“My luggage is with the concierge,” I say.
Vince guides me to my feet, and we walk out of the restaurant. He asks a bellhop to bring my luggage to his room. The young man remembers me and says he’ll take it up right away.
Vince rubs my shoulders as we enter the elevator. “You’re shivering. Are you cold?”
“I’m just nervous and tired,” I say.
Our tongues plunge into each other’s mouths. Our kissing is so sensual. When the doors open, he takes my hand and leads me down the long hallway. He pulls his key from his pocket, and once we’re inside, Vince pins me against the wall. The only sounds in the room are our moans and whimpers. Our lips separate as he pulls my dress over my head.
He looks at my crotch. “You wore panties?”
I smile slightly and nod. He traces my bottom lip with his thumb then sucks my lip into his mouth. He unhooks my bra, and it drops onto the carpet. His tongue draws circles on my collarbone, then he draws my nipple into his mouth. I fall against his chest and sip air between my teeth as he stimulates the tip. His fingers slide up and down my creamy slit. Our breaths come quicker.
He picks me up, and we kiss as he carries me to the bed and spreads me on it. Our eyes stay locked on each other as he snatches off my panties. He smirks and lowers his face between my legs. He licks my juicy pussy twice then covers my clit with his mouth.
“Whoa!” I pin my head against the mattress. My cry gathers steam and pounds the air on release.
My pussy clenches. Orgasms blast off like firecrackers, and he keeps me from squirming away from his mouth. The sensations are unrelenting. I try to hitch myself up on my elbows to see how he’s doing that, but it starts all over again.
I fall back down. “Vince… please…” I’m moaning and squealing and gritting my teeth.
The firecrackers-orgasm punches me deep in my pussy. I can hardly bear it. I suck like a fish out of water. Sensations are building upward and outward. I tense, grit my teeth, and screams when it happens.
“Mm…” Vince’s tongue slides in and out of my hole. He sucks the lips of my pussy.
“Oh my God,” I pant.
“You liked that?” he asks, grinning proudly.
I fall back on the mattress and cover my eyes with my forearm. “That was intense. How in the world?”
Then I remember what Robert did to me. Oh my God! I stare at Vince as he unzips his pants. I dare not ask if Robert taught him how to do that. He takes off his shirt and steps out of his underwear. He slips between my legs and easily into my creamy pussy. Our breaths collide, and our lips enfold. We stay like this, staring into each other’s eyes. I can’t keep tears from forming.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I will always love you more, baby.”
“I still want to marry you.”
“Me too,” he says.
“But let’s love each other for a while. Let me try to give you what you want first.”
Vince shifts his hips slowly. “Mags—”
“No.” I sigh from the massaging his dick is giving my pussy. “Charlie was right. I’m a runner. I want to try to be normal first.”
“Baby, you’re the normal one.” He rams his dick deep inside me. “Do you promise to have me? To hold me and the rest of that shit until death do us part?”
I make a noise that’s somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. “I do.”
“I do too.” He picks up the pace.
My hips are in his grip. Every inch of him rides my pussy. With one more hard slam, he jerks and grunts as he comes.
“I now pronounce us husband and wife. I’m going kiss my bride.”
We roll around the bed, kissing. My eyes are closed and it’s hard to open them again.
“Vince?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, dry humping me.
“Can we sleep now, please?”
“How about you sleep and I play with you?” He moans as he sucks a mouthful of my tit.
I sigh from pleasure and exhaustion. “Deal.”
Vince spoons me and gropes my breasts, hips and thighs. As time passes, I fall asleep, wake up to satisfy the needs of his erection and then fall back to sleep.
One Month Later….
Call it luck, fate, or divine intervention, but it’s all in Jack and Daisy’s corner. Last week, all hell broke loose in their relationship. Daisy and Jack were on the verge of fucking their way to a resolution when the investigator chick, Stacy Pruitt, sent Daisy a string of pics of Stacy and Jack in compromising positions. Angelina had called Vince and me to say that the contingency plan was in play. It took two days and a gang-load of Charlie’s buddies to prepare the private island. Angelina readied Dr. Luc Calvet, who is going to orchestrate their therapy from his home in Paris.
On Monday morning, Angelina received a phone call from Heloise, asking if she could fly to Chicago and check on Daisy. We were going to wait until Charlie and Angelina’s fake engagement party to separate them, have them knocked out, and transport them to the private island, but we’ve decided to take advantage of this fortunate, unfortunate situation.
Since we could only secure one anesthesiologist, Charlie and Vince hopped a flight to Chicago and managed to subdue Jack after he left a meeting. I haven’t seen Charlie, but Vince said he’s nursing a black eye. Regardless, they accompanied a transport team on four-hour flight from Chicago to Nassau and then a fifteen-minute helicopter ride to the island.
When Jack woke this morning, he found himself locked in his safe room. It has a bedroom, bathroom and is stocked with plenty of food. When Daisy arrives tomorrow, Dr. Calvet will unlock the door remotely so that Jack can find Daisy. They’ll both be outfitted with ankle bracelets that will shock them if they get too close to each other. Dr. Calvet agreed with outfitting them with the devices as a solution for keeping them from having sex before they get to the core of their issues.
