Romance: My First Time With The Tycoon

by Ally Nelson

  “One day she was walking to the grocery store when a woman came upon her and gave her a ride. They became fast friends. This woman in the car was named Jean-Marie. Now Jean told the younger girl about a place that was deep in the mountains where no one would ever find her. She helped the young girl file for a divorce from the bully boyfriend. They were able to trick him into signing it one night when he was drunk. Jean Marie told the woman that she would be married again but to a man who was gentle and kind. Well, the young woman didn’t want anything to do with men. Not after Jacob her ex but she knew it was the only way away from her small town. If she could use the fare to get away then she could run from this new man and possibly get away.”

  Maggie kept the grin from her face as Emily’s eyes widened.

  “It didn’t work out that way. She met the man and soon found herself in love with him. He wasn’t like any man she had ever known and she gave her life to making him happy just as he gave his to make her happy.”

  “Do you know this woman? I mean is she here still. Could she tell me it’s ok or answer any questions for me?” Emily felt better knowing there was another woman who had come that was in the same situation as her.

  Maggie reached over and patted her hand. “You can ask me anything you would like to dear.”

  Emily’s eyes widened as she gasped. “You mean the woman was you?”

  “Yes. That was the old me. Jean Marie is my mother in law. You see my dear you have to let go of the past and let it be that. The past. In order to move forward you have to open your heart. Do you care for Jeremiah?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then will you stay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I am so happy for you dear! I guarantee you will not be disappointed. I promise you. Go on now to your husband.”

  Maggie watched as the young woman who reminded her so much of herself went in search of her new husband, her new life.

  Emily found Jeremiah in the house cutting up vegetables. He turned when he saw her and smiled. She made her way to him and grabbed his head down to kiss him deeply.

  “I’ve made my decision.”

  “Ok?”

  “I want to stay. I wasn’t to stay with you. Will you have me?”

  “Oh thank god. Yes, I will have you and never let you go. I have waited for you my whole life."

  His lips dropped to hers as he kissed her again before lifting her to carry her down the hall. Pushing his foot out, he quickly opened then shut the door to the large bedroom in the back. He had spent numerous nights laying in that bed imagining her under him. He had thought of nothing else but making her his, and becoming one. “I want you.”

  “I want you too. Please just make me yours.” Their clothes were instantly shed from their bodies with sounds of ripping from his impatience. She giggled as he grunted and then she was lying on her back on the bed and looking up at him. His hands were gentle as they glided up her sides to cup both breasts at once. His fingers tweaked her nipples causing her to moan loudly at the feeling. She ran her fingers through his hair bringing him closer to kiss him again before he pulled back. He slowly kissed her neck and shoulders until making his way slowly down to lick a nipple before sucking it into his mouth. His hand coasted over her stomach to come to rest between her legs where he stroked her softly before sliding a finger inside her. Over and over he moved the finger in and out of her marveling at the small little sounds she made while he did it.

  Emily’s whole body was on fire from his touch. She had never felt so amazing. Never had she felt so cherished and loved. She knew this was only the beginning. She looked up into his dark eyes. They were intense and filled with longing as he eased between her legs. Slowly she felt him slip inside her. He went slowly and tenderly making sure she got accustomed to him. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her with his size especially their first time. He began to move slowly and she met each of his thrusts with her own until they were bucking against each other in a wild frenzy, both searching for their orgasm. When it finally hit her she yelled with the ecstasy that washed over her body. She felt herself falling and over and over the sensations caused shivers up and down her body until exhausted she collapsed back on the bed. Jeremiah followed her and laid on his side. Although he didn’t make any move to go another round, his hands never left her body as they slowly caressed her with care. It was like he couldn’t physically stop touching her as he lay there. They sat quietly for some time before he spoke.

  “Thank you.”

  She looked over at him with a grin. “For what?”

  “I know you think that we saved you but really you saved me.”

  “And how is that?”

  “Because I had lost a part of me a long time ago and never seemed to find it until I met you.”

  “And what was that?”

  “My heart.”

  “No my dear I don’t think I found yours but instead I gave you mine.”

  He pulled her close and kissed her softly before they both snuggled together and fell asleep in each other’s arms for the first of many nights together.

  The Alpha Werebear Seeks His Queen,

  A Mail Order Bride Paranormal Romance

  By: E. Cummings

  The Alpha Werebear Seeks His Queen,

  A Mail Order Bride Paranormal Shifter Romance

  ©E. Cummings, 2016 – All rights reserved

  Published by Steamy Reads4U

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  Chapter 1

  The temperatures in Novosibirsk, Siberia could reach well below freezing during the spring. The area is well known for its snow, but it is also the largest growing city in the world, which meant serious opportunity for Anya.

