Jane is in such disbelief at how this all came about in her life. Every dream, dashed hope, lost cause, and difficulty has been surmounted with this event. How could she have doubted herself and her abilities? It is amazing what happens when just one person believes in you. Maybe this was all she needed in her life. One person to believe in her.
At the end of the show, Jane goes backstage, and Brad is there with a dozen roses. He turns her around to have her face the mirror, then he stands behind her, bringing the roses in front of her.
“Don’t we make a beautiful couple?” he says, kissing her on the neck. “You were absolutely stellar out there, like a swan on clouds. You’re going to go far, Jane, and I want to be there with you every step of the way.”
“Oh, Brad, I wouldn’t be here without you,” she says with tears in her eyes. “You have to be the best man in the world. You just made my dreams come true.”
“You’re worth it, sweetheart.”
She turns around, puts her arms around his neck, and kisses him on the lips.
“What do we do next?” she asks.
“Well, first, you have to go out there and charm the crowd with your beauty and grace. Then, we need to go back to the hotel, and I need to make sweet love to your gorgeous body.”
“Well, I think I can handle that,” Jane winks.
After mingling and milling about, Jane and Brad go back to the hotel room. They ask the concierge to leave them alone for the rest of the evening so they can go back to the room without any disturbance.
The elevator arrives, and Brad and Jane go in, pushing the button for the penthouse. As soon as the door closes, Brad pushes Jane against the wall and starts making out with her. He lifts her skirt, pushes her panties to the side, undoes his zipper, and puts his cock inside her.
Jane immediately gets wet. She loves how he takes control of her and knows exactly what he wants.
“Uhhhnnn, uhhhnnnn, uhhhhnnnn,” he groans, thrusting deeper, pulling Jane up the wall and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushes into her three more times before he comes. “Fuck, Jane, I just can’t resist you. You turn me on just by looking at you.”
“That’s how I feel about you, baby. You can give it to me whenever you want. I love a man who takes charge,” she says.
They are almost at the top when the elevator stops. Brad quickly drops Jane and does up his zipper, then stands beside her. A young woman gets on the elevator and looks at Brad and Jane. Jane smiles innocently and Brad nods at her. “You guys going up or down?” she asks.
“Well, we’re not quite sure,” Brad says. Jane elbows him.
“We’re going up, dear.”
“Oh okay. I’ll wait behind then,” she says.
The elevator closes. “You’re such a cheeky devil,” Jane nudges Brad.
“I love being a devil,” he says.
They get off at the Penthouse level and go into the suite. They can’t keep their hands off each other.
“You’re it,” Brad says, chasing her around the room. “You have to remove one piece of clothing.”
“Okay, I’ll remove this bobby pin,” Jane smirks.
“Oh, who’s being cheeky now?” he says.
They play the cat and mouse game until the only thing Jane still wears is her garter and stockings.
“Get over here, you beautiful slut.” Brad pulls her by the arm so she lands right on top of him. “Spread those legs wide for me and ride me like your stallion, sweetheart.”
She does exactly what he says, sliding on top of him, but slow and sexy, getting him aroused with each thrust. She grinds on top of him, going around one way and then the other way.
She lets his cock feel every inch inside her. She grabs his hand and puts it on her ass cheeks. “Grab me. Dig your nails into me. Scratch me, baby,” she moans.
Chapter 60
Brad has to stay in Iceland because of the court case in the U.S., though he sees Jane off at the airport.
“You are the most special thing to me, Jane. You know that, right?” he says, looking deep into her eyes. He strokes her hair and pushes a strand behind her ears. “Can I kiss you goodbye?”
“You never need to ask a silly question like that,” Jane responds, tilting her head to reach in for a kiss.
He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into him and they kiss until the pilot motions that they need to take off.
“You have my number, right? And you can call me anytime? I don’t know what I will do without you, sweetheart. I’ll miss you in more ways than one,” Brad smirks, looking down into her cleavage.
“You’re so naughty, Brad. These ladies are all yours to devour next time we meet. I promise,” she says, licking his lips with her tongue.
He smacks her ass when she starts walking away.
“Don’t forget about me, Jane, okay?”
“I can’t now,” she replies, motioning to the engagement ring. “You’re in my heart.”
Jane gets on the plane and sits at a window seat, watching Brad outside, seeing his wavy, brown hair brushing against his face and the outline of muscled arms. His dress shirt is slightly buttoned down and pulled out over his jeans. It’s the first time Jane has seen him look so relaxed since she met him.
She sees the sun behind him and the gorgeous landscape. It looks like a scene straight out of the movies.
Looking down at her silver and diamond ring, she is in awe that this is now her life. A private jet, flying to other countries, engaged to a billionaire who genuinely loves her, having amazing sex and orgasms, and being loved and respected as a ballerina on the world stage.
Her whole life has taken this insanely amazing turn and she has no idea how it happened and why she deserved it.
The plane heads back to New York and Jane sleeps most of the way there. She has a dream about her future life. A ranch with horses, a ballet studio, a private spa, she and Brad in a master bedroom with satin sheets and luxurious pillows. Her parents even live close by in a coach house.