Today is Daisy’s turn. I’m driving a van with tinted windows and a hospital bed in the back to Daisy’s place. Angelina is in the passenger seat. Stanley Roswell, the anesthesiologist, and two attendants will meet us at Daisy’s.
“You seriously consider yourselves married?” Angelina asks.
“Why not? We made vows to each other,” I say.
“I’m not knocking it, but it’s bold as hell.”
“Maybe you and Charlie should try it. I can be your witness.”
“No way. Charlie and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together just as we are.”
“I actually believe you. My cousin’s a bonehead, and I’m surprised he was able to stop screwing whichever chick fell on his dick because he loves you.”
“Was he really a man whore?”
“The king, supreme man whore.” Angelina is so quiet that I glance at her to make sure I haven’t upset her.
“I trust him so much,” she says.
“As you should. Plus, I overexaggerated things. He wasn’t the king, supreme man whore. That would be Robert Tango.”
“Who’s Robert Tango?”
“Vince’s business partner. My ex-boss.”
“Oh…”
She’s quiet again.
“I can’t believe we’ve actually gone through with all this,” I say, purposely changing the subject.
“I know you’re a wee bit uncomfortable with the whole ordeal, but once it’s over and it works, then you’ll see that it was worth it. Belmont and Daisy are the glue that holds us all together. If they fall apart, we fall apart.”
I stop at the light on Wabash and study her long enough to catch a glimpse of her soul. I can see why Jack and Daisy’s relationship is so important to her. She thinks if they break up, then she won’t see as much of Daisy, and their relationship will disappear. I wonder why everyone who loves Daisy is afraid of losing her. I’ve been on Daisy’s side since the beginning, but perhaps I’ve chosen wrong.
I squeeze Angelina’s hand. “We’ll never fall apart, Angel. You can’t get rid of me so easily, or your sister
.”
She squeezes my hand in response.
We’re just around the corner from Daisy’s apartment. I follow the GPS and make a left onto Wacker, right on Columbus, left on Randolph, left onto Field, and then an immediate right. The building is to my right. I stop in front of a young, short guy and two taller females. They’re all wearing green hospital scrubs.
“Keys?” I ask Angelina.
She reaches into her purse, takes out a set of keys, and holds them up. “Here.”
“Let’s not delay!”
She takes a calming breath before getting out of the van. The two women take the hospital bed out of the back, and they and Stanley follow Angelina and me into the townhouse, which is large and beautiful.
“Who’s there?” a man with an English accent calls.
“It’s Angelina, Daisy’s sister! Is she here?”
A good-looking man blessed with height walks out of the kitchen. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He looks as though he’s been here for a while.
Angelina walks toward him with an outstretched hand. “You must be Javar Les?”
He raises his eyebrows in admiration. “You’re Daisy’s sister?”
“Yes, I’m Angelina.”
He looks at me. “And may I ask, who are you?”
I hold out my hand. “I’m Maggie, Daisy’s cousin-in-law.”
“Ah… right. You’re related to Jack Lord?”
“We have to get this show on the road,” Stanley says.
“We’re taking Daisy home,” Angelina says.
Javar flinches. “Is that right?”
“Is she upstairs?” Angelina asks.
“Why, yes.” Javar’s behavior is pretty spastic.
Angelina looks away from the kitchen. “Look, there’s an elevator.” She turns to me. “We’ll be back down with Daisy.”
I nod. It’s my job to stay with the attractive “friend” who has spent the last twenty-four hours nursing Daisy. No guy does that for a woman unless he’s in love with her.
“Well, I was making myself some tea. Would you like a cup?” Javar asks.
“You don’t look like the tea type,” I say.
“Of course I’ll spike it with a wee bit of brandy.”
I shrug. “I’ll just take my tea plain. I’m driving.”
He grunts thoughtfully, and I follow him into the kitchen. The television mounted on the wall is showing the local news.
Javar takes a box of Earl Grey tea from a cabinet. “So where are you taking her?”
“You really know your way around this kitchen,” I say.
“Well, I’ve been here for some time.”
“Over twenty-four hours.”
He glances at me with a lopsided smile. “And you’re the relative of Belmont Lord.”
“Yes.”
“I see… Daisy’s working on a television program. She’s expected to join the crew as soon as she’s better.” He fills the teakettle with tap water.
I’m just about to tell him I don’t drink tap water when I hear…
“Billionaire Jack Lord has been accused of allegedly offering sexual favors in exchange for purchasing coveted Chicago Riverfront property…”
I look up at the television.
A grumpy looking man stomping away from the cameras, which are chasing him says, “It’s unfortunate he brings these kinds of practices into a city like ours…”
My mouth hangs open. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? I look at Javar Les. We share the same expression.
“Speaking of the devil…” he says.
“Holy shit…”
Angelina rushes into the kitchen. “Okay we’re loading up!”
I point up at the TV.
“How Jack Lord’s bid to own one of the most prestigious landmarks in Chicago is tied to his questionable past, coming up in the next hour,” the anchorwoman says, concluding the news-bite.
Angelina looks stunned. “What questionable past?”
“It’s a long, dead and buried story. Can you go without me?” I ask.
She nods emphatically. “Yes, yes… Absolutely.”
I fumble my cell phone out of my purse and call Monroe. Two rings and she answers. “Guess what?”
“What?” she says.
“We have ourselves a new client.”
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