The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3)

by North, Alexandra

  I scan over the words again, focusing intently on one sentence in particular, You can’t watch her every second… I already fucking know that - that’s what has been driving me crazy ever since the car accident, since the miscarriage, since we considered that she was being targeted. Now it was 100% clear. This bastard was playing with us but he was also making his intentions clear. He was after Lucia but going by the second to last sentence he had a vendetta against me. I hadn’t seen that coming.

  Not until I’ve taken everything from you….

  Who the fuck was he?

  I rub my head again in angst, and draw it crudely across my mouth pausing to think for a millisecond. A quick glance at the bed shows Lu stirring, her legs stretching in the sheets and I grab my shirt, slip it on and walk to her side of the mattress.

  “Baby? You awake?”

  “Hmmm, what time is it?” Her husky voice is thick with slumber and as she turns to meet my face, the sheet fall to bare her beautiful breasts to me, her beautiful breast on show. I have to refrain from dropping my mouth to suckle. If I did, we’d be in that bed all night and I have business to attend to, before our business dinner. I feel myself grow hard and screw my face up in annoyance at this unknown man who continues to come between Lu and I, in every way.

  “It’s time for you to get in the bath and make yourself even more stunning. You have an hour until we leave.”

  “Oh crap. Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “You needed to sleep. Now, I have to leave for a short while but I’ll be back soon to leave with you in the limo. Will you be Ok?”

  She pulls the covers back and sits up against the velvet headboard, her body completely open to me and I take a deep breath, my chest tightening at her beauty.

  “You vixen.”

  “What?”

  “You know exactly what you’re doing, lady and unfortunately right now, I don’t have time to take full advantage.”

  “You’re saying no? The mighty Sebastian Silver, turning me down?” Her mock drawl is laced with cheekiness and I lean in and cup her neck, drawing her towards me.

  “I will never turn you down baby but I know you would rather have an hour to ready yourself than 10 minutes.”

  “You’re correct of course Monsieur.” Her pout is my undoing and I sigh.

  “I have to go.” I head in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll start the bath for you. Oils or no oils?”

  “No oils please. They mess with my hair and I don’t have time to wash it - not if I’m going to have to get myself off first.”

  WTF?

  “What did you say?”

  “You heard me.”

  It takes me six strides to reach her, her finger coyly hanging from her mouth, taunting me, hair tousled, breasts tempting and knees raised and now parted. Six strides to take her in my arms and kiss her with a passion I thought I’d already zapped only a few hours earlier. She reciprocates with equal ferocity and my shirt and jeans are removed in desperation. I lift her from the bed and her legs are wrapped around me, our lips smashing against one another, tongues duelling, her hands in my hair, on my face, arms, chest. Whispers of love, licks and sexy banter. This woman is mine. No fucker is ever going to take her from me and she would never need to get herself off, whilst I was in the same room as her. Never!

  We hit the wall, my fingers gripping her bottom and thighs, balancing her and my cock finds her entrance in seconds. This was not about foreplay, or taking our time. Now was about immediate contact, our bodies demanding to be connected and needing immediate release. Sleepy fucking. I look down at her, her eyes full of sexual pleasure, hazy and bright green - my bright green eyed girl. Her tits bounce as I slide inside her slickness and lift her with my eagerness. Her moan at my entrance only makes me power on. Jesus, she’s hot, her juices coating my throbbing cock me in hot silk.

  “Mine.” My growl leaves my lips without thought.

  “Yes.”

  “Only mine.”

  “Yes. Fuck me.”

  I pound into her, my body relishing the heat of her channel, nothing would ever beat her pussy, no other woman’s had ever fit me the way her does. She was always so…tight!

  I’m nearly there, I watch her eyes cloud over as her own climax takes her, her walls clenching me from within, sucking me dry.

  I thrust into her one last time as her scream of ecstasy fills my eyes and I collapse onto her breasts, my lips finding one nipple and drawing hard, as I spill my soul into her. I’m thoroughly spent and completely in love with this woman.