  She looked in the mirror to be sure her long, golden blond hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. She grabbed her muff and white fur lined jacket then made her way down the lift of her sixth story apartment.

  She didn't know what was going to happen tonight, but she had high hopes. The sky was biting her face like frozen daggers, but a fire burned inside of her when she thought of Ivan. They'd been corresponding online now for more than six months. He was a brunette god with the perfect hairy body. He curled his upper lip at the side just a bit when he talked. His rounded features were an amazing contrast to his rough personality and his sexy, deep voice.

  When they first spoke, they clicked right away. He had a way of making her feel beautiful and treasured. He was so romantic. He used to send her flowers and chocolates. Once he even sent her a three-foot-high teddy bear holding a heart. She kept it in her living room on her couch.

  She was shivering with excitement. She'd been waiting for this day for a long time, but she was anxious. He'd never met her in person. Anya was a beautiful woman. She had rounded features and a large chest. Her butt stuck out perfectly, but men didn't really like her. She wasn't big, she was just a little curvy. There was nothing wrong with that and she was still confident, but there was a lot of compet
ition and men usually passed her up. There were a lot more women than men in her area of the world.

  They didn't seem to appreciate somebody like her. They wanted somebody with a skinny body and unrealistic proportions. She was a real woman. She knew how to cook and how to sew. She wasn't demanding. She wanted her man to be happy and she would love him unconditionally.

  At the same time, she needed to be treasured. This was a man's country overrun by women. Alcohol flowed just like water. It rained vodka. She'd been through it all and it had hardened her. She knew what she wanted and she knew what she would never handle again. She felt down her leg where the bruise had been and she shuddered. It had faded years ago, but that image of abuse was still inside of her. No man would ever lay a hand on her again and live to see the next day.

  Ivan was different. He used to call her his jewel. Every single day he would be with her in spirit at the keyboard, telling her about his life, and asking about hers. He was genuinely interested. He loved her, even though they'd never met.

  Things had to be perfect. She checked her lipstick in the restaurant window and walked into the pristine lobby where she sat on a green leather bench and waited for the server. To her right was an orchid arrangement in a blue and white blown glass vase. This was not the kind of restaurant you simply went for lunch. Ivan told her he wanted to take her somewhere that would do her justice, and she was starting to feel overwhelmed. What if he didn't like her when he saw her? What if he laughed and walked away?

  Anya tried not to think about what could happen. She simply focused on what it would take to make things go right. A couture brunette in a minimalistic white dress and a short bob walked up. Her heels were clicking almost as fast as Anya's heart. He would love her. She knew this man. He already loved her.

  “Hello, for one?”

  “For two.” The woman looked at her skeptically, but turned around to show her to her table. Her brisk stride was a slap in the face. It heightened Anya's anxiety and she could feel herself sweating. He would love her.

  She sat down and the woman went to go get the waitress. She seemed like she wanted to speed things along.

  A young blond in the same white dress came up and asked, “Are you ready to order?”

  “I think I'll wait until my date gets here.”

  “Great.” She had a mocking tone to her voice.

  Fashion is a huge part of Eastern European culture. It not only defines the cultural norm, but it defines the way of life. People don't simply walk out of their houses in a shirt and jeans, so Anya had to deal with a serious stigma from both men and women. That stigma was bearing down on her. She didn't have much chance in this place for love, and Ivan meant a lot to her. If these women were looking at her like this, what would Ivan think?

  She tried not to think about it. She was starving. She'd been trying to lose weight for the past month. She was smart enough to avoid bad diets and drugs. She knew how to eat well, and she was doing pretty good. She'd cut out bread and red meat. She was staying away from sugar and oils. She'd lost almost five pounds, but the menu was tempting. There was a shrimp dish with a cream sauce that sounded particularly good, but she knew she'd probably just stick with the chicken and squash.

  After about fifteen minutes, the waitress started to get a little nervous. Anya could see her looking over at her every time she got a chance. She'd go by her table a little too much, then she finally walked over.

  “You sure you don't want to order yet?”

  “I'm sure. It's rude. He'll be here soon.”

  “OK.” She could barely keep her fake smile going.

  Anya pulled out her phone and checked to see if there were any missed calls or texts. Ivan said he would call if he was running late, and it had only been about 20 minutes. Anya herself was a little late. Maybe she'd missed him. He said he'd call when he got to the restaurant, though.

  She looked around. Maybe he was walking into the lobby. He wasn't there.

  Five minutes later, the waitress walked over with a sympathetic look on her face that warranted assault.

  “I'm so sorry, miss. Are you sure that you aren't ready to order?”

  “Yes. I'm sure. It hasn't even been that long.”

  “Well, we'll give it a little more time I guess.”

