“I’ve got a plan. Are you okay to come somewhere with me?”
Now that he’s here I feel like I can take on the world. “Of course. Where are we going?
“To call the bitch out and to get my house back once and for all. No one messes with the woman I love and gets away with it.”
Chapter Thirty
Neil
Having Bonnie in my arms again dampens down my anger for a bit. I’m not sure how long it will last, though when I get to see Sarah. I fucking knew something was going on. I knew someone had to be pulling Bonnie's strings. Hearing how Sarah had threatened her makes my blood boil, and I actually want to hurt her. However, it’s not in my nature to ever hurt a woman.
I pull Bonnie along with me out of the house and into the car. We both snap our belts into the fastener, and I start the engine.
“What are you going to say to her?”
I begin to tell her about the call I’d made to a pal about the deeds to the house and how I have a card to play. The thing is it seems she tried to play me at my own game.
Pulling up at the kerb, I go to get out of the car when Bonnie stops me with her hand on my arm. “Do you need me to come?”
“Maybe wait here for now; I’ll come and get you when it’s time.” Leaning across the centre of the car, I kiss her, my lips lingering on hers. After nearly losing her today, I’m going to take as much time as I want. Smiling against her lips, I pull away, placing another small kiss on them and stepping out of the car.
I grab one of my bags from the boot to make it look I’m coming back to Sarah, just like she wants. Giving the door a knock, I wait patiently, and before even half a minute has passed Sarah’s opening the door. Pulling every acting skill that I’ve got out of my arse, I drop my head, avoiding her face because if I look up, I know there’s going to be some fucking smug grin sat there.
She holds the door open for me, swinging it shut after me, and follows me into the front room. “I didn't expect you back so soon.” Her hand snakes around my body. “Did it not work out with Bonnie? I mean forgive me for saying, but she’s not right for you, Neil. And us... well we’ve been together for years. I just needed you to see that… so I forgive you.”
Her hand goes around the back of my neck as her lips touch my cheek.
I’ve never felt so disgusted in all my life. How had I lived with this woman and not realised how vile she could really be? I mean, I’ve always known she can be a bitch, but what she’s done today reaches a whole new level. Sliding away from her, I pull my phone out and send a quick text to Bonnie to tell her to come in.
“So… you forgive me huh? I’m so glad you do because I’ll be needing the house.”
“No. We can live here together now, like we did before.” The skin between her eyes pull together in a scowl.
“Actually, no. You see it’s not going to be how it was before.” I step back up to her snaking my arm around her back and pull her against me. “You see”—I put my mouth to her ear— “I know what you did today. I know how you threatened Bonnie.” Pulling back, I watch as the colour drains from her face. “I want you out of here in the next 24 hours
“Over my dead fucking body…”
The door opens and Bonnie walks in. “I suppose that could be arranged. I mean that’s what you threatened me with, right?”
I step away from Sarah and stand next to Bonnie, pulling her into me and wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
The anger in Sarah’s face, seeing Bonnie here with me, gives me way more pleasure than it actually should.
Bonnie steps from out of my hold and steps up to Sarah. “If you ever threaten me, my business or Neil again, I swear to God above that I will rip your fucking face off. Do you hear me?”
Sarah doesn’t do as much as nod: she just glares at us both.
“Oh, and the next time you come to my house, I won’t stop Serena kicking the fuck out of you, and I’ll take great pleasure in watching. Stay away from me and keep out of our relationship.”
“Twenty-four hours, Sarah. I want you out!” We turn around. We’re the ones with the smug grins now. “If you’re not gone, I’ll take it further and get the police involved.” I grab my key back from the key hook on the wall and slide it into my pocket, making a mental note to get the locks changed.
Bonnie walks out of the house first, and we go back to the car and back to her house.
We barely get through the door and I have her face in my hands, my lips devouring hers. I’ve needed this all fucking day. She’s stuck up for me a couple of times now, and every time, it’s triggered something in me. I love her so fucking hard.
Lifting her into my arms she automatically wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her into the kitchen. I see all her work still spread over the table so carefully push the papers to the other end sit her on the edge. Within seconds I have my trousers undone and Bonnie's jeans are halfway down her legs. She scrambles backwards until she’s laid out in front of me. I take a minute to admire her before sinking inside of her, taking a minute to feel all of her. Clutching her hips in my palms, I thrust forward. Her ankles lock at my back as I repeat my actions.
“Fuck me, Neil. I need this.”
Faster and harder, I drive inside of her until we’re both ready to come. As her legs stiffen preparing for her climax, so do I, and I lose myself inside the woman that I love with all my heart.
Chapter Thirty-One
Bonnie
Relief.
It’s a beautiful thing. It’s also something I’ve felt since the night Neil came and made me tell him what Sarah had done. It’s been ten days since that night, and it’s been pure bliss.
