Dear Future Husband (The Matchmaker Series)

by Angel Devlin

  Ella xo

  Looking over what I’d written to Gavin, I realized that actually I’d run out of steam with wanting to share any more information about myself. I’d be seeing him soon anyway. At least that’s what I told myself, and not the probable truth, which was I was just so damn eager to write the letter to my mystery man!

  I watched another episode of YOU while I drank a couple more glasses of wine. Then I opened up a fresh Word document and start the draft of my letter to Mr. X.

  Dear Mr. X (Potential future husband)

  Well, I have to say you surprised me too. But then again maybe I like to be kept on my toes, (especially if it’s because you’ve pushed me against a wall and I’m arching in ecstasy).

  During the course of our meal, I will slip my foot out of my shoe and will lift it between your legs. My toes and the pad of my foot will slip and slide over your crotch, feeling your hardness as we enjoy our food. You’ll watch me eat, being jealous of every morsel of food that goes into my mouth, wishing it was your cock, and for every sip of drink wishing it was your cum in my mouth.

  On the drive home, the cab driver will believe he has the most perfect well-behaved couple in the rear as I sit back and still against my seat, refusing to touch you, to kiss you, until we are back in my home.

  Every second of travel will bring you an exquisite agony of delayed gratification and by the time we exit the cab you’ll want to run to my front door, and I won’t be able to put the key in the lock quick enough (is that a euphemism?).

  Once through the door, my shiny gold dress will be slipped off my shoulders until it lands in a pool at my feet. You’ll see my ass as I still wear no panties. My strapless nude bra will follow the dress until I am left in just my red heels.

  This time it will be your turn and I will lead you to my bedroom where I will pull you down to sit on the edge of my bed, lowering your pants and revealing your erect cock.

  You’ll watch me lick around my lips before I take you deep. Right to the back of my throat. My tongue will swirl around your glans and I will suck, my fingers trailing over your balls. I will drive you to distraction until you cum down my throat and I swallow every last drop.

  Your shirt will come off next and I will sit on the bed and sit astride your mouth as I demand my own satisfaction and ride myself on your tongue until I come.

  By then you’ll be ready for more and I will move to sit astride you, lowering myself onto your cock, sinking you deep, then letting you slide, before sinking deep again. I will rotate my hips and work myself on your thick length, your hands kneading my breasts, our breaths harsh in the otherwise silent house.

  You’ll flip me over, having to show your alpha maleness. Pinning me to the bed, you will drive into me again, and again, and again, until I’m screaming your name and we both reach our crescendos. You’ll gather me within your arms, and we will fall asleep.

  It’ll be like our souls entwined as well as our bodies.

  Love, Ella xo

  As I re-read the letter on screen, for the first time I wondered if I was making a mistake. What if I had just described a filthy fantasy to someone who turned out to be a complete pervert? What if I had zero chemistry with them and yet I’d written this?

  Oh you’ve gone this far along with it. You may as well see it through to the bitter end. I tell myself. I handwrite both the letters and mail them before I change my mind.

  Finn comes in late. He was staying out more and more these days. I wondered if he had a girlfriend. The thought should have made me feel happy for him, but strangely it didn’t. I missed him being around. God, I was stupid.

  Finn

  As this shit storm drew nearer to its conclusion I couldn’t sit still. I daren’t be around Ella because she wanted to talk about it all the goddamn time. Instead I was putting in stupid hours at the gym and running. I may have told myself it was to avoid the apartment, but partly it was in case I ever thought fuck it and took her to bed, so she could admire my eight-pack. Yes, I was shallow.

  Ella

  Saturday, February 2, 2019

  Another Saturday, another mail drop. My hair was grey with stress, I was sure. This had felt like the longest wait ever.

  Inside was a letter from Grace herself, along with two more envelopes. The envelopes were both red this time.

  Grace’s letter read:

  Dear Ella

  I hope you’ve enjoyed the process of the What The Heart Wants matchmaking service so far. Please find enclosed your final letters. Should you wish to proceed with a date with either (or both) of your potential matches, please email me at the usual address and I will set up your dates.

  I have to say that usually I insist that letters to each other don’t go into such graphic detail (wow, X’s are scorching) but my gut feeling was that they needed to be passed to you as they were written, uncensored. Anyhow, I believe the heart knows what it wants (hence the name of my agency), and I hope your heart finds its perfect match.

  Love, Grace

  She sounded such an amazing woman. I hoped her own heart found its match soon.

  I opened the first envelope. This time it was X’s. Inside was a Valentine’s card. All it had on the front was a pink background and a large red heart and it said, ‘Be My Valentine’. Inside it was blank except for his words.

  Ella,

  I hope we are indeed a perfect match and we enact every single scenario we have described so far. If not, it was a pleasure writing to you.