  As the waitress walked away, Anya thought she saw a brunette man walk out of the lobby. She turned back and he was gone. It couldn't have been him. He would've called. She decided to wait a little longer. Once it had been 40 minutes, the waitress walked up again and she had an assertive air about her.

  “Ma'am I—

  “I'll have a glass of Merlot and the shrimp dish and I don't want to see you for at least forty minutes.” The model scoffed and ran to the kitchen to make sure the staff spit in her food.

  Anya sighed. It couldn't have been him. She took a sip of wine. He had promised to call when he got to the restaurant. He said he would be here. He even said he loved her. She took a drink of wine and took a roll from the bread basket. He'd come. She pulled out her phone to check and see if she'd missed his call. He hadn't called. He hadn't texted either. She should wait to call. She didn't want to seem desperate. She knew how men could feel overwhelmed by women. She put her phone back in her purse and ate another roll. Well, she'd better see what was going on. It had been a while. It was almost an hour since she got to the restaurant.

  When she dialed his number, it rang three times then it went to his voice-mail. She drank the rest of her wine and started in on the shrimp. It tasted bland. There was no satisfaction. She didn't like her buzz. She didn't feel better when she got her third glass, and she certainly didn't feel good about the way that the women kept staring at her like she was gorging out on pig slop.

  After thirty-nine minutes, the waitress walked over with her check in her hand and slammed it into the table. Anya reached her foot out just as the woman was walking by and she fell flat on her face. She slammed enough money on the table and ran out in tears.

  He never answered any of her calls, texts or emails. It was him. He saw her and he walked out. She was falling over herself outside. She'd walked four blocks to get to the restaurant. She didn't think she'd actually have to walk back. Her ankles would curve at the wrong times in her heels. The ground was swimming. She could feel herself ready to fall. In the end, she was able to take off her heels and walk part of the way barefoot, but the ground was so cold that she was burning up by the time she'd gotten halfway through. Tears were streaming down her face. He said that he loved her. He said that he wanted to be with her. He called her his jewel. He said that they would be together forever. How could he say those things? The vows made between lovers, whether they are typed or spoken, are sacred.

  She was mourning what she knew could never have been. She sat down onto the curb, not even caring whether or not she was ruining her clothes, and started balling. She looked up and her hands came away black. Men are vicious creatures that feed off of heartache and cruelty. They get their confidence by tearing women apart and blaspheming that which is holy. She could feel herself losing her dignity, her pride and most of all, her composure.

  She didn't remember the walk home, but she did remember what she was thinking. She remembered the things he had sent her and how she took them to the field near her apartment to burn them. She remembered opening the boxes of chocolates and eating every last one, but she didn't remember collapsing in a pile of tears on her living room floor.

  Chapter 2

  The next morning, she felt like she'd been poisoned. Her stomach was aching. She felt like somebody had driven a nail into her skull. The sickest part was that she still wanted to see him and be with him. He'd become this archetype for the perfect husband. She was so certain that she had finally met the man of her dreams. It didn't feel like it was really over, it just felt like a hiatus.

  She walked over to her computer. Maybe something had happed. She had a bit of hope rising up inside of her. The last time they spoke, he hadn't left the airport yet.
He probably had problems with his flight. Ivan would never stand her up like that.

  She had an email from him. Her heart jumped. He did love her. They would be together. She opened it. He said that he came to the restaurant and saw her. She wasn't what she said she was. She was fat and he didn't want to be with her. He was actually upset with her. He said that he was angry that he sent her all of those things and that she should've told him she was fat, but he'd seen her in pictures. She didn't misrepresent herself.

  Anya decided to save herself some dignity and let it be.

  She clicked around mindlessly. There were some nice dresses that she wanted, but they would never be enough. There were some beautiful necklaces, but they wouldn't get rid of her pooch. She checked out different recipes, but she wouldn't stick to them.

  She had to face it. She was big, but she was beautiful. She had the perfect fishy face. She had the right hair, the right eyes, everything about her was perfect, and there were a lot of men out there who would love her. There just didn't seem to be any in Siberia. That was a huge problem.

  She clicked over to the dating website she been using and typed big women lovers. There were some OK ads. She didn't like black men, but there were a lot of them. She saw some little men. She didn't like short, but she didn't mind furry.

  One ad in particular caught her eye. It was for what was called the Tsvetok Marriage Agency. They were holding a mixer in two days for women to meet their potential husbands. Tsvetok is Russian for flower. Their idea was that women can blossom anywhere. Anya liked that. It would be wonderful. They said that they had an 80 percent success rate and that most marriages occurred in either the UK or the United States. Anya hated the US in many ways, but the idea of going somewhere with warm weather sounded very appealing. She hated having to deal with the constant cold, and she didn't like living in this city.