by Dawn, Daphne
Silence.
“But there really is one person I need to single out, one person who needs to be thanked separately because she’s the reason I’m holding this award right now.”
The camera has already found Sophie, and I see her displayed on the large screen to my right.
I can’t gauge her reaction. She looks divine. Her dress is out of this world.
It takes me a few seconds to compose myself.
“If it wasn’t for Sophie Palmer, I wouldn’t be standing here tonight, receiving this distinguished award.”
The crowd is going wild.
“Sophie believed in me when others didn’t. She taught me so many things during this film, both on and off the set. She is an amazingly talented woman. Not only did she do a fantastic role as director, she was an awesome lead actor in the film as well.”
Sophie is wiping something off her cheek. Alice is whispering in her ear, and Mason is patting her on the back.
“Sophie,” I say and look directly at her. “I want you to know I’ve been an ass. But you should also know not everything is as it seems and everyone deserves to give an explanation. I know I had choices, and I may have made a mistake, but it was done with the best of intentions and only one person in mind: you. All I ask is that you give me a chance to explain. Don’t jump to conclusions. Hear me out and then make up your mind. Please.”
The emcee points to his watch, and the music plays. And I know it is time for me to get off the stage.
As I walk back to my seat, I take deep breaths.
Has it worked? Will she hear me out? I hope so.
After all, I just asked for a minute of her time on live TV, my plea reaching millions of people all around the world.
If there’s a God, I sure hope he’s smiling down on me tonight.
Sophie
Cameras are going off like machine guns, flashlights assault my eyes, and I try hard not to blink. I can’t begin to describe how I feel.
I stand next to the life-size statue of Oscar and hold up my own. Best film. I did it.
Did I step outside the Palmer shadow, or did I live up to it? I’m not sure, and right now, I don’t care. I am holding an Oscar, my very own.
Reporters are scrambling to get me to give them an interview. I’m in demand, and I’m enjoying it. Part of me wants to dwell on Todd’s speech and work out what he meant, but the other part, my ego, wants to revel in the glory of winning an Oscar.
As I walk back to the red carpet, people I’ve never met before are congratulating me. It feels amazing; I love it, I love it, I love it.
Alice hugs me again, her arms wrapped tight around me, and there’s a giant smile on her lips.
Dizzy with excitement and pleasure, I see my parents come toward me. Mum looks like a goddess. Dad is in a black designer suit, as usual, and doesn’t look his age at all.
He’s the first to wrap his arms around me and give me a huge bear hug.
“I’m so proud of you,” he whispers in my ear, and now I feel tears run down my cheeks.
“Mr. Palmer, Mr. Palmer,” shouts a reporter, and Dad releases me.
“How do you feel about your daughter winning an Oscar?”
Dad puts his left arm around my shoulder and smiles.
“I’m the proudest father in the world.” He gives me a kiss on my temple and pulls me close toward to him. “With this film, Sophie has proved she’s not just a Palmer, she’s bigger than that. She has proven to everyone she is a huge talent. Sophie brings her own talent and enthusiasm to movies, and tonight the entertainment world has confirmed Sophie has her own name and style—a name and style we will hear and see a lot more of in the future.”
If I was ready to burst with pleasure and excitement before my Dad’s little speech, I think now I’m going to explode with happiness for sure.
For years I’ve longed to hear Dad tell me he’s proud, and right here, right now, in front of a huge television audience, he has said so much more than I expected. It’s my turn to hug him.
As I put my arms around him, I see Todd. He’s on his own. My heart starts to beat a little faster as I realize he’s walking toward me.
I kiss Dad.
“There’s something I’ve got to do,” I whisper, and I walk toward Todd. Questions are swirling around my mind like bees around a beehive.
At the very least, I deserve some answers.
“Come to the car,” he tells me right away and takes my arm.
His fingers on my naked flesh send little electric shock waves through my body. Oh, how I have missed his touch. I ignore shouts from people I don’t know.
