by Fifi Flowers
Awakening
to You
Fifi Flowers
Champagne Girl Studio
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WARNING: This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adult readers only.
Other Books by Fifi Flowers
A Window to Love, (Book 1, Windows Series)
Reclining Nude in Chicago, (Book 1, Encounters Series)
Awakening to You… in Boston, (Book 1, Awakening Trilogy)
Awakening to You… in LA, (Book 2, Awakening Trilogy)
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Acknowledgements
Chapter One: Drake
Chapter Two: Sofie
Chapter Three: Drake
Chapter Four: Sofie
Chapter Five: Drake
Chapter Six: Sofie
Chapter Seven: Drake
Chapter Eight: Sofie
Chapter Nine: Drake
Epilogue: Three years later
Other Books by Fifi Flowers
About the Author
Fifi Flowers News
Acknowledgements
Time to say “merci” to a few people…
To ma maman, thank you doesn’t seem like the right words for you, what you do for me is incredible… I love you!
Gigeebelle, mon amie, thank you for taming me in more ways than one… I love what you do to me!
Thank you to all of my friendly betareaders that do so much more than just read my books, they support you give me is spectacular: Lilah, Jeanette, Amy, and Andrea thanks for loving my characters as much as I did. I’m feeling like all of you—sad to walk away from Sofie and Drake’s Awakening to You story. A special thanks to Kim, I love when my phone chimes with the word, “bonjour,” you always brighten my day!
Jacquelyn, my editor extraordinaire, thank you, thank you. It has been a pleasure to work with you on this series. I look forward to reading and laughing at your comments on future books.
Paul at BB ebooks Formatting, thank you for your amazing speed, expertise, and kindness.
Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design, thank you for creating three ooh la la covers for this series, and a lovely combined design for the paperback.
Sassy Queens of Tease & Design, thank you for all of your support. Becca and Angel, I love all of the wonderful banners and teasers you have created for this series. Stracey, thank you so much for spreading my name everywhere, along with making FAB swag.
Nelle L’Amour, thank you for your encouragement. It is a delight knowing you. I enjoy our conversations immensely.
Thank you to all Book Bloggers that have made this series more visible, your support is truly, truly appreciated more than you could ever know. Some key bloggers, I must thank for going beyond: Bets of Cover to Cover Book Blog, thank you for all of your help from readings to teasers to promoting, and pushing me to finish. Shannon of Book Boyfriend Reviews, thank you for hosting my cover reveals and releases, along with loving Drake. Susan of Wicked Women Book Blog, aka DJ Susan, thank you for throwing FABuLOUS release parties, along with everything you do for me. Samatha of Naughty Books and Bits, thank you for your unending support. Thank you to Michele, for helping me with Reading is Fashionable, you allow me more time to write. Claire and Wendy of Bare Naked Words, thank you for putting together the Awakening to You Trilogy book tour, and sharing my promos. Ebony of E. McMillan: Author Support, thank you for helping me.
And to everyone on my Fabulous with Fifi Street Team thank you for sharing my book promos and me with the book world. BIG MWAHs to each and every one of you.
Chapter One
Drake…
Sinking to the floor of my hotel room in Northern California, with my phone clutched in my hand, my chest tightened… ached. I almost forgot to breathe when gut-wrenching sobs hit my ears. “No…” echoed throughout my room, over and over. I wanted to call her back. I wanted to hop on a plane. I wanted to hold her. Reassure her. I would never . . . never cheat on my Sofie. I had to convince her… First, I had to convince myself.
How did this happen? What the fuck? There was no denying it. No mistaking it—it was my face. It was my body. It was fucking me. The picture was clear. I knew the women. They had suggested a threesome once, at a party, and twice, while working together on the set. Both of them spelled out things they would like to do with me… to me, trying to entice me. I said no, all three times. I had no desired to be with them. I loved Sofie. I told them it was never going to happen. The tape told a different tale.
I had never heard my girl so cold. She had made up her mind. She shut me out. It was crystal clear I needed proof, and I knew it. She would not accept my words. I couldn’t just keep saying, “It wasn’t me.” I had never had sex with two women, ever. Yes, it was once a fantasy, like every other hot-blooded male has had, at one time in his life, but it never played out. Or did it? Was it me? Even I had to question myself. Yet, I had no recollection. Did they slip something into my drink? That would be the only way they could get me to do that to Sofie.
“God damn it!” I screamed, sending my new phone soaring across the room, crashing into several pieces as it hit the wall. I needed to see her. She needed to see the truth in my face. I hung my head in my hands, knowing she was gone for two weeks. I was stuck up north for at least another week. It was not possible to get to her.
Should I call her back?
Should I leave her alone?
The only clear answer was, best to leave her alone, until I knew where the film came from. I was pretty sure I knew who was behind it. I had to be certain. If I was correct, this time it would be me that showed everyone what he was really made of—I would expose him.
