by Kimball Lee
“I don’t, I usually ski in Switzerland at Christmas and my mother lives in Paris so if she’s in a holiday mood I visit her there. But your right, it’s a house that’s meant to have a family and kids,” he said quietly, “three would be nice. What do you think, Charlotte?”
“About Switzerland or Paris or kids?” she asked, settling into a cushy, chenille sofa in the sun room.
He settled next to her and they looked out across the manicured lawn to the Pacific crashing against the cliffs below. Almost immediately a maid appeared with a tray of lemonade and an assortment of tiny cakes.
Charlotte thanked her and sipped the cold drink, took a bite of a petit four.
“I want to take you around the world, I want you with me for every adventure and yes, I want to know if you’re going to want children.” Bly said, taking his glass and moving to the other end of the sofa so he could watch her face.
“Yes to travel and adventure, and absolutely to having babies,” she said. “By the time I’m thirty I hope, but I have to find a suitable sperm donor,” she gave him a wicked smile and brushed the front of his pants with her bare foot.
“I love having you here, I don’t want to be without you any longer, I want…” he whispered as he stood and pulled her into his arms.
“Shhh,” she said as he started to protest, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his eager mouth, then she called to the maid and told her the staff could have the night off and to please close the French doors behind her.
He didn’t protest when she pushed him back down on the sofa, unzipped his pants and settled herself, moaning onto his straining cock.
“Where are your panties?” he asked. His hands cupped her perfectly round ass and his voice was filled with wonder and lust.
“Why do I need panties? They just get in the way of what I want, I’m not going to wear them anymore,” she held his eyes with her own as she rode him so he could witness the look of ecstasy as the first orgasm engulfed her.
SIX
They were flying to Las Vegas together for the weekend to attend a fund raiser that Bly International was hosting. Bly wanted her with him all the time; he couldn’t imagine her being too far away from him. He was excited to show her Las Vegas, although they would have to be careful not to let his board members know he was sleeping with the corporate attorney. Bly didn’t care who knew, but Charlotte was still clinging to the illusion that the affair was their secret.
Sheppard and Sheridan either didn’t know what was going on, or they looked the other way for their billionaire client and for Charlotte.
Charlotte made a list and Bly sent West and the maids to her loft for her clothes and personal items. She was deep in to the lawsuit with Huang Worldwide, it was a tougher fight than she’d expected, but she relished the challenge. It kept her at the office for long hours most days and Bly urged her to settle out of court and be done with it. But she needed to win; she wanted to wipe the smug look off Jamey Huang’s face. In truth, she worried that Jamey was more psychotic than anyone imagined, but she had her ‘never lose a case,’ reputation to uphold, so she kept him tied up in court.
She had never returned to the loft, she and Bly lived together, although she wouldn’t admit it and no one other than West and the house staff knew. She felt safe with him, Finn and JP had been gone for nearly two months, so it was easy to let Bly’s opulent world enfold her. She’d begun to lose herself in him as she’d feared, but it felt wonderful to be his alone, so she didn’t care.
Finn and JP had never left her for so long without any contact, she missed them, but she also dreaded telling them how serious she was about Bly. She knew they would wish her well, but she thought Finn might say she was jumping in too deep and too fast. He worried about her and she loved him for it. He’d told her he would probably never have a wife or a child or a normal life, his work was as important to him as hers was to her.
Charlotte looked forward to a break from the office and the constant unease over Jamey Huang that had settled in her mind. She’d only been to Vegas once before and she was looking forward to going back. Maybe she would try her hand at gambling.
She wore a Dior gown to the fund-raiser and Bly was entranced by the sight of her in the sapphire silk. The low, scooped neckline was barely held in place by tiny ribbon ties at her shoulders. The dress was fitted around her narrow waist and beautifully sculpted ass before flowing softly to the floor.
He stood looking at her with such desire in his eyes that she wanted to sink to her knees and pleasure him right there in the hotel suite. He gave her a boyish grin and produced a box from behind his back.
She was stunned as she opened it. It was the most amazing sapphire and diamond necklace she had ever seen.
