I started to come round, I could hear Bryce’s voice in the distance
“Sebastian, yes now please”, but then drifted away again. Stirring once more I heard footsteps and a gentle clanging not too far from my head, I opened my eyes slowly and he was on the lounge opposite me. He had placed a blanket over me and put a pillow under my head, on the coffee table was some Panadol, a glass of water, a cup of tea and a cloche.
“How long have I been asleep?”
“A couple of hours, Janette has been up here every half an hour, checking over you. She assured me you were just having a snooze, she also said you’d be hungry and have a headache when you woke, so take the Panadol and eat your soup.” Janette was the Nurse on Site. I sat up and felt quite good. Shit I haven’t called Rick.
“I have to make a phone call.” I grabbed my phone from my bag and walked over to the balcony door, I dialled Rick.
“Melbourne Mortgages you’re speaking with Rick.”
“Hi, it’s me.”
“Hey, you sound tired, did I wear you out last night?” Last night? Oh Yeah. I felt my cheeks warm and I turned ever so slightly to see if Bryce was watching me. Of course he was.
“No, I had a car accident this morning.”
“Shit Babe, you alright? What happened?”
“Well I got hit up the arse and in turn hit the car in front, the air bag went off so the Territory is stuffed. It was towed to Airport West.”
“Shit, the air bag went off? What about you, did you get hurt? Why are you only telling me now? It’s after lunch.”
“I’m fine, although I was a little drowsy from the whiplash, so had a sleep, I feel fine now.”
“Where are you?”
“At work.”
“And you slept?” He sounded confused.
“It’s a Hotel Rick!” I felt like adding Derrrr. Not that I occupied a Hotel suite but that was only minor details.
“Oh yeah, well as long as you are alright. How are you getting home? Do you need me to pick you up?” Oh, I hadn’t thought of that.
“Um no you go get the kids, I’ll catch a cab. Ok Hun I’ve got to go, bye.” I walked back to the lounge and lifted the cloche. Mmmmm Minestrone Soup.
“Have you eaten?” He was watching me intently and nodded.
“Yes.” I dipped my crusty bread in the soup and took a bite, it really was awkward, awkward eating soup on a coffee table and awkward because he was watching me, I put the spoon down.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop staring at me.” He lent forward and rested his arms on his knees.
“I like staring at you.”
“I can’t eat, if you watch me.” He laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll drop some or spill it or something.”
“Do you need me to feed you?” He was mocking me now but something told me he would be pretty keen if I’d agree.
“No. Oh well, if I make a mess on your rug, or make a pig out of myself, then stiff shit.” He sat back with one leg resting on the other and one hand in his hair. Shit, can you possibly make it any harder for me to eat right now? I came up with an idea, ok smarty pants, enjoy watching this. I started to slurp the soup really loud and bite my bread like a hungry Viking, I looked up at him and he didn’t even flinch. Right! I went in for a marathon slurp and nearly choked on a bit of celery, then did my best Cookie Monster impression with the last bit of bread, that broke him, he cracked up laughing.
“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head?”
“No not really!” Maybe I did? Would explain this crazy display.
“Hurry up and finish, I want to show you something.”
“I’m done.” I grabbed the napkin and wiped my face praying I had removed all the crumbs and soup spray, he stood up and extended his hand.
“Your chariot awaits my dear.” What? What is he going on about?
He led me to his elevator and pushed the basement 4 button, he keyed in a code and down we went. When the doors opened I was confronted with what could only be described as a view from a luxury car dealership, easily 20 cars, new and old.
“Are these all yours? On second thought, don’t answer that, of course they are.”
I love cars, I was my father’s daughter when it came to anything with an engine on four wheels. Dad had taught me to drive a manual transmission in a Stock Car at the age of 16, he had strapped me into the harness and pointed me towards the racecourse. I can vividly remember the adrenalin rush I had when I flew down the gravel track. Our division of motor car racing allowed contact with other vehicles, so I didn’t hold back and that unfortunately was my downfall in that inaugural race. I did get better over the years, earning myself a Victorian Title and 2nd place Championship placing. I competed in the ladies division for 3 years until a bad accident left me with hairline fractures to my C1 and C2 vertebrae, unfortunately after that I could no longer race due to the chronic headaches.