  “Fucking mine!”

  “Always, baby.” I feel her kisses on the top of my head as I listen to her heartbeat pounding beneath my ear. So precious. In that moment I know that I can’t tell her about the email; for now I would keep it to myself.

  *******

  I’m not sure which is making me happier right now, shopping in Paris or having the most sexy attentive man, all to myself. I am fortunate enough to be combining both on a sunny Saturday in the fashion capital of the world, wandering through the streets of Paris, looking at antiques, sampling treats from the outdoor markets and enjoying the juxtaposition of rustic and chic that this city did so well. Everything looked brighter and more exciting, when doing them with my fiance. Those last two words warm me instantly and make my cheeks hurt from the incessant smile they create. I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of hearing them.

  Now, laden down with bags from quaint boutiques, and designer’s brands that would make Carrie Bradshaw proud, I spin happily in the street, making Seb stop and watch me with a grin. He casually swings the package from the crème de la crème of vintage designer-wear, where he had found me a stunning evening dress for tonight’s black tie event; I’d fallen in love with it the second I’d brushed my fingers across its silk fabric. Seb had shushed away my protests and declared that it was his prerogative to spend large amounts of money on dresses that he could peel off my delectable body at the end of the night. The Dior creation was perfection.

  “Next stop, perfume.”

  “Oh I don’t need perfume, Seb. I’m good, thank you.”

  “You are perfect..” His lips find mine and rest there for just a little longer than necessary before pulling away, “… I agree, and you always smell divine but we have an appointment at a parfumer in…” his eyes flick over his watch and I lick my lips; I love his hands. “…5 minutes. Let’s go.”

  “Yes, Mr. Silver.”

  “I love it when you do as your told - without question.”

  “Only because it doesn’t happen often.”

  “True.”

  “So, is this place close by?”

  “Just around the corner, we’ll spend some time here then I’m going to take you for the best hot chocolate you’ll ever taste.”

  “Hmmm, sounds fabby. Do I get to know where in advance?”

  “Non.”

  I grin at his wink. Of course not, this was his day. He was in control now and doing all the things he wanted to do in Paris with me. He had allowed me the same privilege yesterday and I was happy to abide by his rules, especially when it meant that I was being pampered like a princess!

  Two minutes later we are entering a sweet little perfume shop, named ‘Parfum Unique’, stylishly decorated in cool greys and whites, with plush furniture and glass shelving, showcasing row upon row of stunning glass bottles of perfume. A chic parisian woman in a pristine white lab coat meets us, as we arrive and promptly unlocks the door. “Come, come. Welcome to Parfume Unique, Monsieur. Silver. It is good to have you back.”

  I instantly freeze, cool icy water filtering along every vein. Good to have him back, did he bring other women here?

  As if to pacify my rigid state, Seb’s chocolatey warm voice drifts over me in soothing waves. “It is good to be back, Madam Viola, my mother adored her Parfum last Noel.”

  I chew my lip in reaction to his words, relief flooding through me. Of course, it wou
ld be his mother; Bitzy would love a place like this.

  “So what can I do for you?” Madam Viola continues.

  “We would like to create a signature scent for my fiancée, for her to wear on our wedding day.”

  My eyes fly up to his, questioning and I smile, screwing my nose in happy disbelief. What an amazing thought. Tears begin to fill my eyes and I consider my unkind thoughts a mere second before, feeling ashamed.

  Viola, nods in agreement and flits her gaze across to me, viewing me up and down at her leisure. It is extremely disconcerting but I allow her to do what I presume is a necessary part of her job.

  “Hmmm. She is passionate, strong, loyal. A heady combination - you will have your hands full.”

  I glance across at Seb and he smiles back at me. This is weird, a bit like going to a clairvoyant. I feel very vulnerable and this woman is beginning to rub me the wrong way.

  “Right on all counts. She is intoxicating.”

  His hand finds mine and lifts it to his lips, planting a firm kiss there, before flicking his tongue out to lick in the crease between my fingers. I shudder. The air literally sizzles between us.