“The sapphires are the color of your eyes, Charlotte, and I love your eyes.” He said and she was speechless as he clasped it around her neck then turned her to face him. “I want you more each day. I think you’ve bewitched me. I want to tell you everything I’m feeling and what my hopes are for us, but I don’t want to scare you away…”
There was a knock at the door and West was telling them it was time to go downstairs.
Charlotte was light-headed from the jewels and the look in his eyes, the sound of his voice was so earnest and loving. Her all-important law career seemed less of an obsession for her as he became more of one. She’d sacrificed so much to rise above her dirt-poor upbringing and make something of her life. Now she was consumed by the look and smell and taste of Alexander Bly. She loved the spicy taste of his cum in her mouth, how she would lick the first hot drops from the slit as he groaned. Then she would lick and suck until he roared her name and exploded and she drank him down, then he’d clasp his mouth to hers and they shared the thick, luscious fluid. She had truly surrendered her body to him. She was ready to follow his lead down any sexual road he chose.
“Charlotte, we need to hurry, I’m giving the opening speech. Are you ready? You look like a princess, my princess, and only mine, do you hear?” He lifted her hair to his nose and inhaled, his eyes turned smoky with lust. “I know you’re wet for me now and I wish I had time to taste you and push my cock into you. I intend to always keep you sore and only wanting me.”
“You do and you know it,” she said, pressing against him, wanting that magnificently huge cock in her that very moment.
***
Bly gave his speech and introduced the head of his charitable organization, Sylvie Moore. He kissed her cheek as he turned the podium over to her and she began to speak.
She was exquisitely beautiful, tall and willow-thin, with pale blonde hair that twisted to her shoulders. She wore an ice-blue sheath of a dress that fell over her small breasts and she seemed proud of the fact that her nipples were blatantly erect.
After the formalities Sylvie Moore made a beeline for Bly and Charlotte.
“Alex,” she crooned, “is this the lovely creature that’s been keeping you from your real life? She is fresh and enchanting but we all miss you so, hurry back, won’t you, and play with the grown-ups?” Her eyes were icy as she stared at Charlotte and rubbed Bly’s arm as if he belonged to her.
“Sylvie, I’d like you to meet Charlotte Christiansen, my attorney.” Bly said removing Sylvie’s hand from his arm.
Charlotte felt like she’d been punched in the stomach when he introduced her as his attorney. Of course it had been her rule that while she handled his case no one know they were lovers, but she needed Sylvie to know. She pulled herself together and realized her professional reputation was at stake.
She offered her hand and said, “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Moore, sounds like you do a bang up job for the foundation.”
“Oh, I certainly do,” she smiled coldly and looked directly at Bly. “I’m sure Alex will attest to that. Now, let me see if I remember correctly. Why, yes, you’re the naughty cheerleader that Alex made famous. I never forget a face, of course you’re dress covers more of you than that yummy quarterback did. Tell me, you two looked
so feral in those pictures, did you go home and fuck like wildcats?”
“Alright Sylvie, put your claws away, that’s enough.” Bly said, his voice harder than she’d ever heard it. His face was a mask of fury as he reached for Charlotte’s hand to lead her away from the gloating woman.
Sylvie’s voice sounded desperate as she stared at Charlotte and said, “I’ve watched the quarterback in action, I can always see his cock outlined in those tight football pants. Did you enjoy it as much as you’re enjoying Alex’s?”
Charlotte forced herself to smile and meet the evil stare, “You know, Sylvie, I’ve found that women who must imagine the sex lives of others are generally frustrated over the lack of sex in their own.”
Charlotte turned and walked out of the party and into the noisy casino.
Bly followed her, demanding that she slow down, but she was seething and worse, tears flowed down her cheeks. He caught up to her and crushed her to him, murmuring how sorry he was.
“Let me go, Bly. You could have at least warned me about that seething witch. How on earth can you employ such a woman much less have fucked her? The rational part of me knows there are going to be women you’ve been with around every corner, but I hope they’re not all that venomous.” She shook his hand off and stepped in the elevator.
He started to get in and West called to him and said it was important. He ran his hand through his hair, brushing the strands that had fallen across his forehead. “Wait for me in the suite, Charlotte. She’s done in my company, she’s history, her behavior is completely unacceptable. Don’t give her or any woman another thought. Do you doubt that you’re the only woman for me? I haven’t been able to keep my cock out of you since you came back into my life. ” He brushed the tears from her cheeks, gave her a scalding kiss then walked toward West.