Standing in his private car park was like being a kid in a candy store. The Gold McLaren F1 caught my eye first, how could it not, next to that of course was a Ferrari Testarossa, Omg just like the Barbie one I had when I was little, I had to go and have a look, it was immaculate in all its bright red glory. It didn’t stop there though, side by side were none other than an Aston Martin One -77 and Lamborghini Reventon. Holy Fuck, that’s over $3,000,000.00 just there, between those two. I looked up at Bryce and he was boasting a very big grin, I shook my head at him and kept walking. A bright Yellow Porsche Cayman, Black Jaguar, White Mercedes Benz, Dark Blue BMW, Silver Lexus, Blue Cadillac, the list goes on. It was truly beyond words the calibre of motor vehicle parked in front of me. I stopped in my tracks as I rounded a pylon, I was without a doubt impressed with the luxurious models I had just passed but I was a classic girl at heart and when I saw the 1969 Purple Dodge Charger, I froze, it was accompanied by a 66 Ford Thunderbird, 1979 Trans Am and 1957 Chevy Bel Air. I practically ran up to the Charger, it was sensational, obviously not factory colour but the restoration was immaculate, I ran my finger along the front guard and peaked inside the window. Bryce was leaning against the pylon biting his thumb nail.
“I’m literally speechless.” I was awestruck, I’d always wanted a Charger but to own all these vehicles was simply mind blowing.
“It’s open, hop in.”
“Really? Arrggh!” I squealed with delight, if I could perform a series of backflips right now I’d be tumbling right through this garage. I pushed the handle button in and opened the door, the black leather was pristine and I could pretty much see my reflection in it. I sat down in the driver seat and placed my hands on the steering wheel, it wasn’t small, thick and chunky like they are made nowadays; it was large, round, thin and hard. I closed my eyes and put my head back whilst gripping the wheel. Oh this is so good, I’m in Heaven. Almost instantly I felt his hand on my neck, I let out a soft cry of pleasure but didn’t open my eyes, he trailed his finger up and down my throat, I opened my mouth and he stuck it on my lips. I bit down gently then consumed it with my mouth, he removed his wet digit and traced it back down my throat and in between my breasts, slipping it into my bra and gently massaging my nipple. My eyes remained closed and my breathing became quite ragged, he removed his hand from my cleavage and the anticipation of his next touch was excruciating. I wanted to open my eyes but couldn’t, if I did I would stop him; it seemed closing my eyes made it acceptable. He replaced his hand at my knee, slowly moving it up my leg and underneath my skirt, I had stockings on again and when his hand reached the bare skin between my legs I moaned. He leant in the door and kissed my wanting mouth and continued to move his hand up and underneath my underwear, I tilted my pelvis up to give him access. This was my ultimate fantasy, he was my dream guy and he was about to finger fuck me here in my dream car. As he touched my soft sensitive clitoris I groaned out loud, the sensation was unbelievable; he entered me with not one but two fingers and stretched my inside in a circular motion.
Holly Fuck, I’m gone. I arched my back and my sweaty hand slipped from the steering wheel and landed on the horn. The loud beep forced me to open my eyes and I was jolted back into reality. Shit Alexis, not again. This time Bryce really was at the window, I was perspiring and literally coming down from a climax, my chest was heaving and the look of lust I threw at him didn’t go unnoticed. I opened the door forcing him to step back and I got out, I stood there with my back against the Charger, he was leaning against the Bel Air. I couldn’t do or say anything, what I’d just experienced in my reverie was so overpowering I had no control whatsoever. His hands were splayed on the door panel and I noticed them both arch and tense up, the look he directed at me asked one thing and I couldn’t refuse.
