Forget Cinderella (True Loves Fairytale Book 1)

by Tracey Champion

  “Jordan…” I plead as he moves his finger fast and hard inside me. I can’t help but rock my hips. Then he stops. Oh. My. God. Please tell me he is not turning me into a freaking yo-yo. Jordan moves to my side, and I’m puzzled as to why he stopped.

  “Sit up and follow my instructions.” I do as he asks, and I sit up. “Good, I want you to brace your hands on the wall at the head of the bed and spread your legs wide.” Again I do as he asks. Jordan comes up beside me, he moves my hands lower and tells me to scoot back a little.

  “Comfortable,” I nod yes. I have most of my weight on my legs and with the way my back is I’m not putting any on my arms which is good. I do take note I have no pain in my left wrist. “Hold on pretty girl and enjoy.”

  Jordan moves behind me. I don’t even have time to wonder before his head is between my leg. He pulls me a little closer to his mouth then licks me. Holy shit! His eyes are glued onto mine as I watch what he does. He runs his hand over my butt and lightly smacks it.

  I brace myself more against the wall. I try to be careful not to put a lot of pressure on my left arm. Jordan notices and doesn’t smack me again. I feel his hand caress my butt then he slides his fingers down and thrusts them inside me.

  “Oh, my…” Jordan goes between sucking and licking my clit all while moving his fingers in and out of me. I’m not even aware I begin to move my hips. The pleasure is tickling up my spine and I want to keep it.

  “Good, pretty girl, ride my face and fingers, I want you to cum on me.” I can’t even respond. Jordan’s finger hit that yummy spot inside me that ignites my entire body.

  He is ruthless with me, and I love it. I rock my hips riding him and chasing my orgasm. I brace myself hard when my knees give.

  “Cum for me Cara Mia, don’t fight it.” Jordan sucks hard on my clit, and I burst. My orgasm is pulsing throughout my body. I try to pull away from him because this time the pleasure is intense. Jordan only holds onto me tighter, slowing down the movements of his fingers. He forces me to ride out my orgasm.

  By the time I have ridden out my orgasm I have tears running down my face. Jordan moves and pulls me into his arms.

  “Cara Mia, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” What?

  “No, you didn’t hurt me. That was just intense. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before. It was amazing.”

  Jordan holds me for a little and then we both wash up in the shower quickly. I decide before returning to bed to brush my teeth and Jordan follows me. When we’re finished we climb back into bed, both of us satisfied and naked. Jordan pulls my body close to him and holds onto me as we fall asleep. I seem to sleep much better in his arms.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  The following week is a mess. I spend a lot of my time with my step-mom Elizabeth. She has me signing a ton of papers. Jordan had told me before I spent an entire day with her that I should have no problems just signing the papers. He mentioned that he had copies delivered to the office, and there was nothing for me to worry about.

  Most of the papers had to do with the law firm and my ‘biological’ cut. I told Elizabeth that since I didn’t work there like my siblings I really didn’t deserve the money.

  “Cara Mia, you are your father’s daughter and by blood you are entitled to it. This has nothing to do with you working for the firm. If you choose to live comfortably off the money, then do so.” She sounded very serious about the whole thing. She made fighting my point absolutely worthless.

  “Okay, I will accept the money. I want you to remember I refused this first.” Elizabeth laughed at me. “Um, I know what to call dad. What should I call you?” I think I was right by asking.

  “You can call me whatever, mom, Elizabeth, Liz, or Beth. They’re all the same to me.” I knew I was scrunching up my face trying to think about all she said. “Cara Mia, I don’t want to take the place of your mother. I want to honor her. You never have to call me Mom, ever. If you’re never comfortable doing so.”

  “Well..um..please just call me Cara. I think right now I only like Jordan to use my full name.” Letting him be the only one to call me Cara Mia made the name special. “Why do you want to honor Momma?”

  “Good question Cara. From the first time I met your mother until her death she was full of life. You meant the entire world to her. She lived her life the way she did to do right by you. That’s why I made the choice to buy you that pink and purple dress.” I tried to remember what dress she was talking about.

