A Famous Affair

by K. B. Mallion

  Jay Scott and his wife Lara, arrive a little late. I am surprised to see how tall she is compared to him; even without heels she would still tower over him. However, they do make an attractive couple. He is dressed in a black suit with an eye catching red shirt and she is wearing a short, silver cocktail dress that shows off her giraffe like legs. Her long blonde hair is curled and swept to one side so it cascades down past her collarbone, resting upon her generous chest.

  Jonny introduces us and straight away I know that this is a strong, independent woman. To be with Jay Scott, I suppose one would have to be. Otherwise, his dominant character would overshadow someone completely. From our first meeting, I can tell that Lara Scott is a feisty lady who won’t take any shit.

  Simon brings his young and gorgeous girlfriend, Mitzy. He looks handsome in his casual charcoal suit and Mitzy looks fabulous in a short, gold and black bodycon dress. She looks a bit shell shocked when she meets Jonny but that simply adds to her sweet charm. For a girl who dresses so confidently, it is cute to see how she holds so tight to Simon’s arm for reassurance.

  The party is in full, festive swing. The Covettes are going down a treat in the one room and the dining room table is a palatial feast for one’s palate, seasonal food at its finest.

  Mary proudly looks on as Frankie places the final plate of food beside the colourful spread, which is now before our eyes.

  “Oh, Mary, the food looks absolutely fabulous. I literally am drooling, it all looks so delicious.” I put my arm around her.

  “I am delighted, too, Jessica. There have been no major disasters in the kitchen, it all went really smoothly. I really couldn’t have done it all without Frankie, though,” Mary says as Frankie shyly smiles at us both.

  “It has been great fun Mary, I really have learnt a lot today,” the young girl says.

  I grab them both a glass of champagne. “Now I hope you are both going to relax a little and let the waiting staff take over from you?” I ask with a wide smile.

  “We will enjoy the evening, yet keep an eye on the kitchen, too.” Mary winks.

  I give her a big cuddle. “You just can’t stay away, can you Mary?”

  She shakes her head. “I am no good at delegating when I can do it myself, Jessica.”

  I roll my eyes. “Frankie, please try to keep her away from the kitchen,” I request.

  “I will try, but it may be a losing battle.” Frankie shrugs her petite shoulders. I nod, agreeing and laughing at the same time.

  Jonny strolls in and his eyes widen when he sets eyes on the food laid out beautifully on the table. “Wow, the food looks fit for a king.” His broad smile and admiring eyes fix upon me.

  “Isn’t it just?” I reply, still appreciating all of Mary’s culinary masterpieces.

  Jonny walks right over to a delighted Mary. “Well done, it really does look great. I appreciate all your hard work, Mary. You really are my star, thank you.” He kisses her on the cheek then cockily picks up a few red grapes.

  “Thank you, Mr. Riley.” The way her eyes quickly look down at the floor and the sudden flush to her cheeks show how much it means to her to get Jonny’s approval. Mary prides herself on her loyalty and professionalism, but seeing how upset she got when she was talking about Jonny leaving for New York showed to me her true fondness for him. All that she has done here today, has been for him.

  Jonny then stands beside me with a serious expression, popping the last grape into his mouth. “Jessica, can I have a quick word?”

  “Of course.” I follow him out into the hallway. He suddenly grabs my hand, pulling me towards the dimly lit toilet beside the beautiful staircase. As soon as the door closes behind us, he pins me up against it with both his hands above my head. Jonny looks deep into my eyes before kissing me with slow, sensual determination. As hurried, as he was to get me here, with his kiss he takes his sweet time. I, as always, surrender to his beautiful mouth. I close my eyes, not wanting him to ever stop. When it does, I am still lost in his kiss for a few serene moments. I can feel the heat of his breath on my satisfied lips.

  I slowly open my eyes. “What’s that for?” I ask in a breathy whisper.

  Jonny gently rubs our noses together. “It would seem I am missing you, Dimples.”

  I tilt my head with a slight grin. “Are you now?”

  “I am having to share you with a lot of people this evening, so I figured this might be the perfect opportunity to get you alone.”

