Sweet Immortal (The Golden Collection) (10 page)

             
“I love it” I beamed. After we had got the ring, Maxwell had checked us into the Randolph Hotel. The same suite we had spent the day with each other. At least this time I didn't have to rush off and lie about it. I never had to do that again. I was finally with the man of my fantasies.

             
“Here” he handed me the glass and sat down  next to me on the bed. He draped his arm around and that smile hit his lips. “Now this is perfect.”

             
It was perfect. In less than twenty-four hours I had gained a future husband and a home to spend time with him. I was a lucky girl. I held out my hand again to admire it. My Father was going to be very impressed by this. He liked Maxwell, in fact Maxwell had been the only person he had ever taken to play golf. That was a huge thing to my Dad. Maybe we could go and see him next weekend. Tell him the good news face to face. Hang on, I hadn't called my Mum yet. We were speaking regularly now.

             
“I should call my Mum” I said taking a sip of my champagne. I watched Maxwell's eyes narrow and his mouth went tight. Why did I always get that reaction when I mentioned my Mum?

             
“You don't like her?” I asked allowing my inquisitive mind rule my mouth.

             
“She is quite a character” he answered. “Lets just enjoy today and we will think about telling everyone tomorrow.”

             
“God, I love you” I said in my sexy voice.

             
“Do you now?”

             
I nodded and began biting down on my lip. “I love you more naked and laying in bed.”

             
“I couldn't agree more with you” he winked. He took the glass out of my hand and placed the both down. He slowly crawled over to me and his lips united with mine. His tongue invading my mouth, then his lips moving down to my neck. His fingers quickly got to work on my shirt buttons. He pushed my shirt aside and my breasts were at his mercy.

             
Through my lace bra he begin to tease my nipples, tugging with his teeth on one and his fingertips gently pulling the other. I could have had an orgasm just from this. His hands slipped under my shirt and inside my thong. Slowly magically he found that spot and began to explore.

             
I tipped my head back and gave a grown of pure ecstasy. He removed his finger and his hands appeared. He pushed my skirt up my legs, pulled my thong to the side and his mouth was there. Teasing me with his tongue, swirling, licking and sucking my sweet spot. My hands found my hair and I began to tug tightly.

             
All of a sudden he stopped. I looked down at him wide eyed.

             
Not fair! I was almost there.

             
“Get on all fours, Miss Dawson!” He stood up and removed his jogging bottoms. I did as he said. I felt him come behind me, his hands grabbing hold of my hips. It one swift motion he plunged into me. One of his hands found my breast and he began tugging at my nipple.

             
My head tipped back and I found his lips. They were still wet and sticky from my  pre-orgasmic dew. My fingertips began to tug at his hair, in between the kisses I heard his groans of pleasure. He slammed into me, harder, harder and at great speed.

             
I had to place my hand back on the bed to keep my balance. Everything began to get blurry and I felt my relief flooding through me.

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“Fuck!” I screamed. “Maxwell!”

             
“All yours” he growled, he slammed into one more time and found his. I clasped into the bed and Maxwell followed directly on top of me. I couldn't move, every muscle was on pure fire. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

             
Seriously, how much better could making love to him get? I looked over at the engagement ring. Guess I had a life time to find out....

             
“How about a summer wedding?” I suggested laying on my belly eating chocolates. Maxwell had his back rested against the head board and working on his laptop.

             
“If you want” his eyes never leaving the screen.

             
“How about a winter wedding?”

             
“Yeah, sounds good.”

             
He wasn't even paying attention. Once again my Mr Golden Rule had turned back into boss mode. I raised an eyebrow, I didn't like being ignored. Especially when I was talking about the happiest day of our life’s.

             
I sat up and folded my arms. “Or how about I show up naked at our wedding and fuck the best man?”

             
Finally he looked up in shock. “I hope your fucking joking?” He bellowed. I gave a little laugh and a slight smile appeared on his face. I slowly crawled over to him and gave him a sweet kiss. Instantly his hand grabbed hold of my chin and his eyes blazed into me dark but yet sexy.

             
“Ever say anything like that again” His tone matching his eyes. “I swear to god I'll spank you till your red raw. Your mine forever and I never want to hear you talking like that.”

             
“Arr... Violence” I mocked.

             
“No! Your mine and mine only” he tilted his head. “Understand?”

             
“Perfectly” I smiled.

             
“Good” he kissed my forehead and with his free hand tapped my arse. “Now go and behave. I have work to do and your distracting me. Plus, I have to keep the future Mrs Thomas in everything she requires.”

             
I did as he said and went back to my chocolates. For the first time I felt safe and protected. Mrs Georgina Thomas. Was a dream come true.....

             
“Dad!” I screamed down the phone. I had just told him mine and Maxwell's good news. The line had gone quiet and that was not a good sign. It was now Monday and we were both back at work. Maxwell was in his office talking to Jan and I taken that as a moment to ring my Dad.

             
“Dad!” I yelled again.