  The woman disappears behind the counter to select two vials and then lays them out in front of her, along with a deck of flash cards. Now what was she going to do? She opens both vials and passes them individually to us, allowing us to savour their smell.

  “Breathe in and allow the scent to nibble at your senses. These two I feel will be definite components your parfume.”

  I glance across to Seb who nods at his vial before swapping with me and nodding again. We both place them down onto the counter in front of us.

  “You must always go with your gut when it comes to scent. Our scent is one of our most powerful tools but it stems from ‘ere, small direct fingers tap against her temple repeatedly. “Your mind works in conjunction with your nose. Scents evoke memories and emotions. It is important to create a scent for a woman that enhances her own smell and personality - then she will be the most powerful creature in the room. A perfume must be both sensual and elegant for a woman like you, Mademoiselle - you are not a girl. Right, Mademoiselle, if you could lift the first card from the deck and tell me what you feel when you see the image.”

  I hesitate a moment but feel Seb’s hand encouragingly in the small of my back and lift the card. The image on the side is of a bottle of wine.

  “Do you prefer rouge or blanc wine?”

  “White.”

  “Bon - next card, S’il vous plait.”

  The next card is of a vanilla pod. “Do you like the scent of vanilla?”

  I nod and we continue. I turn over cards showcasing a flower, for which I answer my favourite to be lily, a piece of chocolate, which I nod, I love chocolate, the colours purple, red and black in succession, a picture of a cinnamon stick, musk, and finally an image of a sexy man. I look up at the technician in surprise but Seb speaks before me.

  “Who the hell is this guy and what has he got to do with this whole process?”

  Ahh, so now he thought this process odd? I smile inwardly - I loved that he was jealous but he had no need to be.

  “The image is of an attractive male Monsieur. Silver but it is purely for me to see if your fiance likes the masculine scent, I can assure you.”

  “Oh I do. I love the masculine scent.” I tease mercilessly, wrapping both my arms around Seb’s waist and pulling him towards me. “I love everything that is masculine about him.” A slight cough interrupts our intimate banter and we return to the matter at hand.

  “You have now selected your options - we can now mix the ingredients you have chosen, from instinct. Would you like to assist Mademoiselle?”

  I smile warmly at this frosty on the outside, soft on the inside businesswoman, the thought of actually creating my own perfume sent a buzz up my spine. “I would love to, thank you, Madame.”

  The next few minutes are spent, carefully measuring pipettes of each component, spice, rum, vanilla extract, dark chocolate, sandalwood, and several others. “Mr. Silver if you would like to take this stopper and rub a little of the alcohol onto your fiance’s inner wrist. We recommend the pulse points, wrists, back of the knees, neck, as these emit the most heat…”

  Her voice drones on in the background but all I can focus on is Sebastian, gliding the glass stopper back and forth, gently across my wrist, heat rising, my cheeks flushing at his touch, my skin instantly on fire. I lick my lips and hear his whispered words. “On our wedding day you’ll wear this, between your thighs and when it mixes with the heat emitting from your pussy, the scent will be divine.”

  God, he was filthy!

  He lifts my arm to his nose and inhales deeply, locking eyes with me before flitting back to the shop owner. “Almost perfect, its missing one thing.”

  “I agree,” she nods. “You have a keen nose.”

  I wrinkle my own nose, wafting my wrist in the air, I loved the scent, it was beautiful and very me, sweet, yet musky. I wasn’t sure it was missing anything. I think once it warmed up, my cheeks grow hot at the thought of his naughty words.Yes, once it warmed up, it would be fine, let’s just go back to the hotel. Yum!

  “I love it.”

  “Why not try this version. I’ve just added a little something extra.” Viola passes Seb a fresh bottle.

  “I’ve added Oud - it’s a little expensive but the spicy exotic scent is just what your parfum needs I feel.”

  Seb repeats the erotic process of rubbing the frosted glass stopper across my other wrist and my breath catches. Jeez who’d have thought making perfume would be so seductive? We both inhale and I watch his chocolate orbs, bleed out to black. His nostrils flare ever so slightly, eyes narrow. His bedroom eyes are glowing and I know that I’m not the only one affected by this moment.