Charlotte stepped out of her gown as soon as she walked in the suite. She took a tiny bottle of tequila from the mini-bar and drank it fast, then coughed as it burned her throat. She stood before the wall of windows and took in the multitude of lights on the Vegas Strip below. Her raging jealousy was foreign to her and it hurt like hell. He’d slept with untold numbers of women. Maybe he’d given them jewels and made sure they stayed sore with his mesmerizing cock. She couldn’t handle the feeling of being out of control, she’d let down her guard and he was consuming her. She had to end it and he wouldn’t be easy to dissuade. Only if he thought she wanted another man could she drive him away.
She dressed in a tiny silver mini-dress. It was sleeveless with a high rounded neckline and it swept from her shoulders in an A-line. It flared into a swingy hem that was so short it barely covered her butt cheeks. She was feeling the tequila drive her cares away and she changed into a tiny pair of black, silk ‘boy short’ panties just in case her skirt swirled up by accident. She laughed at the thought, how it would make Bly furious. Too bad, she thought, fuck him if he can’t take a joke. She slipped into a strappy pair of heels and was out the door.
Charlotte walked into the casino and men stopped gambling to stare at her. She asked for directions to the most happening bar and was told it was on the top floor. A line of people waited outside the bar but she walked right up and said she was with Alexander Bly and they welcomed her in. The music was loud and pumping and a DJ was shouting, “Welcome to the Skye Lounge!” She went to the bar and ordered a vodka martini and she could hear her cell phone ringing in her purse. She answered it and before Bly could get two words out she said, “Forget me, Bly. I’ve moved on.” She turned the phone off.
The bartender was yelling over the din, saying that he still had her pictures on his wall. Two men moved closer to her as she leaned against the bar and drank the martini quickly.
She knew Bly would find her, he’d surely heard the pumping music. Two arms appeared from behind and encircled her as they rested on the bar, pinning her.
“Your beautiful round ass is showing,” a man’s voice whispered hotly in her ear, it was vaguely familiar.
She twisted to face him, ready for a fight and met crystal blue eyes in a sexy Nordic face, blonde hair sweeping to his chin. She smiled and their arms went around each other as he lifted her against him.
“Jorgen, where did you come from? I thought you were someone else, no fair sneaking up on me.”
They laughed as people buzzed around them whispering, but they didn’t care, they were happy to see each other. They moved to a round booth tucked in a corner, sat close together and talked of what their lives had once been and what they had become. He said they should start over, that he was wrong to have been such an ass about her career; he knew she was excellent at her work and he was proud of her. She said she kept a special place in her heart for him and the innocent love they had shared, but she was not the same person any longer. More than that, she confessed, with the liquor coursing in her veins, she’d fallen in love. He asked why she was in Vegas all alone, looking like a Goddess, drinking martinis in a night club.
“I don’t know if it can work out,” she said, “one minute I think he loves me and then I’m not sure. It all happened so fast, I want to be with him more than anything, but what if it’s just the heat of the moment? He doesn’t have a great track record when it comes to love and I need to feel secure before I give my heart away.”
“Charlotte,” Bly stood looking down at them. They were too close together for his liking. He’d watched them from across the room, leaning in close, whispering and laughing; Charlotte’s hand brushed Jorgen’s hair off his face with too much familiarity.
Jorgen stood up, offered his hand, “Alexander Bly, it’s been a while, nice to see you. What are the odds, running into my little Chari and you in the same night? I was just telling her I’m playing in San Francisco tomorrow, the Forty-Niners, and she might want to come along.” He noticed that Bly’s gaze never left Charlotte.
“I’m going with him Bly, go fuck the wicked witch, I’m sure she’s hot to keep her job.”
“Charlotte, you’re drunk let’s go to the room, please.” He stepped closer to Jorgen, they stood face to face, his was a mask of fury and his voice made her cringe, “Jorgen, she’s with me, do you understand? She’s not going anywhere with you ever again.”
