Sweet Immortal (The Golden Collection)

by Carr, Kam

  “I'm just not ready yet” I said matching her tone.

  Amy knelled down in front of me and her hand reached out for my face. I could see the tears building up in her eyes. “Please Blake, give us a chance” her voice was full of love and her eyes said the unspoken words. No one had looked at me like that for a while. She was right I did have to move on. I was lonely and hated it. Here a beautiful woman was willing to give me a chance and I was just going to walk away. It was ridiculous and I would be foolish if I did. Amy cared about me and I deep down cared about her. I couldn't allow Georgina from stopping me live my life, after all she out living hers!

  I placed my hand over Amy’s and fell into her touch. “Do you think it would work?”

  She shrugged and her lip turned up. “There's no harm in trying. I really do care for you, Blake. Much more than I even thought I would.”

  “Me too” I let out an agonizing sigh and took my hand away from hers. I brushed my hair back and sat back on the sofa. “I'm really messed up, Amy. Do you think you can deal with it?”

  Amy climbed on to my lap and her hands returned to my face. Her lips were itches away from mine. “I'll help you” her tone was seductive.

  My hands moved round to her perfect arse and I grabbed hard. “Do you want to help me?”

  “More than you'll ever know” she placed her lips on mine and we fell into a deep meaning full kiss. Our tongues invading each others mouths. My hands moved up to her head to keep it in place. I never wanted her mouth to leave mine.

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  It felt right. This was going to be my second chance of happiness and I was going to grab it with both hands. After all the business with Georgina at least I had learnt something... Don't trust anyone!!!!

  * * *

  “There is an outdoor swimming pool” the estate agent began. I was no longer interested about looking about. I wanted to go back to bed, pull the blanket over my head and pretend last night had never happened. After all there probably wasn't much point in setting up home with Maxwell now. Seeing her before me at Maxwell's parents house had unleashed all my worst fears. Maxwell would choose his daughter over me hands down. I felt my stomach churn. I really couldn't face losing him. How would I carry on without him? I gave up everything for him and would it of been for nothing? I felt my eyes build up with tears. I began to try and blink them back. One tear rolled down my face.

  “Hey” Maxwell said pulling me into him. I rested my head on his broad chest, he smelt amazing and my tears began to fall. Surely no could be that mean and take away the person I loved more than anything. His fingertips began to play with my hair.

  “Would you give us a moment please” he asked the estate agent. I heard the door close and Maxwell lifted my face to gain eye contact with me.

  “Tell me” he said softly.

  “Its her” I cried.

  His mouth tightened and he gave me the cold glare. It had been a while since that look had been directed at me. “I don't want Debbie” he huffed. “I want you... As my wife!” His eyes lit up and it took my breath away. He really meant it.

  “You love me?” I asked.

  He grabbed me tighter and tutted. “Just fucking agree, Miss Dawson. There is no rush in getting married.” He held up my left hand for me to see. “Let me place a ring on this finger and process you fully.”

  I felt myself biting down on my lip. What more could I say? It wasn't everyday a wonderful handsome man wanted you to be theirs. At least this way it would show everyone how serious we were about one another and maybe get Debbie out of the picture.

  “Yes” I smiled up at him.

  His eyes widened and he stumbled back. “Say it again” he beamed.

  “Yes, Mr Thomas. I'll be your wife.”

  He ran over and lifted me up in the air spinning me around. Slowly he lowered me to my feet and grabbed hold of my face. His forehead resting against mine. The smile not once leaving his magical mouth.

  “We need to go and get you a ring” he kissed my lips and the tingles started below. I loved the way he tasted and he was going to be mine forever. The butterflies started in my stomach and that low arching wanton feeling began down below. This man already controlled my body.

  I pulled away. “What about the viewings?”

  “Fuck them!” He walked over to the door and opened it. “Hey!” He yelled. “We will take this one.”

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  The estate agent immediately entered the room looking very pleased with himself. No doubt he was making a lot of commission out of this.

  “Good” he grinned. “Lets talk money!”

  I admired it again. Wow, it was beautiful.

  “Do you like?” Maxwell asked pouring another glass of champagne for me.

  “I love it” I beamed. After we had got the ring, Maxwell had checked us into the Randolph Hotel. The same suite we had spent the day with each other. At least this time I didn't have to rush off and lie about it. I never had to do that again. I was finally with the man of my fantasies.

  “Here” he handed me the glass and sat down next to me on the bed. He draped his arm around and that smile hit his lips. “Now this is perfect.”

  It was perfect. In less than twenty-four hours I had gained a future husband and a home to spend time with him. I was a lucky girl. I held out my hand again to admire it. My Father was going to be very impressed by this. He liked Maxwell, in fact Maxwell had been the only person he had ever taken to play golf. That was a huge thing to my Dad. Maybe we could go and see him next weekend. Tell him the good news face to face. Hang on, I hadn't called my Mum yet. We were speaking regularly now.

  “I should call my Mum” I said taking a sip of my champagne. I watched Maxwell's eyes narrow and his mouth went tight. Why did I always get that reaction when I mentioned my Mum?