  For your information…

  The following morning, very early, I wake you up having brought coffee to your bedside. You smile up at me and I caress your cheek with the tip of my fingers because although I am in lust with you, I am also in love with you.

  I climb into bed at the side of you and we snuggle while you drink your coffee, and then snuggles become caresses; and caresses became heavy breathing, shattering orgasm touches; and then finally exhausted, we fall back to sleep in each other’s arms until the alarm goes off.

  Reluctantly, we part to go to our places of work, but you spend the day with a delicious ache between your thighs and every time you think of us fucking a tingle happens and your panties become damp. You wear a tiny little smile that gives away the fact you spent the night in lust fueled endeavors. Throughout the day I text you about how horny I am, and I make witty comments like have you had a little prick (from your pins), and how you need to come home to me and my large cock. You’ll joke you’re coming home to a big prick.

  So we’ll meet back at the apartment and maybe we’ll send for pizza and I’ll let you choose which sort we have, but that way we can eat in your bedroom (the pizza won’t be the only thing I’ll be eating) and we’ll only have to leave the room to answer the door, and other than that we can stay in bed all night.

  Love, X.

  That was it. My final words from X, who decided in the final letter to show me his heart after all. Next, I opened the second red envelope.

  The card said: To my wife on Valentine’s.

  Seriously?

  I stopped myself from being so judgy, and reminded myself that I started all this, addressing letters to my FUTURE HUSBAND.

  I opened the card and read the verse.

  True love comes to those who wait

  And I have waited for you

  Now it’s almost time

  Will you be my Valentine?

  It was one of those cards you designed yourself, so he had made up the verse.

  Inside he had written.

  Dearest Ella,

  Well, here goes. My final words. I have loved speaking to you in depth over the last few weeks, getting to know you inside, before the out. You are the most beautiful person and I really hope we are a match.

  Whoever you end up with in life Ella. They should count their lucky stars.

  Hoping you arrange a date with me.

  How wonderful would it be, to be able to tell our children that we met by writing love letters anonymously? How truly romantic.


  Gavin xo.

  Oh wow. Actual wow. I had tears glistening in my eyes at his words, and I knew from my heart that I needed to meet both of these men. They both spoke to me from different viewpoints, but I had to know if one of them could be my actual perfect match in life. From their letters I couldn’t choose between them.

  I sent an email.

  To: Gracegraham@whattheheartwants.com

  From: Ellacassidy@yahoo.com

  Date: February 2, 2019

  Subject: Dates with my matches!

  Good morning Grace!

  I would truly like to meet both of the matches. Typical me, I’m afraid, but I can’t decide. What if I choose one, and the other was the love of my life?

  Thank you for everything.

  Kind regards.

  Ella.

  Later that day I received a reply.

  To: Ellacassidy@yahoo.com

  From: Gracegraham@whattheheartwants.com

  Date: January 11, 2019

  Subject: Dates

  Dear Ella

  As you know Valentine’s Day is approaching and both your dates have requested that they meet you on this date. Gavin would like to take you on a lunchtime picnic, and he says he will cover the eventuality of potential inclement weather, and X would like to take you out to dinner. He has evening reservations for you?

  Please let me know where they should meet you and at what time?

  Grace.

  I wrote back to Grace asking that both men gave me a place and time of where to meet them near to, or at where we would be eating. No one was getting my address until I knew I had chemistry with them.

  Then I phoned Finn.

  “Yo.”

  I let go the fact he was speaking like a teenager seeing as it was an emergency situation. “Finn, I have two dates for Valentine’s.”

  “Greedy bitch.”

  “Be serious. It’s the matchmaking thing. They both want to take me out on Valentine’s Day. One at lunch, the other for dinner. I’m waiting to hear back about where they want to meet to eat. But can you still be my bodyguard, or have you got your own date?” I kept my fingers crossed he didn’t have one.

  “Ella. I don’t have a Valentine’s because I don’t need a girl going all gaga goo-goo eyes at me and seeing all the proposals and telling me how lovely it is, and how they hope for that one day.”

  “What a prize for a woman you are.”

  “But, are you seriously asking me to sit on my own in a restaurant on Valentine’s day twice, like some sad loser?”

  The thought made me giggle. “That’s like hilarious. The icing on the top of the cake. You’ll look like you’ve been stood up.”

  “Ha ha ha. Although, maybe all the female wait staff will feel so sorry for me they’ll bring me free drinks and their phone numbers. It’s on. I’ll wear my new suit.”

  “The first date might be in a park.”

  “I’m wearing it anyway. For my bodyguard role. Don’t spoil this for me.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you know when. Where are you anyway?”

  “Just getting changed from a workout. I’m all sweaty and naked while I talk to you.”

  “Ewww, Finn. See you later, and thanks!”