  I lightly caress his lips with my own. “How very cunning, it appears to have worked.”

  His eyes sexily narrow. “I fucking love it when a plan comes together.” Our lips lock once again in sentimental passion, his body pressing into me harder. As our kiss trails off, I playfully bite on his bottom lip: giving it a salacious lick after. This isn’t about Jonny wanting to have sex with me. It is just as he says . . . he just needed some time alone with me.

  He holds me against him. I stand there just breathing him in. “I can’t believe we only have a few days left before you leave.” I mumble into his chest.

  Jonny’s body tenses. I lift my head to look at him. “I know.” is his only reply. He looks detached as the sadness blankets his face.

  “What’s wrong, Jonny?” I ask, holding his hand.

  Bringing my hand up near his heart, he looks at me. “This is an amazing film offer. I know it is, but I don’t know if I can do it, Jessica. The timing feels all wrong. I am having serious doubts about the whole thing now.”

  I search his eyes. “I am not going to lie to you, Jonny. It is going to be hard. But if anything, the timing is right.”

  He frowns. “Why?”

  “Because of the girls and work, I will be staying in Cheltenham quite a bit anyway. Until the girls feel more comfortable about coming to stay here on a weekend, I will be needing to spend more time away from here. We have all made a great start but I am still trying to rebuild my relationship with them. That is going to take time. I think the fact you will be away, will give me that time needed to get securely back on track with Lissy and Lottie.”

  He stands back, looking a little offended. “So you think my being here won’t let you do that? What happens when I return?”

  I hold him against me, worried that what I have just said has completely come out wrong. “I think if you were here, it would probably take longer. You are a constant reminder of why I am not with their Dad. It will give Shawn time to adjust to my seeing them, too. As great as things are going, we still have to handle things sensitively, Jonny. They both need time to see me in my new life without Shawn. They need time to get used to hearing me talk about you and having you in my life. Like I have said, we have made a good start . . . but we have a long way to go yet. Besides, you cannot turn this role down. It’s a role which will open many doors for you.” I wrap my arms around his neck.

  Jonny’s frown has deepened. “You didn’t answer my question about when I return.”

  “When you return. I will be here waiting. More in love with you than ever. I will have settled into work and had precious time with Lissy and Lottie.” I reassure him, stroking his lonely mouth.

  He looks over my shoulder, looking lost and sad. “You make me sound like a nuisance.”

  Bringing his face closer to mine, I smirk. “I can confirm you are a definite distraction.”

  Jonny continues to pout. “You are going to be too busy to miss me.”

  Again, I smile. “So will you.”

  He looks sternly at me. “I can assure you. Jessica. I am without doubt, going to fucking miss you.”

  I lean in closer, to kiss his sulking lips. “I am going to miss you more than you will ever know, my darling. I am just trying to turn a negative into a positive here, Jonny.”

  “Positivity seems to have eluded me.” He says, sighing heavily.

  I hold him tightly in my arms. I am trying to give him something more tangible to hold onto but it’s useless. Who am I trying to fucking kid? I must be in complete and utter delud
ed denial. This is the man who has turned my life completely upside down. The man that I love so very passionately. So why the fucking hell am I not being completely honest with him? It is true that with Jonny in New York, I will have the time to focus on my daughters. It will give Shawn, time to adjust but that doesn’t mean that I will be any less lost and lonely without him. I keep on trying to convince myself that his going away is going to be painless but it won’t be. It is going to be more painful than I can possibly imagine. I may have Jonny believing my bullshit but it’s about time that I admitted to him that I feel just as scared as he does.

  “Jonny?”

  “Yes?”

  My adoring eyes lift. “I know I am trying to be positive, but the truth is . . . I am absolutely terrified of you going. There is a part of me that wants to beg you to stay. Of course I don’t want you to leave. I love you with all my heart. I keep trying to convince myself that I’m okay about you going, but I’m not. I am not lying about me needing time with Lissy and Lottie. I am not lying about Shawn, but I am lying about being okay . . . I am not okay. How can everything be alright when I can’t even stand you leaving the room, let alone the country?” Before I even have time to stop them, my tears fall down my cheeks. Tears of truth spill from my eyes without warning and without giving me time to prepare.

