by Jenna Rose
Sara looked over at me and, when I didn’t answer, shouted back at him.
“I don’t know any Belle! I suggest you leave before I call the police!”
There was a long pause before he answered that felt like an eternity. I realized my entire body was tense and I was staring at the door like a hopeful child staring at the TV before her favorite movie came on.
“Belle,” he spoke, his voice low and firm, loving even. “Please. I know you are there. Let me in, baby. I have to explain what happened back there.”
“I told you, there’s no Belle here—” Sara started to say again, but I cut her off.
“What is there to explain?” I asked. “You’re fucking married, Alden!”
“I’m not,” he replied. “She’s my ex. I told you that.”
“Bullshit!”
“Baby, please,” he said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice…couldn’t I? “Just open the door so I can look into your eyes.”
“Don’t do it,” Sara whispered.
“I—I have to,” I whispered back as I got to my feet.
“He’s lying!” she hissed.
She was right; Alden could have been lying. But his voice still had me bound to him like ropes of gold circling my body, and I had to look him in the face and hear his explanation.
So I got up, walked over to the front door and opened it.
Chapter Thirteen
Belle
Alden stood on my steps, soaking wet and devastatingly gorgeous like something out of The Notebook.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he smiled.
“How did you find me?” I asked, unable to contain a little humorous jab. “Are you stalking me or something?”
“That guy you passed in the hallway, remember?” he asked. “Wagner. He does a lot of things for me, tracking down the most gorgeous girl in New York being one of the easiest he’s had to do lately.”
Awww…I thought as I stared at his flawless, symmetrical face, his sharp jaw and perfect stubble. His clothes hung to his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I knew Sara could see it all too and I felt a little bit proud knowing she was having a similar reaction to the one I’d had when I first saw him.
I had him, I thought even as I stood before him wishing I’d never met him. Talk about being conflicted. I was so mixed up that if you’d asked me my name, I probably couldn’t have told you.
“Okay, so spill it!” Sara said for me.
“Do you mind?” he replied. “I’m talking to Belle.”
“So talk or get out!” she snapped. “Can’t you see what you’ve done to her already?”
Alden frowned at her but turned his eyes back to me. Before he even spoke, he had my defensive walls coming down.
Don’t fall for it again! I screamed inside. Make him explain himself!
He opened his mouth, and even though I’d never considered myself to be religious, I prayed that his explanation was the greatest, most believable thing I’d ever heard.
“That was Laura,” he said. “My ex-wife. Remember the first time I was called out for an emergency? That was because Laura had checked herself into the hospital threatening to kill herself unless she spoke with me. She wanted me to get back together with her.”
“Your ex…” I repeated.
“That’s right,” he replied. “She cheated on me, Belle. I have no love in my heart for her at all. She’s just a terror in my life now—a nightmare I’ve been doing my best to manage, and I can’t even express to you how sorry I am that that nightmare came into your life too.”
Sounds believable… I thought, but knowing I wasn’t in my right mind, I turned back to Sara to get her take. She had her lips twisted up like she was thinking, but she didn’t seem obviously put off by his explanation.
“I can show you the marriage annulment,” Alden continued. “But I don’t have it here. If you come back home with me, I’ll prove it to you.”
“Home?” I asked, shocked by his use of the word.
“That’s right,” he said, taking my hand. My body shook at his touch and I felt myself starting to calm down. My heart was actually beating like a normal human’s again instead of a race horse’s.
“Our home, Belle. It’s where you belong. The police have Laura in custody now and I’ve filed a restraining order against her and started to go into PR defensive mode in case she decides to try to slander my name with lies. I want to put all of this behind me and move on, Belle. And the only way I can do that is with you at my side.”
“Fuuuuuuck!” I groaned miserably as the last of my defenses crumbled beneath his suave, genuine, incredible assault. I looked back at Sara who smiled and nodded.
“As long as we see that marriage annulment!” she said.
I don’t know if it was the wine I’d chugged like a silly sorority girl or the sheer swell of emotions pouring through me like they were being sprayed out of a firehose, but my legs went weak and I tumbled forward into Alden’s arms.
I didn’t even care that he was soaking wet. In fact, there was something romantic about it and as I pressed my head against his chest and felt his strong hand in my hair, I could also feel his heartbeat against my cheek, strong, steady and firm…
…just like him.
“You—you’d better not be lying to me,” I whispered as he held me like a long-lost lover.
“I will never lie to you, Belle,” he replied. And I believed him.
“Good,” I giggled as the greatest feeling of relief and love washed over me like a warm, clear blue wave. “Because I might just have to kill you if you are.”
Evidently Sara could still hear me and chimed in.
“Or I’ll do it! I may be small, Alden, but I’m warning you—I’m a deadly assassin!”
Chapter Fourteen
Alden
The evening air rustled through the trees and swept across my face as I stood in the shadows of a lamppost, huddled beneath the upturned collar of my peacoat, staring across the street at the modest cape.