  “We’ll take it. Actually we’ll take a truckload.”

  I giggle. It was heavenly and very me.

  “Leave it with us, and we’ll have it finalised and bottled, then shipped to you before your wedding.”

  “We marry in five weeks.”

  “Six! Six weeks.” I interject.

  “I apologise. We marry in six weeks.” Seb corrects himself all the while staring me out.

  “Don’t worry Monsieur. Silver, it will be with you within the next 7-10 days. Here, take this small spray for now, it is a slightly cruder version of what you will receive but will appease your er… needs.”

  I chuckle again, behind my hand. This rather straight-laced middle-aged frenchwoman had Seb figured out entirely and after an hour in her company I changed my initial opinion of her. She was bloody good at her job.

  We exchange details and then leave, glad to escape to fresh air, the heady fragrances in Parfum Unique were as overpowering after a while as the never-ending ache between my thighs.

  *******

  We savour creamy hot chocolates in bowls a la Francais in Angelica’s, enjoying stollen kisses and whispers of dirty promises, before Seb informs me we have another appointment, this time at Agent Provocateur to purchase my wedding underwear and honeymoon pieces. Despite my many protests that I do not need more underwear, he will not listen, changing the subject masterfully with talk of Finn and work and within half an hour, we are ensconced inside the most beautifully decorated retailer I have ever entered.

  I’ve been into Agent Provocateur before in Lords but the Paris boutique was majestic, and now I am in a changing room, with my own assistant and oodles of silk, lace and exquisite undergarments whilst Seb waits patiently behind the curtain.

  “I’m not coming out, you know!”

  “I know. I wouldn’t want anyone seeing you, that’s why we have our very own dressing area.”

  I glance up at the assistant, who just nods with a glimmer of a smile. I add a silent “Oh”, before stepping into a pair of ivory satin panties with lace and pearl bottom, a matching garter belt and a bra is added, which barely covers me, pushing my breasts u
p indecently. The lace that curves along the top, sits just low enough to show my areola. The whole effect is very whimsical and sexy but demure at the same time. It needed red lipstick. I felt instantly alive in all the right places.

  The assistant steps outside, leaving me to admire my reflection alone and as I’m checking out my rear in the mirror, she returns. Except it isn’t her. It’s Sebastian - his head hooked around the curtain, his eyes, drawn directly to my chest are now black with lust.

  “We’ll take it.”

  “But… Seb…”

  “Baby, you look, hot!”

  I feel the flush start all over my body, beginning at my toes, across my calves, up and over my belly and I smile up at him, wanting him to hold me. “Off you go! Let me try these others. I don’t need an assistant, I’m happy to try them myself.”

  “I can be your assistant?” His sensual pout is not missed.

  “We’d never get anything on. You’d be permanently removing garments and never replacing them.”

  “True.”

  “Go!” I repeat, shooshing him out but giving him a quick peck and enjoying the electric current that buzzes through me at our connection.

  “Next one, I need to see. We are definitely getting that set. Do they do other colours?”

  “I’m not sure?”

  “I’ll ask. Go on, before I strip you naked and take you on the floor of the changing room woman!”

  I slide the curtain closed completely, and unclip the bra fastening, before slipping my hands to the sides of the panties. It was a good job we were going to be buying these items, with Sebastian around I would be spoiling any silk underwear, making it non returnable.

  I spend the next ten minutes trying on several more items and am left in peace to do so. Not knowing what my wedding dress will be is a huge issue, however it doesn’t stop me choosing several key pieces for our honeymoon, wherever and whenever that may be. They border on the more risque, from the ‘soirée selection’ and their ‘naughty range’ to a selection of different styled ivory and white bras that would suit several wedding dresses, in strapless, low back and basque design from their lace and romantic ranges. They were all so gorgeous and fit me like they’d been made for my body. It was true what they say, you get what you pay for.