In the dream, an older man is there speaking directly to her. “This is what you deserve, Jane. It’s the life you’re meant to live.”
Jane wakes up and looks around, startled by her surroundings in the jet. She takes a deep breath in and out, trying to re-orient herself. She gets up and goes over to the bar to fix herself a drink, choosing gin and tonic with lime. She takes a couple of gulps and lets it settle within her.
She heads back to her seat and looks out the window at the clouds. There’s a beautiful rainbow over-arching. Everything is going to be okay. She knows this in her heart.
The plane descends into New York. She looks at the Statue of Liberty in a whole new way—a woman standing there saying that anyone can make their dreams come true in New York.
Anybody.
Jane believes this whole-heartedly now. She reflects on where she was even a week ago, much less a month ago, and how everything took a huge turnaround. Now, here she is.
A limo is there to pick up Jane from the airport. “Mr. Halliwell made sure you would be safe getting home,” says the driver, opening the door for her.
“Oh wow. Thank you,” Jane responds in amazement.
“You’re the future Mrs. Halliwell, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I suppose I am.”
“Well, then, you need to get used to this kind of treatment. Congratulations, by the way.”
“I guess news travels fast in Brad’s world,” Jane notes.
“Not much is private in his world, Miss,” the driver acknowledges.
She gets back to her apartment and notices the door is open and people are walking out with her boxes. Jane rushes up to them.
“Hey, where the hell do you think you are going with this stuff? Get the hell back here! I paid my rent. You can’t evict me!” she yells.
“No, ma’am, Mr. Halliwell has ordered us to move you. He’s moving you over to a condo on Fifth Avenue so you are more comfortable. I hope that’s okay with you. You don’t have to lift a
finger,” one of the movers assures her.
“Oh, I see,” Jane says sheepishly. “Wow, sure. Just as long as I know where the address is.”
“We’ll take care of everything for you. Why don’t you go down to Le Paris Lane Bistro and the driver will come to get you when we’re finished.”
“Wow, okay. I’m still a bit stunned by this, but okay,” Jane says, walking away to go to the Bistro. She wonders what the new place will look like. Much better than where she has been, that’s for sure.
She sits down at a table by herself and orders a basket of bread, cheese, and a fine wine. She contemplates how she is going to tell her parents that she is now engaged to Brad Halliwell, the infamous billionaire. She knows she has to ease them into this.
She picks up her phone and dials the number to her mom. She hangs up immediately and then tries again nervously.
“Hi, Mom, it’s me, Jane,” she says. “Yes, I’m back in New York. It went pretty well. Everyone seemed to like the performance… I know, things are really taking off now. I don’t think I’ll be coming back home anytime soon… uh huh… yup... okay... hmmm.”
Jane listens to her mom speaking about her life.
“So Mom, I feel a bit weird about telling you this, but I actually started dating a guy. No, not in Iceland, before that, a few months ago,” Jane says, lying again. “Yeah, he’s pretty great. No, I didn’t want to tell you about him because I wasn’t sure how you would feel... I met him through ballet. He’s a patron,” Jane explains.
Her mom asks a string of questions about him.
“Oh, his name is Brad. Yup. He’s into business. He’s about 30 years old. I know, it’s a pretty big age difference, but we get along really well. He supports what I’m about,” Jane says, trying not to disclose too many details. “Well, I hope you’ll get to meet him one day soon.”
They finish their conversation, with her mom giving Jane a ton of advice and showing concern, but in the end respecting her choices.
“I love you, Mom. I hope to see you soon. Thanks for everything.”
Jane reaches over for her wine, feeling more relaxed about what she shared. She eases back in her seat and orders more food, enjoying the scenery. She waits for the driver who shows up about an hour later to take her to her new, temporary home.
“Life has a way of working out in your favor. It really does,” she thinks.
Chapter 61
Jane absolutely loves the condo, with wall-to-wall carpeting, a balcony overlooking the street, and a garden of flowers blossoming outside. She opens the windows and looks out at the horizon of office towers and monumental buildings. She feels like she is on top of the world.
The doorbell rings. Jane walks over, feeling the smooth carpet underneath her feet, such a change from the gross, linoleum floors at the other apartment. She opens the door, and there is a man, dressed in a fine, white suit, wearing white gloves. He’s holding a bouquet of lilies in a crystal vase and a paper bag.
“Madam Halliwell?” he says, reading the card.
Jane is unsure how to respond to how he addresses her. She has to get used to her new name.
“Umm, yes,” she replies.
“These are for you. Quite rare and delicate lilies, I must say. You must be a very special lady,” he says calmly, entering the apartment and placing them on the side table.
He leaves the room without turning for a tip. Jane imagines he must be a regular florist for Brad’s company.
She walks over to the table and sniffs the flowers deep into her being. The scent takes her back to a time in Utah when she and her mom were walking through a field. They’d stumbled on the most remarkable flowers and spent half an hour smelling all of them. They were delightful.
Jane takes a closer look at these flowers and realizes they are the same ones—lilies from Utah.
Jane is blown away at how sensitive and classy Brad is.