Dylan and Serena have been wonderful as well. I’d called Serena the next day and told her everything that had happened. I’m pretty certain if she could have gotten her hands-on Sarah there and then, she would have killed her. God bless my best friend—that woman would take on the world for me if I asked her to. They’d given Neil the week off from the office whilst he’d got all of his affairs in order with the house. Not that he’d done a lot from his own house: he’d made phone calls, sent emails and even had the locksmith come to my place once he’d changed the locks on all the doors and windows at his house, all while being naked in my bed. I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t enjoyed the time we’ve spent together, I have, but I’m also one hundred percent certain the man has broken my vagina. He’s had me in places and done things to my body that you only read about in the Kama Sutra.
He hasn’t said if and when he’s going to move back into his place, and I’m too afraid to ask. The thought of him leaving petrifies me: I feel safer and happier than I’ve ever been when he’s here, but asking him to stay feels like I’m pushing him for more in this relationship, and I don’t want to scare him away, not when I need him right now.
Today we’re getting back into some normality, both heading to the office to finalise some details for the fashion show and to start on the advertisement campaign.
After showering with the company of Neil and his fondling hands, I finally get dressed into my favourite navy and white pin-striped pencil skirt, a navy racer back tank top that I tuck into my skirt, pinning my hair up into a messy bun. I slip into a pair of heels and I’m ready. I’m excited for today. It means that this is finally happening, and without the weight of all the crap hanging over us.
Grabbing my bag and jacket from my bed, I make my way down the stairs and into the living room. I’m greeted with a whistle before Neil heads in my direction, holding out my travel mug that I know he’s filled with coffee for me. Taking it from him, I take a sip before he grabs me and pulls me towards him, so our hips rub against each other.
“Are you sure you want to go into the office? We can conference call Dylan and Serena. That way, I get to keep you here all to myself and no one else will see you looking this goddamn sexy.” His lips pull up into a smirk, and as much as I want to say yes to his idea,
I have to get out of this house and see my best friend.
Pressing my lips to his, I slide my hand down his chest, past the waistband of his navy grey suit trousers, and cup his dick giving it a squeeze. His erection is clearly obvious.
“Nice try, lover boy, but we’re going in. You can’t keep me as your sex slave forever,” I whisper against his parted lips. A grunt leaves the back of his throat and I let him go before walking away and out of the door with him hot on my heels, mumbling something about how I can’t blame a guy for trying.
It’s just after lunch and we’re all back around the large conference room table. I’m rather proud of Neil today, even if I do say so myself. He’s only threatened to knock Tommy out once, and he’s only threatened to fuck me in the toilet once. That’s rather good going for him.
We’ve been neck deep in advertisement ideas, contracts, and my designs all day to the point where none of us have even left the office for lunch. Dylan had the sandwich shop down the street to deliver everything we wanted, and I couldn’t have been more grateful to him.
“I love this dress, Bon. When it’s made, I want the first one.” Serena waves one of my sketches at me, and I make my way over to see which one she’s talking about.
“You have enough fucking clothes, woman. You take up ninety-nine-point nine percent of our wardrobe. My poor clothes are gonna end up in a charity bag at this rate.”
We both look up at Dylan, who’s smiling at Serena, and I can see the love he has for her shining in his eyes. It hits me then that it’s the exact same way Neil looks at me, the thought of which has me feeling all fuzzy on the inside.
“You can fuck off as well. If I want this dress, I will bloody well have it.” Her hand goes to her hip and she purses her lips, daring him to tell her no.
“Dude, you ain’t gonna win with these two. When will you learn?” Neil chuckles and looks at me before blowing me a kiss across the table. Dylan doesn’t get the chance to answer him either because Serena squeals so loudly, I have to put my hands over my ears.
“For fuck sake, babe. Did you have to do that?” Dylan shouts.
“Yes, I did, I’ve just had an amazing idea.” She flips him the finger and turns to me. “Bon, I want you to design my wedding dress.”
Shock takes over my body, and I have no idea what to say. She glances over at Dylan who’s got the cheesiest grin on his face.
“Wait, have you two finally set a date?” Neil asks.
“We have. Sixth of September at the Mayfair Hotel.”
Holy fuck. My best friend is finally marrying the man she was always supposed to be with.
Taking my hands into hers, she pulls my focus back to her. “So… will you do it? Will you design my wedding dress and be my maid of honour?”
Tears spill over onto my cheeks, and I finally scream the way she just did. “Course I fucking will. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Come here.” She pulls me into a hug and says with emotion clogging her throat, “Who else would I want to do the two most important things on my wedding day?” We pull apart and I wipe my face as Dylan and Neil do their man hug thing, throwing congratulations about.
“Right, now that’s all done. Let’s get this finished and we can all go out to celebrate.” Dylan claps his hands together and is more determined than ever to get out of the office early.
We’re just finishing up and clearing all the papers away from the table when there’s a knock on the wooden door.
Neil’s assistant walks in with a bunch of black roses. “Sorry to interrupt, but these were left on my desk with Bonnie's name on them.”
I look over to Neil and I can see he has the same look of confusion on his face that I have.
“Thanks Amanda.” I step forward and take them from her hands.
“Amanda, before you go, did you see who left them?” Neil quizzes her.
“No. They were there when I got back from my lunch. I just haven’t been to my desk since I got back because I’ve been busy,” she explains.