  Jonny grabs me. “Please don’t cry beautiful. I cannot bear it.” Holding me within his comforting arms, he rests his chin on my head; letting out a deep sigh. “Weirdly, your words make me feel better.” He pulls back so we are nose to nose, breath to breath. “What we have is special, Jessica. I love you. You must know that no amount of time apart is ever going to change that. However, we must make a decision . . . together we have to decide. Do I stay or do I go?” He asks THE question, the question that we have both been trying to avoid.

  I hold my head up, looking into his troubled hazel eyes. “You have said you will do the film, Jonny. You have to honour that promise.” I tell him quietly, fighting back my tears.

  Jonny strokes my cheek. “Are you sure?” he asks, with eyes never leaving mine.

  I nod, needing to swallow first before answering. “I am sure of our love, Jonny. In fact, it is the only thing I am sure of. You need to do this film, then return to me.”

  Jonny smiles. “I can certainly do that.” he tells me before clasping his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my lips to his. After delivering his tender kiss, he rests his forehead against mine. “All the time that I am in America, Jessica. My heart will remain here with you. I love you so much. I always have. I always will. Always.”

  With an aching heart and trembling hands, I cuddle him so tight. I stand there holding onto my darling Jonny, cherishing how it feels to have him in my arms and his body next to mine. “Now I feel okay.” I tell him, leaning back to look him in the eye.

  “So do I.” Jonny says, blinking at me with loving spheres.

  I smile, stroking the side of his face. “We had better stop hiding in the toilet and get back to the party.”

  Jonny nods with a smile. “Are we good?” he asks.

  Holding his hand, I turn to open the door and say, “We are good.”

  Holding me from behind, Jonny kisses my neck and whispers in my ear, “When do you want me to give the girls the concert tickets?”

  “I think before they go tomorrow, it would be a lovely parting gift from you.”

  “Okay . . . let’s get back to the party.” Jonny kisses my shoulder then takes my hand.

  Luckily, everyone was having too much of a good time to even notice our absence at the party. Time momentarily seems to stand still as I look at everyone here, unified in happiness.

  Lydia and Stephanie are dancing and laughing. Jake and Harry look preoccupied in deep conversation. Helena is with Lissy and Lottie, her expressive face and animated arms have both the girls mesmerised.

  Jay and Beef are head to head in comfortable conversation. Simon and his girlfriend, Mitzy are cosy and close in a corner; while Mary and Frankie are sat quietly together with another glass of champagne in hand. This all happens beneath the soft, festive and enchanted lighting, with the band playing merry Yuletide tunes in the background.

  The Christmas spirit fills the room and truly makes it feel magical. If only I could capture this special moment and put it in my pocket. All of those present have in some way travelled along with me on my journey and contributed towards my being here beside Jonny . . . happy, content, loved, and in love.

  I am woken by the sensation of a soft finger delicately brushing my cheek. I roll over and do a feline-esque stretch while my tired eyes strain to focus due to the daylight creeping into the bedroom. I am pretty sure the amount of champagne and apple martinis I drank the night before are somewhat hindering my ability to keep my eyes open, but open they must. Note to self . . . never mix my drinks! I have to admit though, seeing Jonny’s smiling face is certainly a very good incentive to wake up. “Hey you . . . what’s the time?” I grumble. He smells so zesty and fresh with droplets of water on his golden shoulders after his shower. His hair is wet and intoxicatingly messy.

  Jonny kisses my shoulder. “It is time for your morning kiss.” He leans over, delivering his promised kiss. With closed eyes, I enjoy the taste and feel of him. I intend on making the most of his irresistible mouth. As our mouths part, Jonny caresses my arm. “I am sorry for waking you up, I couldn’t resist.” he apologises.

  Running my fingers through my knotty, messy hung-over hair, I wearily reply. “That’s okay, I best get up anyway.”

  Jonny sits on top of me with a grin. “Don’t you dare, I am bringing you breakfast in bed.”

  I look at him with a just woken pout. “Are you now?”