  “You don't like her?” I asked allowing my inquisitive mind rule my mouth.

  “She is quite a character” he answered. “Lets just enjoy today and we will think about telling everyone tomorrow.”

  “God, I love you” I said in my sexy voice.

  “Do you now?”

  I nodded and began biting down on my lip. “I love you more naked and laying in bed.”

  “I couldn't agree more with you” he winked. He took the glass out of my hand and placed the both down. He slowly crawled over to me and his lips united with mine. His tongue invading my mouth, then his lips moving down to my neck. His fingers quickly got to work on my shirt buttons. He pushed my shirt aside and my breasts were at his mercy.

  Through my lace bra he begin to tease my nipples, tugging with his teeth on one and his fingertips gently pulling the other. I could have had an orgasm just from this. His hands slipped under my shirt and inside my thong. Slowly magically he found that spot and began to explore.

  I tipped my head back and gave a grown of pure ecstasy. He removed his finger and his hands appeared. He pushed my skirt up my legs, pulled my thong to the side and his mouth was there. Teasing me with his tongue, swirling, licking and sucking my sweet spot. My hands found my hair and I began to tug tightly.

  All of a sudden he stopped. I looked down at him wide eyed.

  Not fair! I was almost there.

  “Get on all fours, Miss Dawson!” He stood up and removed his jogging bottoms. I did as he said. I felt him come behind me, his hands grabbing hold of my hips. It one swift motion he plunged into me. One of his hands found my breast and he began tugging at my nipple.

  My head tipped back and I found his lips. They were still wet and sticky from my pre-orgasmic dew. My fingertips began to tug at his hair, in between the kisses I heard his groans of pleasure. He slammed into me, harder, harder and at great speed.

  I had to place my hand back on the bed to keep my balance. Everything began to get blurry and I felt my relief flooding through me.

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  “Fuck!” I screamed. “Maxwell!”

  “All yours” he growled, he slammed into one more time and found his. I cl
asped into the bed and Maxwell followed directly on top of me. I couldn't move, every muscle was on pure fire. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

  Seriously, how much better could making love to him get? I looked over at the engagement ring. Guess I had a life time to find out....

  “How about a summer wedding?” I suggested laying on my belly eating chocolates. Maxwell had his back rested against the head board and working on his laptop.

  “If you want” his eyes never leaving the screen.

  “How about a winter wedding?”

  “Yeah, sounds good.”

  He wasn't even paying attention. Once again my Mr Golden Rule had turned back into boss mode. I raised an eyebrow, I didn't like being ignored. Especially when I was talking about the happiest day of our life’s.

  I sat up and folded my arms. “Or how about I show up naked at our wedding and fuck the best man?”

  Finally he looked up in shock. “I hope your fucking joking?” He bellowed. I gave a little laugh and a slight smile appeared on his face. I slowly crawled over to him and gave him a sweet kiss. Instantly his hand grabbed hold of my chin and his eyes blazed into me dark but yet sexy.

  “Ever say anything like that again” His tone matching his eyes. “I swear to god I'll spank you till your red raw. Your mine forever and I never want to hear you talking like that.”

  “Arr... Violence” I mocked.

  “No! Your mine and mine only” he tilted his head. “Understand?”

  “Perfectly” I smiled.

  “Good” he kissed my forehead and with his free hand tapped my arse. “Now go and behave. I have work to do and your distracting me. Plus, I have to keep the future Mrs Thomas in everything she requires.”

  I did as he said and went back to my chocolates. For the first time I felt safe and protected. Mrs Georgina Thomas. Was a dream come true.....

  “Dad!” I screamed down the phone. I had just told him mine and Maxwell's good news. The line had gone quiet and that was not a good sign. It was now Monday and we were both back at work. Maxwell was in his office talking to Jan and I taken that as a moment to ring my Dad.

  “Dad!” I yelled again.

  “Why do you have this obsession with getting engaged?” Finally he spoke.

  “I do not have an obsession” I replied. Only my Dad would turn this into me being mental. At the end of the day I was nothing like my Mother and I was fully relieved about that.

  “Really” he tutted. “First it was Richie Rich the Mother basher and now it's Mr hot shot!”

  “You like Mr hot shot” I laughed.

  “George, just to clarify I don't like any man who man handles my daughter!”

  “Dad!” I said with disgust. Why did he always have to talk his mind? Really, sometimes he was such a grumpy old fart.

  “When is this wedding day?” He asked.

  “I don't know.”

  “Will you actually be going through with it this time? Last time you just wasted my time.”

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  I rolled my eyes. “Sorry for the inconvenience that is my life” I tutted.

  “Apology excepted” he said in a rude manner.

  I thought Maxwell could be frustrating by my Dad could take it to a whole new extreme. I shook my head. “I was thinking about coming to visit you one weekend.”

  “Why?”

  “To catch up with you, Caitlyn and Dee.”

  “What do you want to see her for? She is driving me crazy. Caitlyn of course is fussing around her.”

  A little smile came to my lips. Was he jealous? Wasn't he getting attention from his wife.“Your excited about the baby, don't deny it.”