My parents will understand why I have left. Alice is too busy celebrating with Eric.
Briefly Mason’s face pushes its way into my mind. Poor Mason. I hesitate, but Todd keeps walking.
“Mason,” I start, not quite sure what to say.
“He’s a grown-up boy. I’m sure he can look after himself,” growls Todd.
At the car he opens the door, and once I’m in he slams it shut.
I have no idea where he’s driving to, but I say nothing. When he finally speaks to me, I just want to look into those gorgeous eyes of his.
He stops the car.
I look up and see a park. We’ve come here before, on one of our days off. A romantic at heart, Todd.
“Sophie,” he says as he takes my hands and looks me in the eyes. “I don’t know how to start or what to say.”
My heart is racing, and I’m glad I’m sitting down. My knees are jellylike.
“Start at the beginning and tell me the truth,” I reply and try and keep my voice steady. Part of me wants to throw myself into his arms, and the other can’t get the image of him and Emma out of my mind.
He lets go of my hands and he strokes my face instead.
“The beginning,” he mumbles and seems lost in thought. “Emma…she came on to me. I wanted nothing to do with her, Sophie, but when I pushed her away, she threatened me. She said if I didn’t go out with her, she’d kill the whole movie.” He stops and takes a deep breath. “She secured some of the rights, and she was ready to pull the cord on the whole thing. She’d do it, I know.”
A glimmer of hope flickers deep within me.
“I didn’t know what to do. I thought I had no choice but to go along with her demands. I thought I’d just go to the party with her and find you to explain what had happened. But, of course, she wouldn’t let me leave her side. She constantly threatened to destroy the movie.”
Todd pauses again. His eyes are still on mine. I feel tears well up in me.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I didn’t mean for this to happen. I know it sounds stupid, but I really felt I had no choice but to go along with that stupid bitch’s demands.”
I laugh.
“It’s not funny.” Todd pulls a face. “Of course, eventually I realized the whole thing was stupid. All I needed to do was to go and speak to you, and as long as you knew what had happened…everything would work out. I don’t know. I was just stupid.”
“Did you and Emma…you know?” I don’t want to say it, but I do need to know.
“Fuck no, no way.” Todd lifts both his hands in a claim of innocence. “Nothing ever happened between the two of us, and once I was sure she could do nothing to harm the movie, I kicked her ass to the curb.”
Happiness rips through me.
“I guess I shouldn’t have blocked you from my phone straight away,” I reply and take his hands.
Todd leans toward me, and his lips come down on mine. At first they are gentle and probing, and then they become more forceful.
When he draws back, I’m breathing hard, and I know exactly what I want…and what I need.
“Why don’t you take me somewhere more comfortable where we can really celebrate?” I mutter into his ear.
Sophie
“Tell me…is this real?” I ask him the moment we step foot inside his apartment. “Please, tell me it is,” I continue, my voice not
hing but a sweet little whisper.
“It’s real, Soph. As real as it gets,” he replies, caressing my face with the back of his hand.
His eyes are on mine, and I can’t shift my gaze away. How did I survive all those weeks without Todd by my side? Oh, God, I was a fool! If only I had given him a chance to explain, if only I hadn’t acted like such a broken-hearted idiot.
But none of that matters now.
What matters is that we’re here, together at last. Emma has been pushed off the equation, and even if she tries to do something to break us apart, together we’ll simply fend her off. Swear to God, I won’t allow anything—or anyone—to ever come between the two of us again.
“No, this has to be a dream,” I continue, my lips slowly curling into a smile. Forget about the Oscars, awards and ceremonies—I’ve never felt this happy before. If I had to choose between the Oscar I got, and the love from this perfect man…well, that’d be the easiest choice of my life.
“I love you, Todd, I really do,” I tell him, my heart keeping a steady but urgent pace inside my chest.
“I know…I love you too, Soph,” he breathes out, his lips returning me a smile of his own. “I love you so much that I can’t help but do something.”