“Yes.” I sighed, in surrender. I expected him to pounce as his body language suggested it but he moved so slowly and with control, it was so God damn sexy and just added to my already uncontrollable need for him. He grabbed my face and kissed me with such passion I nearly convulsed on the spot, I gave in to the kiss, I felt I needed to and owed us both the experience of it being consensual. He broke off and looked into my eyes, when I didn’t protest he kissed me again but this time with more lustful aggression. Lifting me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I’m sure I told him about an hour ago, this would never happen. He placed me down on the bonnet and laid me back. Fuck me; I’m going to have sex with him on the bonnet! No, no you’re not Alexis. He leant over me and ran his hands up my legs, pushing my skirt up and exposing my garter, stockings and underwear.
“Fuck Alexis, you’re so beautiful.” He rubbed his hands up my thighs and took hold of my underwear, in an instant he had torn them apart. Oh shit, that was Hot! I was so vulnerable right now, spread eagled on his Charger bonnet with nothing to cover my pulsing sex, he slowly moved forward not taking his eyes off me, that’s when I stopped him.
“No, I can’t.” He just froze, my hands resting on his shoulders, his head was only a foot away from its target. He didn’t argue with me nor was he pissed off, well he probably was, I know I was, but he didn’t let on, instead he gave me his hand and picked me up.
“I’m sorry, I want to, fuck do I want to but I just can’t do that, it goes against everything I stand for. I could never do anything like that behind Rick’s back.”
“I understand Alexis.” I was now sitting on the edge of the bonnet and my legs were still wrapped around him.
“How could you possibly understand? Even I don’t understand what’s going on here, what are we going to do, I can’t keep doing this to Rick and I can’t keep doing this to you or me either.” He pulled me in to his chest.
“I understand you have morals and have made vows you don’t want to break, I respect that, I truly do. It just makes you even more desirable.”
“Fat lot of good that does you.” He kissed the top of my head.
“There’s always a way Alexis, you don’t get to where I am without being resourceful or thinking outside the square. If you won’t give yourself to me behind Rick’s back, then we’ll get his permission.” I’m sorry, what?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I’m sorry, you’ll what?” I pulled away from his chest, unwrapped my legs and leant back on the bonnet.
“You’ve only ever been with Rick Alexis, you don’t know any other way, if you could spend one week with me, just one week, let your guards down, I could show you that there is more than what you have grown accustomed to.” He grabbed my face. I love how he grabs my face.
“I could show you that you are falling in love with me too.” His eyes were so honest and upfront.
“It’s not that simple Bryce, I’m happy, if I was miserable then that’s a different story but I’m not, I’m happy, I’m content.”
“That’s just it Alexis, are you happy with being content?” Well I thought I was until you put it like that.
“It’s not just that, it’s Nate and Charlotte. I can’t just abandon my family on the notion that, yes I might be falling in love with you, it’s too complicated.”
“Nothing is too complicated, life is too short to stop at complications. I want a week with you, and I will get it.” He leant over and kissed me with intention. I want a week of just doing this! No Alexis, it’s not going to happen, I don’t see how it can. He pulled me up and grabbed my torn underwear off the hood of the Charger.
“I’m keeping these,” and he shoved them into his pocket, I had to laugh.
“What am I supposed to wear?” He eyes lit up and that irresistible yet unbelievably annoying ‘smirk’ returned to his face.
“No.” Alexis you dirty girl; I couldn’t possibly, could I?
“You have no choice!” Squealing, I turned beetroot and put my face in my hands, he took a hand away from my face and led me to the where the BMW, Cadillac, Lexus, Porsche, Merc and Jag were.
“Which one?” Which one what…..do I want to sprawl across next? I was happy on the Charger.
“Which one what?
“Which one, do you want? You are going to need a car.”
“No way Bryce, I have a car, it’s just a fair few inches smaller than it was yesterday.” He spun me around and turned into Mr Serious Pants.
“Alexis, you need a car to get home. Then again I’m more than happy for you to stay here, in fact its settled you’re staying.”
“Like hell I am and I’ll take a Taxi thanks.”
“And what about tomorrow and the next day and the next? Cars don’t get fixed overnight you know.”