I began to question myself.
How was I going to get answers?
How was I going to get to the source?
How could I not get Dave involved?
How could I get a hold of the women in the film?
How?
How?
How?
That was the biggest question.
I needed help, but I realized it couldn’t be Dave. I couldn’t put him in the middle. He was her friend as well as mine. Then, there was Blaine, who I suspected, had a hand in my current dismal situation. He was also a major component in the film production. We all had to work together. I had no intention of causing problems during filming. Once Dave had returned from his location-scouting trip with Sofie, we got together, and I knew instantly, I needed to keep him out of our mess.
From our conversation over meat, potatoes, and a bot
tle of whiskey, it was quite obvious; Sofie had not fully confided in Dave. He knew that she was the one who had broken things off between us. I confirmed that it was one hundred percent her decision, but I wasn’t ready to talk about all of the details which caused the separation. I did assure him that I wasn’t going to give up. He was happy to hear that. He knew something big was going on; he told me Sofie didn’t want to enlighten him. I’m pretty sure that was why he asked me out for dinner. I was under the impression that he wanted to see if he could patch things up for us. I wished it was that simple.
“Whatever is going on with you two, I’m glad you are willing to fix it. I will tell you what I told Sof, you two definitely belong together. I’ve never seen two people so right . . . besides Nelle and me…” He stopped mid-sentence to laugh and took a sip of his amber libation. “Let me tell you, we had our share of problems . . . but I knew she was the one.”
I’m sure Dave never had sex tape problems. “Believe me. I’m working on it. I love Sofie. She needs to come back to me… I want her back now. Some things need to be worked out . . . solved. I’m going to do whatever it takes.” I hesitated. I still didn’t have a plan of attack. “I’m just not certain how…” I sliced into my perfectly cooked, medium rare, Kobe beef steak and took a bite, pausing my speech—my almost confession. I was afraid I was going to spill my woes. I needed to guide the conversation away from me. “So, what did you do to poor Nelle?”
“It wasn’t me.”
“That’s what they all say,” I retorted quickly. We both laughed.
Recovered from our snickering, Dave started his story of being an innocent bystander. “I swear, not me, at all. Believe it or not, our problem was crazy Mandi.”
Nearly choking, I blurted, “That chick was mad about you. What the hell did she do? I can only imagine.”
“You have no idea what she is capable of doing. She visited Nelle’s salon to have her hair done. How Mandi found out where Nelle worked, or how she even knew about Nelle and me . . . I have no idea. Anyway, that crazy bitch went to get weekly treatments. She started confiding in Nelle, telling her that she was involved with a guy name David who worked in the movie industry, etc. etc. Every appointment, she fed Nelle tidbits about her relationship until Nelle figured out she was talking about me. Sofie had to come to bat for me. Nelle was already leery about dating anyone in the film industry, and had let me know, up front. The phone call I received from Nelle, when it finally dawned on her that she and Mandi were seeing the same guy, left me with my mouth hanging open. She basically told me, bluntly, with colorful words, she was not interested in dating a player. Me—a player? So not what I would call myself.”
I laughed. Dave could be a flirt, but I had never known him to date more than one person at a time. He was Mr. Monogamous, but I had to rib him a bit. “Oh, come on; tell the truth . . . you had a stable of chicks.”
“Seriously. When Sofie first tried to set us up, Nelle told her she saw enough cheating going on while she worked on various studio soundstages and film locations, before she opened her own salon. Sofie had to convince her I was different. Then, here comes crazy-ass Mandi, trying to fuck things up between us. Thankfully, Sofie proved to her that she was dishing her a bounty of bullshit; nothing but flat out lies. I was relieved when Nelle promptly canceled all of kooky Mandi’s future appointments. She told her not to come back, then, alerted her staff that she was banned for life.”
“Holy shit! That chick has always been bat-shit crazy. Great parents, though. What the hell happened to their daughter?” I continued to shake my head, shocked at how far Mandi would go. She would never have Dave. He had told her so many times. Yes, he had had to deal with a lot of shit with that one, but he had not actually done anything. It appeared that I, on other hand, had done a truly dirty deed that wouldn’t be easily forgiven. “I wish our problem was that simple…” I bit my bottom lip to stop any possible chance of confessing.
“I understand. No more woman trouble talk. However, I don’t think I have to tell you, but if you could keep it out of our work days…”
“Enough said. You have nothing to worry about. I would never do anything to sabotage the productivity on the film. We’re all professionals. We will work through this.” Raising my glass, Dave’s joined mine in a toast. “To friendship…”
“And to the women that drive us to drink.” Smirking at each, we drained our glasses.