  “The dress I wore to Mommas funeral, you bought it for me.” I was stunned. I mean I know now that I sort of matched my father at the funeral.

  “Yes. I wanted you to know that you weren’t alone. To bring some peace to you. At the time buying the dress was the only thing I could think of.” Wow. Okay, I really was beginning to like her more.

  “Mom, I still have the dress. I placed the beautiful dress in Momma’s hope chest.” I could see the unshed tears forming in her eyes. I took the initiative and wrapped my arms around her in a big hug. I felt loved when she hugged me back.

  We spent the rest of the day eating lunch and, of course, shopping. I hated shopping before. I had to be very careful at how much I could spend and on what. I purchased some new clothes, a few books that I was dying to read, and I even picked up some blank journals. I needed to start writing again. Maybe they would inspire me to do something.

  I later spent some time hanging around Jordan’s office. I learned a lot of interesting information from Seth. Okay, I lied. I tried to learn something from Seth. His work was confusing. I thought that Tom working with numbers was confusing. The codes that I watched Seth plug into the computer looked alien.

  He showed me how quick he could get into any bank account. He took my name and did some major tapping on the keyboard. Then he pulled up a crap load of information on me. My bank account, my Facebook, Twitter, and he even got into my personal email. I wanted to die.

  He explained to me that he did so by hacking into my computer that was still on at Jordan’s house. I definitely wanted to die. He told me that he would stop by later and place some programs on the computer for protection. I told him the computer was old. Then we spent hours going over my computer.

  By the time we were done, Seth had plans to pick up my computer. We ordered a brand new computer. Okay, let me be specific. To me a brand new computer, to Seth, we purchased a bunch of computer parts for him to build me one hell of a computer. Alien, he was talking alien to me.

  I brought up his relationship with Maria. I like Maria. He told me they met in college. Maria was in dance and business. He was in the library. She had an issue with her laptop and he offered to help and the rest well, they got together. I had to ask how long they had been together. When he said six years, I just about fell out of my chair.

  “Six years, seriously Seth. Put a damn ring on her finger.” He just rolled his shoulders at me. “No, I mean it, don’t you want to make an honest woman out of her?”

  “Yes, but I don’t think she wants to get married.” What?

  “Every girl wants to at some point. It’s the fantasy. Ask her.” I was trying to make a point, and we could hear the noise outside the room. Seth looked from me to the door. What happened next was priceless.

  I followed him out of the room. Jessica was talking with Amber, and all the guys were coming out of the conference room. I smiled at Jordan and motioned for him to follow with me.

  “Maria.” She had her back to all of us typing on the computer. She turned quickly. “I think we have been together long enough.” I watched as Seth pulled her up from the chair. I thought he would drop on one knee. When I get proposed to, I want everything. I want the experience to be my kind of perfect. “Marry me.”

  Maria screamed. Then broke into tears. I wanted to run and hide. If she says no, I’m in trouble.

  “Yes, but I know you, Seth. Where is the ring?” Seth looked at me, and now I rolled my shoulders. Then he said the perfect thing.

  “I want to pick it out wit
h you. Whatever you want, you can have.” She smiled, and I took that as a cue to walk away. Maria learned just how wanted she was. I knew Jordan wanted me, but how much of me does he really want?

  On Thursday, Hanna was having her second sit down with Amber and Ryan. What they learned from her was Travis had a single mom, Laura Gunthrey. Laura was overprotective of Travis. Hanna learned something happened to Travis’s mother during her pregnancy. The real piece of information was the fact that Travis made absolutely sure that he never spoke of his father.

  I spoke of my father in the way of I didn’t know about him. I would mention things Momma told me. Hanna had said that he was very careful to avoid the topic. Why? That was the big question. Travis had given them the biggest clue.

  Travis was born the same year as Jordan in 1987. Travis was born sometime in January that made him twenty-eight. Jordan was twenty-seven. I had to pry from Jordan that his birthday was September first. Only five months away I giggled. We were at the end of April. I hated that the hotter months were coming.