  Actually, I wished we were on videocall, but I hung up. I might get chance to get naked and sweaty with my own hunk soon.

  Ella

  Wednesday February 13, 2019

  I was sitting in HappBEANness with Jodi, Casey, and Audrina. It was after closing and I had been ordered to come here so everyone could give me their opinions before my dates tomorrow.

  “Okay, so what are you going to do if you meet Gavin at the entrance to Central Park tomorrow and you don’t find him attractive?” Casey asked.

  “I shall go and have the picnic anyway because it’s the least I can do after he made so much effort, and anyway, I might still like him. Maybe his personality will shine through.”

  “And he could have a big dick.” The voice came from the corner where Finn was sitting, having decided to work from the café for the afternoon. He’d said he may as well walk back with me and that he’d keep quiet, but I should have known better.

  “Finn. Mind your own.”

  “He’s right though.” Audrina said. “He could.”

  “Plus, you can’t really ask Finn to keep out of it when you’ve asked him to actually go on the dates with you.”

  I turned to look at Finn’s triumphantly smug grin and gave him the middle finger.

  “No, babes, two dates, not one. That’s the kind of guy I am. I’m there for you, for two dates.”

  “You’re such a hero.” I turned back to my friends.

  “So what are you going to wear to the park? I’m guessing the gold dress is coming out for your fancy dinner. It’s freaking stunning.” Casey told the others. “She’ll look like Cinderella did at her ball.”

  “I thought maybe black classic trousers and a white shirt? He’s going to be reading poetry to me. I need to look learned.”

  “You need a massive warm coat because it’s fucking freezing is what you need. Anyway, a guy won’t care what you’re wearing unless it’s something showing a bit of leg, ass, or boob.”

  “Does anyone have duct tape?”

  “Jesus, what are you planning on doing to them?”

  “It’s for your mouth, dickwad.”

  The others laughed. “Finn, I hope you’re going to behave on Ella’s dates.” Jodi said. “They’ve been a long time coming and a lot of effort has gone in leading up to these.”

  “I’ll be on my best behavior. I know they’re special.” He said.

  We carried on drinking and chatting and then eventually, Finn and I walked the five minutes back to the apartment.

  We walked along the hall and Finn spoke. “I’m gonna go straight to my room, Ella. I can feel a headache coming on. Probably eye strain.”

  “Oh no. Feel better soon. Anyhow, thanks for coming with me tomorrow. I feel safer knowing you’re there.”

  “No problem.”

  I reached up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He turned to look at me and there was a moment’s hesitation. A split-second where his mouth was oh so very close to mine and if either one of us moved just a centimeter…

  He backed up. “See you tomorrow, Ella.”

  And with that, he was gone.

  VALENTINE’S DAY

  I could barely work. I was a total mess all day. Luckily, it was quiet in the shop because most people had picked up their orders by yesterday. Jodi kept me in coffee.

  For date one, I went for my classic look, but then I took Finn’s advice too and brought a thick coat with me… and gloves.

  Finn went completely overboard and hired a car so he could properly be a ‘bodyguard’, and so at twelve-thirty a suited Finn walked through the door.

  My heart skipped a beat. I’d never seen him while he was trying on his outfit and he looked sensational. Like some kind of movie star.

  “I think unless your date looks like Henry Cavill, he’s going to get an inferiority complex when he sees your bodyguard.” Jodi whispered.

  “Gavin won’t see Finn. Finn will be sitting behind a tree or something.”

  “How do you live with that and not climb him like a tree?” She shook her head.

  “Sshh. You’re whispering really loudly.” I told her as I noticed the smirk on Finn’s lips.

  “Your carriage awaits, Miss Cassidy.” Finn lowered his head and opened the door for me. “Wish me luck.” I told Jodi as I walked out of the door.

  We waited at the entrance to Central Park for thirty minutes. “Perhaps he’s at a different entrance?”

  “No, you double-checked with Grace, it’s this one.” Finn assured me. “Look, send her a message telling her that you’re in Grayson’s across the street from Central Park. Come on, I’ll buy you lunch.”

  I felt so disappointed. Part of me wanted to go home and cry, the other held out hope Gavin was just running late or was in hospital
and hadn’t stood me up.

  “Come on. Grayson’s does fantastic food.”

  “We’ll not get in; it’s Valentine’s Day.”

  “Let’s just see, shall we?”

  Finn whispered to a waitress and she must have wanted in his pants because not only were we taken to a table, it was a great table with a view of Central Park.

  “Okay.” Finn said picking up a menu. “Now, I know you have to leave if Gavin comes, but you’re dressed up in your lovely classic outfit and I’m in a suit, so I think we should go for it, and do what the lovers do for Valentine’s, okay? So, we’re having champagne and that’s final.”

  I giggled. “Okay, James Bond.”