“Okay, no worries.” Neil dismisses her, and all four of us look to one another, none of us knowing what to do next.
Putting the flowers down on the table, I take a closer look at them. Nestled inside of them is a small envelope. With shaky fingers, I pluck it out and pull the envelope out. I want to know what’s inside it, but at the same time I’m too scared to look.
“We’re all here for you, Bon. Just open it.” Serena gives my bare arm a reassuring rub as I peel it open and pull out the card.
You may have won the battle, but you certainly ain’t won the war!
Chapter Thirty-Two
Neil
What sort of fucking weirdo sends black roses?
Dylan and I exchange a concerned look at each other over the girls’ heads, while Bonnie gently pulls out the card.
“Who the fuck is doing this? It’s someone who seems to know our every move,” I say out loud, looking around the four of us in the office.
Everything happens in slow motion. From the corner of my eye, I see the card drifting to the floor and Bonnie begin to fall, her knees buckling under her own weight. I rush towards her, managing to catch her before she hits the floor, and with my arms around her, I guide her to a chair and sit her down.
Crouching in front of her, I take her hands in mine. “Breathe, Bon. I’m here.” Before she can succumb to the impending panic attack that I know is about to take over her, I manage to bring her back from the brink. “Just focus on me, baby. I’m here; I’m not going anywhere.”
She keeps her gaze fixed on mine, and we breathe together until she’s feeling better.
“I’m okay,” she says, inhaling another deep breath before blowing it out again. “I’d better not come face to face with whoever doing this because I promise, I’ll beat the shit out of them.” Bonnie pants.
“I think you’ll need to get in line, babe. Come here.” I rise up on my knees and pull her forwards until she’s in my arms, holding her head against my chest. “I tried to tell you a conference call sounded good.” I smirk, giving her a swift kiss on the head before getting up off my knees, picking the card up at the same time and shoving it in my pocket.
“How about we get out of here for the day? Those drinks sound really good right now.” Dylan exclaims.
Pulling Bonnie up from her chair, I hold her tight in my arms. “What do you think? Are you ready for a drink or would you prefer to go home?”
“A drink and celebration sound just fucking great. I’m not going to let some lunatic stop me from having fun anymore.” Gathering her papers together and rolling them up, she inserts them into a tubular case. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
We start off at the wine bar down from the office, and once the girls have had a couple of cocktails, they are ready for a dance, which can only mean trouble with those two. I’ve decided to be designated driver so Dylan and Serena can have a drink, and with what’s been going on with Bonnie and me, she deserves to let her hair down a bit. I’m not sure how they all actually squeeze into my R8, though.
Entering the Tavern, mine, and Dylan’s old hang out, we go straight up to the bar and wait to be served. The last time we’d been in here, Dylan had nearly got us barred for beating the shit out of some geezer for touching Serena. Looking at them now, it’s safe to say that’s not going to happen again. I pull Bonnie into my side, feeling protective over her. With what’s going on, who can blame me? Dylan passes the drinks around: a beer for him, coke for me and gins for the girls. They take sips through straws until they hear a song come on that they like, and putting down their glasses, they head off for the dancefloor, Bonnie blowing me a kiss and leaving me to talk with Dylan and to watch them enjoy themselves
“So, what are you thinking?” I ask Dylan for his input. He hasn’t said much about all this other than hiring the private investigator.
Turning to face me, he rests his elbow on the bar. “Are you su
re this has nothing to do with Sarah?”
“No. She had one too, remember, telling her about me and Bonnie. I don’t think she’d send herself a note.”
“She’s fucked in the head enough to.”
Raising an eyebrow, I take a swig of coke and place the glass back down. “After these few weeks, I don’t know what to think. She’s capable of pretty much anything, I suppose.”
But why would she?
I don’t think even she’d go that far.
“Let’s just forget it for tonight and have a good time.”
“I’m down for that.”
“Erm, I want to ask you something anyway.” Dylan says, swallowing a gulp of beer. “Will you be my best man?”
I feel a slow smile form on my face until I’m grinning from ear to ear. “Dude. You know I fucking will.” With a hand cupping the back of my head he pulls me into him giving each other a friendly pat on the back.
The girls come back to us after dancing their arses off, and after just one more drink, we decide to call it a night. We head out of the exit, saying good night to the bouncers on the door, and make our way to the car. As we approach, I notice one side looks weird, and pulling out my phone and switching on the torch, I shine it and see my tyre is flat.
What the fuck!
As we get closer and I investigate even further, I see it’s not just flat: it’s been fucking slashed.
The toe of my shoe connects with the deflated tyre as I kick out at it. “Fucking bastards,” I shout. Dylan is at my side in less than a second, and Bonnie holds onto Serena.
I swipe over the screen of my phone and find a breakdown number.
“Who are you phoning?” Dylan asks, frowning.
“A tow truck, there’s no fucking way I’m leaving my car here. I’ll come back and there’ll be nothing left of it.” I watch Bonnie walk around the front of the car, probably checking there’s no other damage, and while I wait for someone to answer my call, she comes around and latches onto me.
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