  Knowing how old Travis was and that his malfunction possibly started before he was born gave them a time. Amber and Ryan took detailed notes and mentioned that they needed to go over more files to be sure. They were determined to find any significant case around the time he may have been conceived till the date of birth.

  I’m thankful that I haven’t seen anything new from Travis, but that doesn’t mean he’s done with me. I’m still not allowed to go anywhere alone. Jordan took me to get a better cell phone. I was surprised he put me on his cell plan with a reason, though. He was connected to my phone. From his cell phone, he could GPS my location. I told him he was crazy, but I would soon learn how important what he did would be to me.

  I took Bridgett with me to the doctor on Friday. We ended up having breakfast together. Jordan had to take care of important cases going on that I didn’t have clearance to be informed on. He checked to make sure that he could see where I was on his phone then kissed me before I left.

  “Here are the plans for today.” We were at breakfast, and I had no clue what she was talking about.

  “What plans, I know I have to be at the doctor by noon.” She smiled at me like there was something I missed.

  “Well, after your doctor’s appointment I have to call dad. Then we are to meet him at the KIA dealership. Remember he offered to buy you a new car.” How could I forget? I had been relying on someone to pick me up or Jordan all week. Granted I think having a new set of wheels won’t really change my dilemma much.

  I told her that I was fine with vehicle shopping. I liked my former car, but I was no longer allowed to have the broken vehicle. Thank you, Travis.

  The doctors visit was different this time. She was pleased that I had put some weight back on. Then she unwrapped my wrist and fingers. She told me I no longer needed to keep my fingers wrapped. I had to explain to her that I was continuing to wrap them because they looked awful.

  She had an X-ray taken of my wrist. My wrist was healing great. The X-ray showed I really no longer needed to keep on a cast. She wanted me to still be careful and to just keep a light wrap on. This was the first time I had been to the doctor, and I knew I needed to ask for them since I was here.

  “I ran out of my birth control,” I explained to her. We talked about my options. The pills I had been taking before ran out. I wasn’t stupid, and I was paying a lot out of my personal pocket for them from the clinic I had gone to.

  “I think I can prescribe you more.” We talked about what I wanted from my birth control and what my menstrual cycles were. I explained to her they were painful, and that was really the only reason I had them. I told her I was still a virgin, but that I think having more would be a good idea.

  She gave me a couple packs of one birth control to try. I was supposed to take only the medicated pills and to skip the period ones. She told me I would be completely fine. I had to ask if there would be any risk because I ran out of pills two days before. Of course she told me no. Right, how could I be at risk? I wasn’t even having actual sex.

  The great misery of my wonderful life. I have a boyfriend who really likes me. I even live with him. I sleep in his bed, and the only thing we do is fool around. I swear at the rate we’re going I will die a virgin. There has to be something wrong with me.

  I plan to test that. Why not, right. I’m basically clear. I’m no longer broken or colorful. This should be easy.

  I spent the rest of the day with Bridgett. We met up with dad at the KIA dealership. He told me I could have any vehicle I wanted. I must have disappointed him when I told him I just wanted my car back. Thankfully, we came to a compromise. I got a brand new red KIA Sorento with all the bells and whistles. I stopped fighting him when he told me that since his money was paying for the SUV that he had some control.

  When we were all done. I called to tell Jordan. He told me that he was back at the house. I couldn’t wait to get back and tell him about my doctor’s visit or my new car.

  Jordan was in the kitchen when I got back. I walked in to see him cooking dinner. I still found the sight of him cooking odd and extremely sexy.

  “Jordan, guess what?” He turned to look at me. “No more cast, the doctor said I need to be careful, but other than that I’m good.”

  “That’s great.” I had expected more enthusiasm, but he went back to his previous task.

  I decided to help Jordan in the kitchen. He was seasoning some steaks. I prepared the twice-baked potatoes and some cooked carrots. When everything was done, we sat and ate in silence. I wanted to ask him if something was wrong, but the frustrated look on his face told me to leave it alone.