I felt like a mobster, and to anyone passing by, probably looked calm, cool and collected, but inside I was itching with excitement.
This little operation of mine had taken longer than normal to come to fruition and Wagner and I had had to pull a few extra strings to make it happen. But it would all be worth it because it was for Belle, and I would do anything for her.
I watched as the door open and Wagner emerged, a black fedora low over his head, hiding his eyes in shadow. If I looked like a mafia boss, then he looked like a hitman, but even as he walked over to me, I could see that phase one of our plan had failed.
But I wasn’t upset with that. In fact, I’d been hoping it would fail so we could move on to phase two which was going to be much more satisfying. This technically wasn’t my battle. I personally hadn’t been wronged, but Belle had, and as far as I was concerned, harming Belle was the same as harming me, and justice had to be done.
“She didn’t go for it?” I asked as Wagner reached me.
“I presented her the…humane proposal,” he replied. “But she didn’t go for it. Should we just proceed with the rest?”
I smiled and nodded as Wagner pulled out his phone. “Pull the trigger.”
I turned my back on the cape and its hideous lawn ornaments and slid quietly into the black Tesla I’d picked up last week. It was nice and quiet as I pulled out of the neighborhood and headed back home.
It was a bit of a drive, but I rolled the windows down and enjoyed myself, thought about just how happy my love was going to be when she saw what I’d done for her.
I know it hadn’t been my fault—that shit that Laura pulled at the house, slapping her and all that drama—but I still felt horrible about it. I also knew Belle would never ask me to make up for it in any way, but that wasn’t what this was; this was just a pure gesture of justice. Like Anakin Skywalker, I was bringing balance back to the force, without killing a whole bunch of people and turning into a power-crazed cyborg.
I
had expected to find her in the bedroom or the home theater room watching The Office, but when I opened the door and stepped into the foyer, I found her waiting for me wearing the same French maid’s outfit I’d bought for her the first day we met.
“Hey, boss,” she said seductively, twisting her hips like a dancer. “Got any jobs for me to complete tonight?”
My dick instantly swelled in my pants as she presented her gorgeous body to me. Her hips especially drove me wild, and I’d been in heaven every night (and day) that I had my hands around them and pulled her down onto my cock.
Nothing made me feel like more of a man than making Belle come. She was my beauty, my princess. Pleasing her was now my number one mission in life, and giving her mind-blowing orgasms was just one awesome part of that.
“Well, I don’t know if that’s appropriate,” I smirked as I set my key fob down. “I am, as you said, your boss.”
“Oh, you’ve never broken the rules?” she asked as she walked towards me, placing one heel in front of the other, accentuating her mouthwatering hips as she moved. “Because I think you’re a man who takes what he wants when he sees it.”
She reached me and I inhaled deeply, breathing in her scent and reached around her waist and pulled her to me. My dick was ready to go into action mode, but there was something I had to tell her first…
But then as Belle ran her hand up my leg and grabbed my bulge, I realized that telling her the great news could wait—at least a few minutes.
Growling, I snatched her by the hair and crushed my lips against hers. My tongue met hers and I kissed her like a sex-starved man, even though we’d made love once this morning and once after my lunch meeting in the city.
My hands found her perfect ass and squeezed, opened her and felt the wetness already there. She was ready for me, and I was ready to take her.
She moaned against my lips as my fingers found her hole and slid inside, preparing her for my girth. Quickly, she unzipped my pants and slid one hand in and took hold of my cock and began jerking it. Precum spilled into her palm and she smiled.
“Always ready, aren’t you?”
“With you, baby? Always.”
Belle yelped as I grabbed her hips and tugged her onto the floor with me. I realized that I was starving for her and pulled her forward and down and brought her dripping wet, bare little pussy to my face.
“Oh my god,” Belle muttered as I traced her slit with my tongue. The taste of her only excited me more and she leaned back and reached behind her to keep one hand on her cock as I ate her pussy like a starving man.
“Mmmm,” I groaned as I moved up and pressed my tongue against her firm little clit, that pleasure button that would bring her to just one of the orgasms I loved giving her.
“Fuck, baby,” she groaned as she squeezed the precum out of my dick and used it to lube up my shaft. “You are so good at that, I’m—I’m already close.”
“Come for me,” I growled into her juicy cunt. This was the woman of my fucking dreams and nothing turned me on more than seeing her body quake under the ecstasy I gave her.
I reached up and spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, giving me better access to her wonderful little pleasure button and closed my own lips around it and sucked gently. Belle cried out and braced herself with one hand on my chest as her legs began to shake. My cock ached for her and I knew she was right there.
“Alden!” she cried out. I moaned back against her pussy as she dripped wetness onto my lips chin and cheeks. And then it happened.
An orgasm seized my beauty and shook her as she cried out, her mouth open in pure bliss.
So fucking hot.