Jorgen backed away and threw up his hands. He looked at Charlotte and said, “Well Chari, I believe he loves you, too, so you’re not in it all by yourself.”
Bly’s face softened then and he sat next to her in the booth. He held her against him and whispered, “Charlotte, you’ve put up a good fight to keep your feelings in control. The battle isn’t lost if you love me, we’ve both won. I love you Charlotte, truly, madly and very, very deeply.”
In the elevator, on their way to the room, she clung to him, but wouldn’t look up at his face.
He felt like he had been given the greatest gift of his life, she loved him and she’d even told Jorgen. He wanted to run his hands up the back of the tiny dress and cup her ass but he needed her to know it was more than sex. It was certainly mind-blowing sex, but it was much, much more.
In the suite they made love slowly, both saying, “I love you, I love you,” over and over.
He’d taken her again, against the wall of the shower, lifting her, her legs encircling him. He’d pulled her down hard on his cock and she felt that she would split open, but she trusted him and she clinched tight around him as she reveled in the glorious ache.
Later, they sat against piles of pillows in the huge bed, the lights of the Strip casting bright patterns on the walls of the suite. They’d ordered burgers and fries from room service and laughed as they fed each other in bed.
He told her the reason he’d stared at her all those years ago at the photo shoot. That he’d fallen hopelessly in love with her then and he’d had the primal urge to take her without a condom and plant his seed in her. The need to possess her had been so strong that he intended to tell her, that’s why he’d called. He wanted her to meet him so he could say he knew it was crazy but she was meant to be his. That she
should love him and have his children and they would have everything, especially each other.
She slept curled tightly against him, she was his and he loved her, she was safe with him and so was her heart. She rose early the next morning, dressed in jeans, t-shirt and sneakers and put her hair in a ponytail. She wanted to try her hand at gambling before they left so she grabbed her phone and her wallet and took the elevator to the casino. She played some slot machines and it was up and down and it bored her. She walked out onto the Strip and breathed in the air. She felt a pinch at her neck and everything went black.
By late afternoon, when Charlotte couldn’t be found, Bly was in a panic, he had the entire hotel staff and the police looking for her.
West reviewed the security tapes and three of Jamey Huang’s men had been in the casino. The cameras showed that she’d walked outside after gambling and they had followed her. The trail ended there and her cell phone was going straight to voice mail. He alerted the highway patrol and the Las Vegas and L.A. police departments and airport security nationwide.
The call came the next day from Jamey Huang, he wanted to meet Alexander Bly face to face and make his demands. No law enforcement would be involved or Charlotte would die. It was arranged for him to come to Bly’s mansion with only one of his men. He felt that would be sufficient since he held all the cards.
***
Huang looked perfectly at ease sitting in Bly’s formal living room. He smiled serenely, sure of himself as he watched the powerful Alexander Bly sweat.
“You don’t quite understand, Mr. Bly. It would be simple if all I wanted was your money or your life or only to fuck your gorgeous girlfriend. Even as extraordinary as she is, none of those things fill my needs. I suppose it was a lucky twist of fate that your case brought Charlotte into my sphere of consciousness. Oh, it took a lot of digging. Perhaps your own sources overlooked the connection. You see, I want to kill a man, a man who has become a serious thorn in my side and he will only come to me in order to save her. I will put your mind at ease by telling you that she ended it with him long before she knew you. The good news for me is that he has never been able to move past his love for her. So you see, Mr. Bly, she is the perfect bait. He has nearly ruined my nice little arms-dealing business, he has ruthlessly killed my men and my foreign clients and he has been impossible to stop. I want him to surrender himself to me so that I can torture him for a good, long while before I kill him. Your job is to convey my message that his beloved will remain untouched, although she will also be naked and drugged just to take the edge off her hell-cat tendencies,” he touched the deep scratch marks that marred his face. “She will be returned to you, Mr. Bly, you can ride off into the sunset with her and live happily ever after if that is what you wish. However you must to come to Hong Kong to collect her. Here is the address where we will make the trade in two days’ time.” He handed a slip of paper to Bly. “An easy trade, Mr. Bly, I’m sure he’ll agree to it quickly when he knows that I have her. If you want her alive and… intact, you will bring me Finnegan Hale.”