“Do what…?” I ask, arching my eyebrows in surprise.
He runs the tip of his tongue between his lips, never taking his eyes out of mine, and then places one hand inside his pocket.
“I brought this to the Oscars with me,” he whispers, taking a small velvety case from inside his pocket. I place one hand in front of my mouth as I gasp, slowly realizing what he’s about to do.
“Sophie,” he continues, going down on one knee in front of me, “you’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met. You’re sweet and kind. You’re smart, passionate about your work…and you’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman on Earth. If you’ll have me, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
With that, he pops the case open and my eyes widen as I watch the golden band casually sitting on a little plush pillow. He eases off the ring gently, and then holds my hand.
“Will you marry me, Sophie Palmer?”
“I…I don’t know what to say,” I stammer, my heart beating as fast as a sparrow’s wings.
“Say yes,” he smiles at me, that sweet smile on his lips. Will I have that smile just for me, every day for the rest of my days?
“YES!” I cry out, tears stinging my eyes as he slides the golden band onto my trembling finger.
The moment I feel the cold metal against my skin, I simply can’t resist it anymore—I jump forward, throwing my arms over his shoulders, and we tumble down to the floor.
“I love you, I love you so much,” I say as I kiss his nose, cheeks, and mouth. “I love you, I love you.”
“I love you too, Sophie,” he whispers against my lips, “you’re the woman of my life, and I never want to let go.”
“Promise me that,” I say, nibbling at his lower lip.
“I promise,” he replies, running his hands down the side of my body, his fingers moving over the curve of my ass. Digging his fingers into my flesh, he pulls me against him, and I feel that sweet electricity crackling under my skin, as I feel something thick and hard growing between his thighs. Something that now belongs only to me.
“I missed you…I miss this,” I sigh, opening my legs and straddling him. He sits up on the floor and, as I throw my arms over his shoulders, I thrust against him. With my pussy pressed against his hard cock, I throw my head back and close my eyes, allowing a deep moan to tumble out from between my smiling lips.
God, I feel so alive! And happy—I’m happy again!
“We have some lost time to make up for,” I grin, leaning in and crushing my mouth on his again.
He parts my lips with the tip of his tongue, and our kiss becomes a frenzied one, my hips moving back and forth as I grind against his cock. I can’t believe I survived this long without Todd’s body.
“We have all the time in the world now, babe,” he whispers as he buries his mouth on my neck, one of his hands holding the back of my head. I moan softly as he grazes my skin with his teeth, pulling it tenderly before brushing his lips up and down my neck.
“I know…but I don’t want to waste a single second,” I breathe out, tangling my fingers on his hair and forcing his mouth down to my cleavage. My skin prickles the moment I feel his lips on the valley between my breasts, and I let out a lustful sigh.
“I want you so fucking much, Sophie. I’ve missed you bad,” Todd growls, taking both his hands to my shoulders.
Hooking his thumbs on the straps of my dress, he pulls them down my arms, revealing my black lacy bra. Moving fast, he takes his right hand to my back and unclasps my bra with a quick flick of his fingers. The moment he does it, the cups of my bra droop over my breasts as I feel the cool air of his living room lapping at my nipples.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he continues, grabbing my bra and ripping it off me. Then he dives in, wrapping his eager lips around my right nipple. I feel it hardening against his tongue, and I become so wet that I’m sure my thong is a complete mess.
Todd knows it.
Pushing me slightly back, he takes his left hand to between my thighs, moving it under the hem of my dress and sliding his finger up to my inner thigh.
I hold my breath as I feel his fingertips brushing against the drenched fabric of my thong, and a shiver goes up my spine as he slowly lays his fingers on me. Before I know it, he has flattened the palm of his hand against my pussy, pressing hard with his fingers.
“Oh, God, that’s so good,” I pant, rocking my hips so that I’m rubbing my pussy against his hand.
“I know.”