  That night would be the first of many where I went to be on one side of the bed and him on the other. Jordan no longer slept nude or held me close. The whole dynamic of our relationship changed the second I told him the cast was gone.

  A week later

  “Jessica we need to talk. Oh, hi Amber.” I knew I probably shouldn’t have this talk around Amber, but right now I didn’t care. Jordan was frustrating me.

  “What’s up Cara?” I was thankful that the guys had gone outside. I needed girl time.

  “Is there something wrong with me? I swear I have tried almost everything and got nothing.” Jessica looked at Amber and then back to me.

  “First off what are you talking about? Second there’s nothing wrong with you.” I worried about the reaction Amber would give me, but I needed to solve this.

  “I want to have sex. Why can some women just quickly lose that stupid v-card and then sex is like candy. Me, I swear at the rate I’m going I will die with the stupid thing.” Both Amber and Jessica began laughing. I crossed my arms over my chest. This was not funny.

  “Amber I’m serious. I have worn my sexier clothing. Given him many opportunities to see me naked. Hell, I’ve gone to bed naked, and he won’t touch me. I fell like I have the plague or some other contagious disease.” Amber whacked Jessica on the arm and they both slowly stopped laughing.

  “I’m sorry Cara, I wish I had something to tell you. I can’t read minds, and I would rather not know my brother’s. I think there’s nothing wrong with you, maybe there’s something wrong with my fucking idiot brother. The only thing I can think of is he doesn’t want to lose you.” I let out a sigh. I hated this.

  “That’s the point, he’s been avoiding me. Hell, I think he’s trying to ignore me. He left me at the house all day Tuesday. I know for a fact that he didn’t go into the office because I talked on the phone with Maria.” I tried hard not to let them see my heart was breaking. Maybe Jordan no longer wanted me. If that was the case, then he needs to tell me.

  “Give him a chance Cara. I know my brother. He has had shit taste in women. You’re not one of them. I like you, a lot. There has to be a reason.” I accepted what she said. I will give him some time and then I want answers.

  “Well, then ladies take me shopping. I need to change how I’m going about this.” Jessica looked excite
d while I saw Amber cringe. “Amber, go with me. I saw at the mall they had these Converse boots in bright pink. I figured you would like them, and I wanted to gift you a pair, but for some reason I decided not to call you to get your size.”

  Amber’s eyes got huge. The woman wore more pairs of converse than I thought humanly possible. All colors and styles. “They are too expensive.” The woman was going to argue with me over money. I have more money than I know what to do with now.

  “Amber I have been back paid from my father’s law firm. I’m allowed to touch my savings account. I have more money than I know what to do with, please go shopping with me. Be that feisty girl I know you are and I will gift you the shoes.” I watched her scratch her head like she was really thinking the idea over. “Amber Carter just say yes.”

  “Oh fine, yes. Oh. My. God. Are we talking like knee-high converse in pink or just like a normal pair of boot type? I don’t own knee-highs. Although I saw them once and thought green was not my color.” I had to clutch my stomach I was laughing so hard. Jessica was kind enough to catch me when I about fell out of my chair. I could barely tell her yes through my laughing fit.

  Then Amber let out a very loud squeal that got the guys to come running inside. Jessica and I were done for. We were laughing hysterically on the floor. We both fell out of our chairs.

  Jordan

  We all went running inside when we heard the loud scream. What we came upon was not what we expected. Amber was jumping up and down all excited. Cara and Jessica were on the floor laughing. I have no idea what just happened and I don’t think I want to know, but God the sound of Cara laughing is something else.

  I can’t help but keep my eyes focused on her. I’m not stupid I know why she chose the outfit she is wearing. She is trying to kill me. Short shorts that come a little under her ass. I had to debate on telling her to change them, but the way they hugged her little ass was perfect. I liked what I saw. She paired it with a fitted gray top that had a deep neckline. The only thing I thought of was how badly I wanted to touch her breasts. I could see her cleavage. I’m a guy. I watched her get dressed. She had paired the outfit with matching pink bra and thong.