  “As much as a hole in the head” he joked. “Maybe a little” his toned changed. “Right, call me when you know what your doing. Maybe I'll plan a holiday myself that weekend.”

  “I love you, Dad” I said, ignoring his remark.

  “Love you too” he put the phone down and my mouth was wide open. Did he just confess he loved me? He was getting old!

  “What's with the goofy look?” Maxwell smiled towering over me.

  I looked at the phone in my hand and then up at him. His hands were full of paperwork. Looked like my afternoon was planned for me.

  “I just spoke to my Dad” placing the phone back. “I said we would go and see him one weekend. Well, if that is okay with you?”

  He gave a little nod. “Anything you want.” He placed the huge pile of paperwork on my desk. “Did you tell him?” He said quietly and looking around.

  I mocked his actions. “Yes.... What's with the whispering?”

  A little smirk appeared on his lips and his blue eyes lit up. Wow, he was very sexy and irresistible. “I have a little something planned and I don't want anyone round here knowing just yet!”

  I gave a bemused look. Everyone knew we were a couple, so what was the point of hiding our engagement. Especially considering the huge rock I had on my finger.

  I leant forward. “So what is this plan?”

  “All in good time, Miss Dawson. All in good time!” He winked and strolled back into his office. I placed my head in my hands and let out a deep breath. Why did this all feel too good to be true? Did I deserve this much happiness? Then a wave of sadness hit me... My best friend?

  Maybe I had overreacted with the whole her and Blake thing. Why did I act that way? I didn't love Blake. In fact I had stopped loving him from the moment I had met Maxwell. At the end of the day both Amy and Blake both deserved to be happy. I should be happy for my friend and I was. Finally she had met the right person. It was just a coincidence it was Blake. But you couldn't stop falling in love with someone. That I knew too well. I had an urge to call her and maybe met up for a drink. I didn't like us not talking. Deep down I really missed her. I pulled my phone out from my draw and began to write a text.

  Hey.... Really really sorry... Shell we meet up?

  Within a minute...

  Yes :) Same time... Same place X

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  A smile appeared on my face... I had my best friend back.

  “James will pick you up dead on nine and if that shit face turns up you call me... Immediately!” Maxwell ordered. I gave a little nod not really taking much notice of his demands. “This is not a request, Miss Dawson.”

  “I know.. I know it's an order!” I said sarcastically. I was just dying to get of the car and see my best friend. I had so much to tell her and I didn't know where to begin.

  His lip twitched, he didn't like me mocking him and I should of known that by now. He held is right up. “I have never used this before. So, please don't tempt me!”

  I leant froward and placed a little kiss in the centre of his palm. “Mr Golden Rule, your threats just make me want to fuck you.”

  “Very glad to hear it” he smirked while doing his signature move. I fell into his touch like I always did. “I'll be at home waiting for you” he said in a low authorizing sex god voice.

  “I can't wait” I kissed his cheek and finally jumped out of the car. I stepped inside the Grand Café. It always felt like coming home. I really did miss this place. Everything felt safe and familiar. Peter was rested up against the bar, surprisingly enough not chatting up any female students. Maybe he had lost his secret powers! I strolled over and sat down on a stool.

  He looked up and a massive smile came on his face. “Miss PA” he laughed. “What honour do we have today?”

  “I'm meeting Amy for a drink. Is she here?” I began to look around but there was no sight of her anywhere.

  “Nope.” His eyes diverted to my hand. “Wow!” He grabbed my hand and started to admire my ring. I felt a very smug expression appear on my face. Guess my Mr Golden Rule was rubbing off on me. “That's an impressive ring.. Who is the lucky man?”

  “Maxwell Thomas” I said with pride.

  “Do I know him?”

  “Nope!”

  “What happened to...” He began to click his fingers. “Blake?”

>   I felt my cheeks blush. I was surprise he hadn't heard after all the newspaper reports on Blake and his Mother.

  “He's mine now” boomed a voice. I turned in her direction and there she was. All power suit and her phone in its favourite place. “Bottle of white please, Peter.”

  I looked back at Peter and smiled. “Talk later?” I followed Amy to a free table and sat down. Peter brought over the wine and glasses.

  “Enjoy, ladies” and he disappeared.

  I watched as Amy poured the wine while I sat in complete silence. Why did I feel awkward? We had known each other for years and it had never felt like this before. Although, we had never fell out like this... Ever!!

  She handed me a glass. “How are you?”

  “Good....” I took a sip. “And you?”

  “Good” she replied.

  We both began to drink our drinks. This really was uncomfortable and I really didn't like it. I couldn't bare it any longer. One of us had to make the first move and it looked like it was down to me.

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  “I'm sorry” I blurted out. Amy just stared at me with her mouth wide open. I don't know why she looked shocked. Truthfully out of us both she was more stubborn than I was. “I should of never reacted the way I did. If Blake makes you happy then it really isn't any of my business.”

  Amy gave a crooked smile. “I'm sorry too. I should of just been honest with you. After all your like a sister to me. I missed you.”

  I put my glass down and reached over for her hand. “From now on we never fight over men. Deal?”

  “Deal” She squeezed my hand. “What have you been up to?”