With that, he flicks my thong to the side and runs one fingertip up the length of my pussy, stopping right on my clit. He presses against it gently and then, using another finger, he parts my inner lips.
“And this is good too, right?” He whispers against my ear, slowly sliding his middle finger inside me in a hooking motion, taking it all the way to my G-spot. The moment he finds it, he presses hard against it while he starts circling my clit with his thumb, that sweet combination setting fire to my brain.
“More than good,” I moan, still moving my hips as I keep that stupid smile on my face. I figure this’ll be a smile I won’t be able to wipe off my face for weeks. And screw it—I deserve it. I deserve to be happy, and to have the man I love by my side.
“More than good?” Todd teases me, using his fingers to work his magic on my pussy. Before I know it, every single nerve ending on my body seems to have been electrified by pleasure. I shut my eyes hard, grit my teeth, and surrender to the high voltage current running through my body.
“OH GOD!” I scream out, feeling my pussy walls tightening around his fingers.
“More…more…more…” I tell him between breaths, trembling as he slides his fingers out of my pussy.
“More? More of what?” He continues to tease me, but this time I know exactly what I want. I take one hand straight to his crotch and, turning my wrist around, I curl my fingers around the thick shape tenting his dress pants.
“More of this,” I purr, gripping him tightly. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I won’t even remember my name. I want you to fuck me until my pussy is on fire, and I want you to fuck me until I can’t even stand.”
Jesus Christ, what happened to sweet lil’ Sophie? I’m turning into a sex-crazed lunatic—and I’m loving every second of it.
“That sounds like a plan,” Todd replies, slowly taking his hand to my face. He brushes his middle finger—the one that seconds ago was inside my pussy—along my lips, and I close my eyes as the flavor of my pussy inundates me. I part my lips slowly, allowing him to slide his finger into my mouth, and I suck it dry.
“I want this, Todd. I need it,” I insist, tightening my hold on his cock. As I wrap my fingers tight around his cock, I feel it pulse against the palm of my hand, and that just makes me want him inside of me even m
ore. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but I guess there are no limits to what might happen when Todd and I are together in the same room.
“That bad, huh?” He laughs, his grin widening wickedly.
“Yeah, that bad,” I pant, stroking him over the fabric of his pants. “And if you don’t give it to me, I’ll have to make you.”
“Oh?” He chuckles, looking straight at me, that lustful glint on his eyes. “And how are you planning to do that, Sophie?”
“Like this,” I whisper, letting go of his cock and grabbing his shirt.
Pulling at the fabric, I make all the buttons pop out at once, and then I untuck his shirt with one fast movement. I push it down his arms and then drag my fingernails across his chest, the warmth of his skin making my mind dance with delight.
Gritting my teeth, I place the palm of my hands on his chest and push him back, forcing him to lay down on the floor. Moving fast and cat-like, I climb down from him, only leaving my fingers on his belt. I unbuckle it as fast as I can, pop out the top button on his pants, and then push them down his legs in a frenzy.
He kicks off his shoes to help me out, and it doesn’t take long before he’s wearing nothing but his boxer briefs, the shape of his cock perfectly delineated against the dark fabric.
“I told you I wanted it,” I whisper, sliding both my hands up his legs, stopping right before I touch his long member.
I brush one fingertip over his length, pressing so softly that I might be doing it with a feather, and then trace a downward path back to his balls. I cup them softly, and then change gears and just grab them hard.
“And I always get what I want.”
With that, I kneel between his open legs and lean in, taking my open mouth to his cock. I tilt my head sideways and press my lips against the fabric of his boxers, sucking hard on his cock over it.
“Fuck, Sophie,” he groans, instinctively taking both his hands to my head. I should tease him some more, only so that he could see what I’m capable of, but I’m not in the mood for that.
No, I need his cock, and I need right fucking now.
Grabbing his boxers by the elastic band, I yank them down his legs. His cock springs free to greet me, slapping the back of my hand, and I wrap my fingers around it immediately.