             
“Why do you have this obsession with getting engaged?” Finally he spoke.

             
“I do not have an obsession” I replied. Only my Dad would turn this into me being mental. At the end of the day I was nothing like my Mother and I was fully relieved about that.

             
“Really” he tutted. “First it was Richie Rich the Mother basher and now it's Mr hot shot!”

             
“You like Mr hot shot” I laughed.

             
“George, just to clarify I don't like any man who man handles my daughter!”

             
“Dad!” I said with disgust. Why did he always have to talk his mind? Really, sometimes he was such a grumpy old fart.

             
“When is this wedding day?” He asked.

             
“I don't know.”

             
“Will you actually be going through with it this time? Last time you just wasted my time.”

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              I rolled my eyes. “Sorry for the inconvenience that is my life” I tutted.

             
“Apology excepted” he said in a rude manner.

             
I thought Maxwell could be frustrating by my Dad could take it to a whole new extreme. I shook my head. “I was thinking about coming to visit you one weekend.”

             
“Why?”

             
“To catch up with you, Caitlyn and Dee.”

             
“What do you want to see her for? She is driving me crazy. Caitlyn of course is fussing around her.”

             
A little smile came to my lips. Was he jealous? Wasn't he getting attention from his wife.“Your excited about the baby, don't deny it.”

             
“As much as a hole in the head” he joked. “Maybe a little” his toned changed. “Right, call me when you know what your doing. Maybe I'll plan a holiday myself that weekend.”

             
“I love you, Dad” I said, ignoring his remark.

             
“Love you too” he put the phone down and my mouth was wide open. Did he just confess he loved me? He was getting old!

             
“What's with the goofy look?” Maxwell smiled towering over me.

             
I looked at the phone in my hand and then up at him. His hands were full of paperwork. Looked like my afternoon was planned for me.

             
“I just spoke to my Dad” placing the phone back. “I said we would go and see him one weekend. Well, if that is okay with you?”

             
He gave a little nod. “Anything you want.” He placed the huge pile of paperwork on my desk. “Did you tell him?” He said quietly and looking around.

             
I mocked his actions. “Yes.... What's with the whispering?”

             
A little smirk appeared on his lips and his blue eyes lit up. Wow, he was very sexy and irresistible. “I have a little something planned and I don't want anyone round here knowing just yet!”

             
I gave a bemused look. Everyone knew we were a couple, so what was the point of hiding our engagement. Especially considering the huge rock I had on my finger.

             
I leant forward. “So what is this plan?”

             
“All in good time, Miss Dawson. All in good time!” He winked and strolled back into his office. I placed my head in my hands and let out a deep breath. Why did this all feel too good to be true? Did I deserve this much happiness? Then a wave of sadness hit me... My best friend?

             
Maybe I had overreacted with the whole her and Blake thing. Why did I act that way? I didn't love Blake. In fact I had stopped loving him from the moment I had met Maxwell. At the end of the day both Amy and Blake both deserved to be happy. I should be happy for my friend and I was. Finally she had met the right person. It was just a coincidence it was Blake. But you couldn't stop falling in love with someone. That I knew too well. I had an urge to call her and maybe met up for a drink. I didn't like us not talking. Deep down I really missed her. I pulled my phone out from my draw and began to write a text.

Hey.... Really really sorry... Shell we meet up?

Within a minute...

Yes :) Same time... Same place X

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A smile appeared on my face... I had my best friend back.

             
“James will pick you up dead on nine and if that shit face turns up you call me... Immediately!” Maxwell ordered. I gave a little nod not really taking much notice of his demands. “This is not a request, Miss Dawson.”

             
“I know.. I know it's an order!” I said sarcastically. I was just dying to get of the car and see my best friend. I had so much to tell her and I didn't know where to begin.

             
His lip twitched, he didn't like me mocking him and I should of known that by now. He held is right up. “I have never used this before. So, please don't tempt me!”

             
I leant froward and placed a little kiss in the centre of his palm. “Mr Golden Rule, your threats just make me want to fuck you.”

             
“Very glad to hear it” he smirked while doing his signature move. I fell into his touch like I always did. “I'll be at home waiting for you” he said in a low authorizing sex god voice.

             
“I can't wait” I kissed his cheek and finally jumped out of the car. I stepped inside the Grand Café. It always felt like coming home. I really did miss this place. Everything felt safe and familiar. Peter was rested up against the bar, surprisingly  enough not chatting up any female students. Maybe he had lost his secret powers! I strolled over and sat down on a stool.

             
He looked up and a massive smile came on his face. “Miss PA” he laughed. “What honour do we have today?”

             
“I'm meeting Amy for a drink. Is she here?” I began to look around but there was no sight of her anywhere.

             
“Nope.” His eyes diverted to my hand. “Wow!” He grabbed my hand and started to admire my ring. I felt a very smug expression appear on my face. Guess my Mr Golden Rule was rubbing off on me. “That's an impressive ring.. Who is the lucky man?”