The rest of the evening, shop talk ruled our conversation. A perfect distraction. No, Dave was not going to be my choice to ask for assistance. I did need someone that was in my corner. I needed someone in Sofie’s corner. Someone who would be routing for us to get back together. Then it hit me—Sofie mentioned Lila would be our go between. Could I get her to help me? We both loved Sofie. She could be the one. I would have to put all my cards on the table to convince her as to how much I love Sofie, and that I would never willingly go against her—ever. Yes, it appeared Lila was my best bet, at this point.
Two weeks later, production was back in full swing. I had arrived in town a week before and was still staying at Sofie’s home; permission granted by her, through her assistant. Lila had come to the house, collecting clothes and toiletries for Sofie, who had other accommodations. I wanted to know where she was staying. I wanted to run to her, but I knew better—I needed to stay put. The house was mine until filming ended. I hated staying in her home. At the same time, it was the closest I could be to her without being with her.
Talk about being surrounded by her, there wasn’t one corner that didn’t scream her name. Of course, her cocoa butter smell was everywhere. I swear I heard her sexy whimpers at night, while slumbering in her bed; it wreaked havoc on my body. Thoughts of the last time we were together in her bed often invaded my dreams, causing me to wake up in a sweat. Reaching out to take her into my arms… to hold tight against my body. Reality always slapped me right up the side of my head. Wide awake, her face loomed in my brain. Her lovely green eyes captured mine, burning into my skin . . . my soul . . . my heart.
The day before our departure, I set about packing our bags for the two weeks we would be separated; I had insisted on being helpful. I pulled clothes out of the closet for both of us. Sofie stood back, arms folded across her ample breasts, shaking her head, grinning. I loved the beautiful smile that played on her kissable lips when she questioned me. “What are you putting in my suitcase?”
“Long pants and plenty of panties.” I raised an eyebrow in her direction.
Laughing, Sofie walked up to me. Playfully rubbing up against me, she then climbed up on to the bed. Crawling on her hands and knees toward the middle with her skirt so short, I could see she was bare. Such a pretty view. She looked over her shoulder at me, smirking. “I don’t like to wear panties.”
My little vixen was enticing me with a little wiggle. Not one to disappoint, I moved swiftly to her. Pulling her hips back, I lowered myself to swipe my tongue along her moist folds, from her tight little nub to her wet, glistening, opening. Folding her head down on her crossed arm, she pushed back eagerly into my mouth, moaning, swirling her hips. She tasted so sweet. So utterly delicious. I tugged her right to the edge. Then kicking off my pants, I immersed myself into her tight, dripping wet passage. Nothing ever felt better than my girl.
We spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s arms. Only breaking for food and to re-pack our luggage since our extracurricular activity sent the suitcases, crashing off of the bed, on to the floor. Waking early that next morning, I took in the exquisite sight and feel of the beauty next to me.
Her smooth skin lightly touching mine was so warm.
Her blonde hair was fanned out on her pillow.
Her dark-brown tinted eyelashes, resting on her cheek.
Her swollen lips were slightly parted.
Her breathing was shallow; I watched the rise and fall of her perfect breasts.
Thinking about those precious moments, lying alone in her bed, my body ached to inhabit her. My mout
h watered at the thought of tasting her. To be in her home, surrounded by her aura, her aroma—it was killing me. I wanted to see her next to me, where she belonged. Unfortunately, I had to settle for seeing her at moments, when Lila informed me, I could sneak a peek. Sofie had made it difficult for me be near her, working out a schedule where she didn’t need to be present. I owed her assistant big time for playing devil’s advocate from here and there.
Those rare and wonderful moments close to Sofie, I treasured. However, on far too many occasions, when I did catch a glimpse of her, she was always around Blaine. I hated that Sofie was off with that certain cinematographer. I hated that they had to work so closely. I hated that my imagination ran wild when I saw him put his hands on her every moment he saw me near. Fucking Blaine! Her smiles, directed at him, made me crazy. Fucking Sofie! Was she leaning on him? Had she turned to him in the two weeks she was gone? Was he playing her? Or just me? I was jealous of any of her attention being given to him. She was mine. Was; the operative word. Seeing her with Blaine, had me feeling at an all-time low, until I heard her go off on him. “Get your fucking hands off of me! I don’t know what your game is. Whatever your problem is with Drake, I won’t be your fucking pawn. I’m not interested in you . . . never have been . . . never will be . . . fuck off!”
Her words lead me to believe maybe there was a light at the end of the tunnel. I just needed to get to the bottom of the sex tape scandal. The women would be on the set. I would talk to them, finally. Everything would be right . . . then my heart sunk a bit. “So, it is true, you’re back to fucking Marco?”
“My social life is none of your fucking business. Why don’t you stay out of it! You already ruined Drake and me, isn’t that enough? I know you are not interested in me. You only touch me when he’s around. Stop with your games. You won one little victory. Now, just leave me alone and crawl back under the rock you came from.” Not giving him a chance to respond, she stormed off the set.