“Grrrr, fine I’ll borrow the….” Hmmm Cadillac? Na. BMW? No. Lexus the most expensive! Jag? Maybe.
“Porsche, I’ll take the Porsche.”
“Good it’s settled then, come on, I’ve got work to do and so do you for that matter.” He gave me small pushes towards to elevator. I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to stay and gaze at these pretty machines a bit longer.
“If we don’t leave Alexis, I will have you in the back seat of the Bel Air.” Oh that sounds good. I stepped into the elevator and waved goodbye.
“Give me back my underwear.” He pulled them out and draped them over his face.
“Stop it.” I was laughing but also mortified.
“Bryce, I mean it.”
“No, they’re useless to you and anyway they are mine now.” I went to grab them and he jumped away. As the doors opened to his apartment he quickly stuffed them back into his pocket and sprung out of the elevator.
”Bryce, I’m going to kill you……” Standing in the lounge was Lucy and Nic, they looked up as we both sprang into the room.
“Please don’t.” Said Lucy.
“Please don’t kill him.” She stood up and cradled in her arms was Alexander. I glared at Bryce and he smirked back at me as he poked the underwear farther into his pocket.
“Aaaaaww, look at him.” We walked over to Lucy and Alexander.I gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“You look fabulous and you Mister,” here comes the baby voice, “are just the cutest little button ever.” She handed him over to me, instantly I reverted back to when I had one of these eating, pooing, crying, windy bundles of my own. They are just so peaceful when they are asleep, there is nothing more tranquil. Bryce came over and touched his nose.
“Hello little man.” I caught an exchange of eye contact between Nic and Lucy.
“You must be feeling a lot better after this morning then Alexis?” Lucy sat on the lounge and put her arm around Nic. At first I had no idea what she was talking about, then it dawned on me, the accident but how did she know? Bryce probably spoke to her whilst I was asleep.
“I am, I was a bit groggy at first but after a sleep I’ve recouped.” ‘Hhhmmm’, she muttered.
“And you dear brother, that was some display of heroics.” What, I’m totally confused now. Bryce looked at her with a piercing glare but it didn’t deter her.
“When we saw the accident on the news this morning and my dear brother running up the ramp and whisking you up into his arms, we th
ought you’d been seriously hurt, either that and you have made a miraculous recovery or Bryce went just a tad overboard.” Shit, it was on the news? Oh No. I glared at him, I was morbidly horrified, how was I going to explain this? I handed baby Alexander to Bryce.
“I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ve got a lot of work to do.” That’s it Alexis, run for the hills. That won’t make it look any more obvious. I turned and headed for my desk, Lucy caught up to me as I walked through Bryce’s office.
“Alexis, please wait. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I was just playing.”
“No, its fine, I just have work to do.” I didn’t really, nothing that couldn’t wait anyway.
“Alexis, it’s ok, I know.” Know what?
“Bryce doesn’t just talk to Jessica you know, he confides in me also, we both do. After I withdrew and closed myself off from the world, I promised him I would always talk to him no matter what and vice versa. So I know he is falling for you, falling for you very deeply.” I fell down onto the lounge in his office and started to cry, Lucy came round and rubbed my back.
“Alexis I’m sorry. Let it out, it’s better that way.” She handed me a tissue, I did the whole disgustingly loud nose blowing thing.
“I don’t know what to do? I’m falling for him too but I can’t, I shouldn’t, it’s wrong.”
“Why is it wrong?” She handed me another tissue.
“Because I’m married.”
“That doesn’t mean it’s wrong, trust me I know from experience, you can’t help who you fall for and it’s best not to fight it.”
“I’m losing, I can’t fight it anymore. The thing is I can’t lose either, I can’t destroy my family, that is not an option.” She got up and helped me up also.
“I can’t tell you what to do but what I can tell you is my brother isn’t playing. I have never seen him like this before and when I saw him running to you on the news footage with that look of terror on his face, it told me one thing. He is absolutely and undoubtedly in love with you.”
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