She opens the letter. ‘My Dear, I hope you like your new place. I know it’s small, and you deserve better, but I will be home soon enough. We will have a chance to live close together soon. I miss you deeply and can’t wait to run my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. Love always, Brad.”
Jane tears up, realizing how much she misses Brad’s touch. Life has felt so lonely without him in the last couple of days. It feels like forever until she will get to see him.
She looks around at the apartment.
“Small, my ass!” she says out loud. She runs through the apartment and into the bedroom. She jumps on the new, queen size bed, made up with expensive linens.
“I can’t wait to maul you all over this bed, Brad… I’m going to push you down, strip off all your clothes, and fuck you until you can’t remember,” Jane says loudly.
“Umm, ma’am, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but we’re still moving things in,” says the man at the door, looking to the ground.
Jane turns bright red and crawls off the bed, fixing her skirt.
“Oh, yes, of course. Sorry about that. I’ll get out of your way,” Jane says, trying to cover her shame.
“No need to, ma’am,” he replies.
“Oh, no, I have to go to class, anyway. Just, if you could give me a set of keys, then I will be able to come back in later,” Jane says matter-of-factly.
“Yes, of course. There is an extra set on the table by the door.”
“Thank you. Have a good rest of your day,” Jane says, holding her head up high and grabbing her bag to walk out the door.
She races out, feeling so embarrassed and at the same time empowered, because she knows that being Brad’s fiancée is what lets her get away with things like this. She plays with the ring on her finger, feeling so grateful for this new life.
The driver is outside waiting for her.
“How did you know I needed a lift?” she asked.
“In this world, Ms. Bryden, you will always have a lift. I’m your personal chauffeur,” he says. “My name is Robert. I think we’ll be getting to know each other for a long while.” He reaches out his hand to shake hers. “So, where can I take you?”
“Nice to meet you, Robert. I’m looking forward to getting to know you. To my ballet school, please,” Jane replies, scooting into the back of the car.
As they drive to the school, Jane relaxes into the leather seats. It seems she is sheltered from the whole world, and is held safely in the cocoon of the tinted windows and decadent interior.
The phone rings in the car. Jane isn’t sure if she should pick it up or not. She reminds herself that this is her car, that Brad has hired a personal driver for her. She picks up the phone.
“Darling, is that you?” says the strong, male voice on the other end.
“Brad?” Jane says, smiling, her heart uplifted.
“Of course, who else would it be?” he replies.
“I miss you so much, my dear.” Jane speaks desperately, tears coming to her eyes. “I think you are making me the happiest woman alive.”
“It’s what you deserve, my angel. Do you like your new place?”
“Like? I love it. I can’t believe you did that for me! When do I get to see you so I can ravage you on the bed?”
“Well, it won’t be long. I have great news.
“Really?! What is it?” Jane asks, really hoping it means Brad will be able to come home soon and this nightmare will be over.
“Well, so do you remember that woman you saw in the hot tub that day?” Brad explains.
“Ugh, the blonde bombshell? How could I forget?” Jane is only partly joking, wondering what this has to do with anything.
“Yeah, her. Well, I thought it was odd that I’d never seen her there before. Then one day after the whole scandal was leaked to the papers, she turned up again. She sent me a key to her room. I initially threw it away, but after thinking about it a little bit, I had a sneaking suspicion about her. As it turns out, she was working for one of my arch-enemies, Todd.”
“What happened?”
“I took
the key and searched her room when I knew she was out. I went through her stuff and found a whole suitcase of recording equipment, private files about me and even false evidence about me.”
“Oh, Brad, that is awful! What did you do?” asked Jane, deeply concerned that somehow Brad was going to get in trouble for breaking into someone’s room.
“Well, I took all the stuff out to secure it, locked her out of her room and called my lawyer, who immediately called the cops. Within 1 hour, she was detailed. It took some time for the two governments to work out the details, but eventually some detectives came from the U.S. to collect the evidence and escort her back to the United States, in custody. As it turns out, she didn’t trust Todd completely, so she documented everything in a very detailed way. So, very soon the charges against me will be dropped, and when that happens, I’ll be headed back to New York. It will take some time for the rest of it to come to trial, but it is very likely that both she and Todd may end up behind bars. It will be some time before the evidence can be revealed that would completely clear my name, but there will be enough to cast plenty of doubt.
“So when do you think you’ll be coming back to New York. It is a matter of days, weeks or what?” Jane asks excitedly.
“Days I hope, but either way it will be great. I want it to be a surprise for you though. Just be wearing something beautiful and sexy for me, whenever it is. Something I will love to tear off you the minute I get there. I think about you every day and I can’t wait to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”
I promise I will wear a welcome-home number you won’t forget.”
Will you do me a favor, baby? Reach down into your panties and play with yourself right now,” Brad says, starting to stroke himself.
“Here? In the car?”
Yes, why not? No one can see you. Get wet for me, baby,” Brad says, stroking faster. “Tell me what you are feeling down there. Tell me what you are doing?”
“Well, I’m putting my two fingers down between my lips, and spreading my legs wide open for you. I’m softly stroking my fingers in and out, squeezing my pussy, going deeper and deeper, in and out, imagining your hard cock fucking me.”
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