish sibling taunts would end. If she didn’t want to talk about it, I wasn’t going to push her for it. She would tell me in her own time.

I washed the last of the dishes before we decided to head out. I had a particular dress I had to go out and purchase. After thinking it over and having my mother’s admiration for the dress as well, I decided I loved it and it was perfect.

Damon walked out with a beaming smile. “It’s all ours!” I tried to contain my excitement of joy.

              “Alrighty,” I said throwing the tea towel over my shoulder and placing my hands on my hips. Well, you organize one end of the list and I will organize the other,” I said. He beamed and came over and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

              “You’re okay with all of this and the theme we have instead? I don’t want you to feel rushed in this. I want this to be perfect Clover,” he said.

              “It’s perfect Damon, and besides it’s not like I am going to get any smaller over here,” I laughed. “I want the chance to still have some shape about me in photos before these two destroy any figure I might have left.”

              “TWO?!!!” Megan yelled from the hallway. Damon and I both looked at her. I didn’t even hear her come down the hall. “Two babies?! As in twins?!”

              Damon gave me a suave smile and left a kiss to my lips before dashing away. “I will leave that one with you.”

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week had flown by like the snap of my fingers. So much had been arranged and yet we still had a few things to go. I was impressed by our teamwork and ability to not only continue our busy work lives and schedule, but also plan our wedding. We had kept it quiet from colleagues for the time being. We didn’t want a huge amount of hype created and media poking their noses in. We wanted this to stay quiet and involve only family. Of course, that was only the wedding. As soon as Megan had found out about the twins our plan of secrecy was outed. Michelle had phoned Damon hours later with questions.

              I had no idea how she found out but my only link between Megan and Michelle was Hayden. I hadn’t yet asked him if he was the one that told her because he wasn’t in Manhattan; he had gone back to Ithaca for his own work until he came back tonight to take Damon on his buck’s party.

              When Hayden and I thought of others to invite to it, we decided to keep it at only Hayden and Damon. It wasn’t that Damon was a loner, but he had many acquaintances but not so many male friends. He often liked to keep to himself and although charismatic, I felt he was only himself around Hayden. I found it ironic considering their mutual distrust in one another when they first met.

              Megan and I decided that for my hen’s night we would have a spa day tomorrow and a girl flick movie tonight. I couldn’t have asked for anything better. I didn’t want anything elaborate and enjoyed the idea of having some needed relaxation. I hadn’t taken much time out for myself in months but since discovering I was pregnant and the proposal, Damon and I were changing in small amounts and putting ourselves first. Although our workload was still great and something we would never truly be satisfied to leave, we were spending much needed time together and planning.

              The only three women I would’ve considered inviting to my hen’s night was my mother, Cassidy and Michelle. All of which couldn’t make it. Mom still had the boys; Michelle still had a new born and Cassidy wasn’t yet back in the country, although she promised she would be there on the big day.

              I began looking at honeymoon locations as Damon and I planned to take two weeks for it. Although the timing wasn’t the best, Michelle practically forced us to take the time off and would take over her previous role as CEO. I was grateful for that. It has been a while since Damon and I had any sort of vacation time together. My fondest memories were of us in the Bahamas, although that left a bitter sweet taste as well. We had come so far since those insecure days.

              Damon wanted to surprise me with the honeymoon. I’ve already travelled to so many places that I was intrigued by what he’s decided on and agreed. I loved the excitement of surprises and things that were out of my control, he was the only person I could share this with.

              I waited at home for Megan patiently on the couch. I had some light jazz music playing in the background as I flicked through photos to best accompany my written piece. I had taken a few and it was always difficult to narrow it down to which ones should go into the magazine and what ones should be placed as teasers on the website.

              Damon walked in. I looked at the clock and realized it was already six. I didn’t expect him to stay in the office too late and he still had no idea why I wanted him to be free for the night.

              “Hey you,” he purred as he sat beside me on the couch. He loosened his tie and looked over the images. He seemed tired. He rested his head on my shoulder and I began brushing my fingers through it lightly. He rested his hand on my stomach making small swirls. I haven’t yet felt much movement and was still experiencing extreme nausea. Right now I felt perfectly healthy, it seemed to only hit me mid-day for some bizarre reason. “No Megan?” He asked.

              “She’s out at the moment,” I said as I flicked through the photos with consideration. Pudding sat across from us napping. The fat lazy cat was now content after whining at me for his second meal of the day. Damon began nibbling down my neck and along my shoulders. I shuddered under the warmth of his lips and tried to focus on my laptop.

              “De-stress me,” he simply said. I snapped the laptop shut knowing there was no way I would be able to focus if he was in a mood like this.

              “In what way?” I responded slyly. He continued his kisses before his hand began to rub over my inner thigh. I quivered with anticipation and my heat had already begun pounding. I couldn’t think clearly with Damon so close and breathtakingly mine. I kissed him back and adjusted myself. I forced him back into sitting position so I could sit on top of him. He pushed my hair away from my face as I rested my knees over him and straddled him. I was hungry for him and wanted to take charge.

              I rubbed my hands eagerly on his pants which were still buttoned up. Slowly and between kisses I began to unbutton his shirt. The lean muscles beneath aroused me and I ripped apart his shirt hungrily. He looked at me almost in surprise. “Easy tiger, I can’t go through so many shirts daily,” he teased with a smile. He cupped the back of my neck and leant me towards him for a hard long kiss. It wasn’t the only thing that I could feel was hard and was eager to feel him inside of me. My hands trailed down his chiseled stomach as my fingers lightly danced over his zip.

              He began to unzip the back of my dress and toy with the back of my bra.

              The front door rattled and Hayden and Megan walked in. Damon and I broke our kiss and looked at them.

              “Well ummm, don’t I feel awkward for walking in,” Hayden said. He frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt awkward for doing that to anyone.”

              “Really?!” Megan whined. They both had a handful of groceries. “In the very spot I sit and eat popcorn?”

              “Megan...” Damon began teasingly as he zipped up my dress. Neither of us were embarrassed, much to my surprise. “Is this where I tell you that there is probably no safe place in this apartment for you to eat your popcorn?”

              “Gross,” Megan said throwing down her bags on the bench and covering her ears. “Go get changed, you have a date with this man meat.” She pointed to Hayden. “And I have a Hen’s night with this horny mom to be.”

              Still sitting on Damon I looked at him with a suave smile. “Happy buck’s night,” I said. He gave me an uncertain glare but Hayden was quick to intervene.

              “Don’t you dare think I will let you out of tonight! I have already put way too much planning into it. And remember whatever happens at a buck’s night stays there.”

              “Have fun,” I toyed and kissed Damon. I slightly closed his shirt before leaving his lap with a sway in my hips. My heart and body was still pounding for him. Although I was frustrated I couldn’t finish, I knew I would have him whenever I wanted for the rest of my life.