She grabbed my cock so tight out of pure reflex, but I didn’t mind. I was a big boy. I could take it. Her orgasm rippled through her and shook her off my face and caused her to slump down on top of me, her beautiful breasts heaving against my chest.
“You are so fucking hot,” I whispered as I grabbed her ass and slid my cock inside her pulsing hole.
“Oh, wow…” she moaned as I started fucking her. It may have looked like she was riding me, but I was in total control with my hands on her hips and mine thrusting hard, and it wasn’t long before I was close too.
“You want my cum in you, baby?” I whispered, knowing damn well she did.
“Fill me up, baby!”
I loved it when she talked dirty.
“Yeah? You want it?” I asked as her pussy clenched down as she approached another orgasm. I knew that shooting my load into her would send her over the edge. The more turned on one of us got, the more the other did too. It was perfect.
“Yes! Alden, give it to me!”
And I did.
My thick cock flexed in her tight pussy, and although I’d already come twice that day, I sprayed a huge load inside of her.
As the first rope shot into her, she cried out and came too. Her wet pussy clenched down so tightly on me that I could barely move inside her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and pressed her down against me and held my dick there while it flexed and pumped my juices into her.
We were both panting like we’d run a mile when it was all over, and when she lifted her head from my shoulder and looked at me, I was smiling like a schoolboy.
“That good, eh?” she smirked.
“Of course it was,” I told her with a gentle kiss on her lower lip. “But that’s not why I’m smiling.”
“Oh?” she asked. I shook my head and didn’t reply, teasing her a bit. “Well? What is it?”
“You wanna know?” I laughed.
“Yes…” she said suspiciously. I ground my still-hard cock inside her and made her squirm and gasp. “Baby, tell me! Stop teasing me.”
“Okay,” I chuckled. “But you better prepare yourself, because you’re gonna love this.”
Epilogue
Belle
Two weeks later…
Alden was perfect. I mean, literal perfection. From his model good looks, to his athlete’s physique, to his pornstar Adonis dick, to his sweet personality and incredible mind that kept him at the top of New York City business, I woke up every morning feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
And it was for those reasons, and more, that I was fumbling around the kitchen doing my best to make a decent chicken parmesan for him for when he got home from work. He was closing a big real estate investment deal today and I wanted to pamper him.
Besides, I had something big to tell him.
As I beat the chicken breast with a rolling pin to flatten it, I thought back to all that had happened since we met and how everything had come together after it seemed like my entire life was going to fall apart.
Alden had showed me his marriage annulment with Laura, who must have realized it wasn’t smart to go up against us and hadn’t made good on any of her threats to slander Alden’s name in the press.
That had made us both happy, of course, but it was what Alden did for me that really had me feeling like I had my feet on the ground again.
Somehow he and Wagner had managed to come up with evidence of Melissa’s smear campaign against me. I’m sure it wasn’t technically legal, but they’d found screenshots of her Facebook and text messages where she coordinated the whole thing with her friends and some of my former clients.
They’d gone to her first and told her to apologize and clear my name, but she’d told them to go fuck themselves so they’d released all of it online and even managed to get the story on the local news as well as a few popular YouTube channels that loved stories of retribution.
As soon as it broke, I was flooded with phone calls from former clients apologizing and telling me how sorry they were for believing the rumors and lies. Melissa had deleted all her social media and her business had collapsed out from under her.
My clients immediately came back to me, but this time instead of being the sole employee, I took a note out of my boyfriend’s book and ran the business as the owner. I employed several other girls and branched out.
I had six great girls working for me and had clients all over New York, including the Hamptons. I was in the in-crowd now, and contrary to what I’d thought before, the in-crowd was a really nice bunch of people and they all had huge houses that needed cleaning and they were happy to work with me.
I’d known that what had happened with Melissa had been weighing on me, but it wasn’t until Alden took care of it for me that I truly understood just how much it had been affecting me. Once it was gone, it was like my mind was free to move on, be in the moment and focus on rebuilding my life.
And with a man like Alden by my side, I was loving every second of it.
I met his parents, Ruth and Bobby. They were both delightful. Bobby was a real man’s man who loved to fish and smoke cigars that Alden bought for him, and Ruth had a garden at their home a few streets down that looked like it required a whole team to maintain but she did it all on her own.
I really felt like I was part of the family. It was all going so fast but it felt so natural.
I was just starting to coat the chicken in the egg wash when I heard the door and turned to see my beautiful man come inside.
“Oh, rats! I wanted to have this done by the time you got home!” I protested as he came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a butt squeeze to go along with it.
“What is it?” he asked. “Shrimp scampi?”
“Chicken parmesan,” I laughed. “I just got done beating these breasts like they owed me money.”
“I know there’s some kind of sexual innuendo joke to make here,” Alden chuckled. “I just can’t think of it right now. Here, put that down for a second and wash your hands, would you?”
“But I’m right in the middle of it,” I whined. “I wanted to make something nice for you.”
“And I appreciate that, and you will, but right now I need you to put that aside and wash your hands for me, okay?”