  “Well actually, Mum is cooking it as I’ve given Mary a few days off.” He smoothes down my wayward hair with his loving hand. Yep . . . I definitely have hung-over hair!

  “Is anyone else up yet?” I ask.

  “I’m not sure.” Jonny removes the towel wrapped around his golden waist, throwing it on the floor. He is now on top of me, naked and damp with a wicked glint in his eye. The only thing between our bodies is the duvet. I try not to stare at his beautiful body but it is very hard not to.

  “So what’s for breakfast? I am starving!” Is that the best distraction question you can come up with, Jessica?

  Jonny is smirking. “A full English,” he answers abruptly while his eyes continue to wander all over me. I think a full English is exactly what I am just about to have!

  I stretch again, keeping my arms above my head on the pillow. “Just what my head needs,” I groan with a seductive smile.

  “Feeling fragile are we?” Jonny entwines his fingers through mine and pulls my upper body to him. His cushioned lips deliver a slow kiss, cherishing and comforting to my still fuzzy head.

  “Just a little,” I mumble.

  “Well you, Steph and Lydia were all in fine form last night, weren’t you?” His eyebrows rise with amusement.

  “It was a wonderful night, wasn’t it?” I contently sigh.

  “Yes, it was.” Jonny kisses my bare collarbone. I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasurable feeling of his full lips on my exposed skin. He pushes me back onto the bed, hovering above my naked body. The yearning I feel for him is eager and strong. My hands caress his back while his tongue ravishes my full and begging breasts. His promiscuous mouth takes over by sucking hard on my nipples; sending erotic shivers down my spine and shocks to between my legs. Fervently, we grab, pull and squeeze each other; writhing in desirous ecstasy. I want him inside of me so badly; I become impatient. I pull him closer, pushing my needing mound into him, arching my back as I do so. I close my eyes because I really want to feel him when he enters me. Just as the anticipation is almost consuming me, there’s an inconvenient knock on the door. Well, that’s just bloody great! Startled, I quickly pull the duvet up over my body and Jonny jumps under it.

  “Mum, are you awake?” Lottie’s enquiring voice can be heard. I loo
k over at a red-faced Jonny as my heart pounds inside my still aroused chest. Shit!

  “I’ve just woke up, darling.” I say, trying to sound as normal as possible.

  “Can I come in?”

  “Jonny is just getting into the shower,” I shout from the bed.

  He smiles and whispers in my ear. “I definitely need a cold one now.”

  I hit him in the stomach, silently shushing him with my finger. “Helena’s making breakfast, darling. Go on down and have some. I will be down soon.”

  “Okay Mum, see you in a minute.” Feeling relieved that Lottie has now gone downstairs. I sigh heavily, feeling horny as hell.

  “Now that, Dimples . . . is something I am going to have to get used to,” Jonny says, turning on his side.

  I glance at his calm grin. “Not too often I hope. I am feeling unsatisfied now,” I sulk, kicking at the duvet with my feet. Jonny rolls back on top of me. “Let’s go into the shower . . . I’ll be quick.” His eyes are glazed with playful excitement. I eagerly follow him to the en suite. He quickly switches the shower on as I lock the door. No bloody interruptions this time! The room begins to fill with steam. Jonny grabs me, pulling me into the shower. He is erect and ready; a welcomed sight for my impatient and restless body. With my back to him, he strokes my swollen folds with his wet fingers, brushing my clit with two precise fingers. I push my head back onto his shoulder, but Jonny pushes me forward again. He positions himself to take me from behind . . . and hard. This is a no foreplay, no frills fuck, to satisfy the unsatisfied. Breathless, rampant and hurried, he slams into me over and over. I balance my hands against the wet tiles as Jonny supports my hips.

  The hot shower rains down on our fucking selves as we both lose ourselves to one another. We are unified by our climatic chorus of groans. The tips of Jonny’s fingers dig hard into my stimulated flesh as his body stills behind me, while his pulsing dick empties itself inside of my waiting vagina. I deliriously tense around him as his orgasm triggers mine. Jonny holds my sensitive body as the waves of sweet euphoria wash over me. I feel him relax onto my back, intermittently kissing it as the last of my climax leaves me.