“You are going to have to wait to see what I am going to surprise you with!” he whispered in my ear as he brushed my hair back.
The thought of Cancun, Mexico made me excited even though I had to get through Thanksgiving with our parents first. Forty-eight hours would be just a tease for Bentley, but it would be hell for me.
Bentley squeezed my hand and smiled.
The restaurant wasn’t crowded like it usually was, but instead empty and the candle weren’t lit since we got here early compared to the dinner rush.
“Good evening, Mrs. and Mr. Parker.” the young hostess said as she smiled at the both of us.
I smiled at her. People around here thought Bentley and I eloped in Paris, and no matter how much I would love that, I doubted it would happen. I wasn’t ready for marriage again.
We no longer needed to say we had reservations. Everyone who worked here already knew that we had reservations for the private room. Being in our secret little dining room seemed to be one of the many impressive things that Bentley had provided me in this luxurious lifestyle.
The hostess quickly grabbed the menus and escorted us to our table. The cook always surprised us with our favorite dishes from all around the world.
“The cook has surprised you tonight with some delicatessens from Paris since he was positive you missed it.”
“Sounds like the chefs are treating us to something special tonight! I do miss being in France!” I replied with a smile.
“This is perfect! I love it when the chefs make new food! I can’t wait to see what he has prepared for us.” Bentley added in.
Fresh baked bread was placed on the table as an appetizer with our wine, I couldn’t wait to taste my favorite French dishes once again.
“I think tonight we should make the best of the next couple days,” Bentley said with a teasing smile.
I giggled knowing what he meant. I was sure it meant dessert wasn’t just food, but wild sex and the type that would make my whole body quiver with excitement.
CHAPTER 2
The white shaggy rug we laid looking out at New York City. He was holding me tightly against his naked body. My feelings for him were growing stronger, with every moment I spent with him. Our lives were beginning to unfold as we made each other the priority in our future.
“I guess we have to get ready to catch the flight to Los Angeles, California,” Bentley said as he kissed me.
“I wish we didn’t have to go,” I replied.
“We can’t just cancel Thanksgiving. Our parents would be here in a heartbeat. It is more likely they would find out if they spontaneously showed up compared if we went there for a couple days.”
The time went by fast as we boarded the private jet that was waiting for us. Bentley fell asleep on the way, and I stayed up looking out the window, wishing we were going anywhere but go back to our parents’ house. Paris had been a romantic week filled with fun; New York City was where we could be ourselves. Our parents’ house was neither.
My mind kept searching for a way not to tell them how Bentley was the man I was in love with. In the emails, I described a man that I met, and we were romantically involved. They asked me to bring them to Thanksgiving, but of course that wouldn’t be possible. I had to tell them that my new boyfriend was with his family and couldn’t make it. I wasn’t sure how I would get out of the rest of the holidays.
Bentley woke up once we touched down in Los Angeles, California.
“I slept the whole way?” he asked.
I nodded as I glanced over at him. “Are you ready to do this?” I asked sounding as miserable as I felt inside. It felt as if someone had cut my heart out. “I still think you should at least give me a hint about what you are planning in Cancun, Mexico.” I pointed out.
“No, Carla, a surprise is just that a surprise! You are going to have to wait and see it.”
“What’s the harm of one hint?” I asked.
“Carla, you will be bugging me the whole time for another hint and everyone will know we will be going together and start wondering,” Bentley said with a smile.
I hated when Bentley was right. It was eating me that I couldn’t know what the surprise was though.
His sparkling blue eyes glittered as we got off the plane. I was carrying my luggage as if we no longer were a couple, no longer holding hands or being flirtatious.
The huge poster waving around with our names on it caught our eyes.
“You made it!” my mother squealed as she hugged me tightly.
“I made it Mom! I can’t wait to spend Thanksgiving with you! IT is a change from New York City.” I replied.
“Tell me all about this gentleman you found who stole your heart! What is he like?”
“You would love Chad, Mom! I met him on Wall Street. He works a few offices down from where Bentley’s Investment Firm is. I wasn’t expecting to find someone so fast, but he put all the pieces back together. I wish he were able to come with us, but he had to go to Colorado to spend it with his family. He did send some very nice wine, which we got when we went to France and visited the vineyards.”
“We will have to venture out to New York City to meet Chad. He seems like a nice gentleman.”
My heart sank when my mother said this. I didn’t want them anywhere near the Penthouse, New York City or my life out there. How was I going to get out of this one?
“You will have to check first to see if he is around. He does a lot of the trips traveling to different places where the clients are located.” I pointed out.
“Oh, so he must not be as high up in investing as Bentley is then.”
Bentley shot me a smirk when no one was looking at him. I could tell that he thought this was amusing that I was trying to lie my way through this.
“What is the first thing since you are back in California you want to do?” my mother asked.
“I am pretty tired, is there a way to lay down for a little bit before we start getting ready for Thanksgiving? Who is going to be showing up anyways?” I asked.
My mother smiled when I asked this. “Everyone is showing up for Thanksgiving this year. We are expecting a very large crowd with all the uncles, aunts, grandparents, nieces, nephews and cousins. It was Martin’s idea.” my mother replied as she motioned to my stepfather.
I tried hard not to roll my eyes. Our family was very dysfunctional and to have them all under one roof was going to be a recipe for disaster. Most of my family members had at least one person they had to fight with, especially on the holidays.
“When are you going to find someone like Carla did?” Martin, my stepfather, asked Bentley.
“Dad, I was married and now divorced. I learned my lesson from that. It taught me to love them and leave them. There is no messy divorce with paying alimony that way and I am not losing anything in the middle of court.” Bentley replied.
“You are going to be sorry one day that you didn’t open up and allow another woman to love you. Look at what Carla has gone through. You could learn something from her.” My mother said without missing a beat.
Bentley kept a straight face while I bit my cheek trying hard not to laugh. I taught him many things about love and sex, and he did the same for me.
“She will have to be very special to change my relationship status. The women I go out with at the moment know that there is no commitment. There are no strings attached. Rachel left me heartbroken and never wanted to go down that road again.”
“I thought you cheated on your ex-wife.” Martin pointed out.
“Dad, I never cheated on Rachel. She caught me at a strip club, but I didn’t have the stripper bent over. She is really one to talk since she was having sex with the help.”
I was hoping that Martin didn’t invite Rachel, Bentley’s ex-wife to Thanksgiving again. He had done that in the past which made it very awkward.
The drive back to the house was one that was silent. Our parents would ask something every now and again, but we kept the answers simple and vague a
s much as we could.
“This place is so beautiful! I love how you decorated.” I said as we walked through the door.
“This isn’t even the best part of the decorations! I out did myself, but I will show you more after you get up and feel refreshed. It probably sounds strange, but I love it when both of you come home. It feels like none of you left when you are back home.” my mother said.
“I am glad to be home. It hasn’t changed one bit.” I added.
Sadly, I didn’t feel the same way any longer. I would have been in New York City in our penthouse, or on the way to Cancun. Instead, I was stuck here for the next two days while relatives asked me about Chad and when everyone would get to meet him. Being in either of those places weren’t in my options to choose at the moment and only trying to stay sane through this was. If only Bentley and I bought a house and France and forgot about our family only together.
“I saw Steve at the store the other day. He is doing good and tells me to tell you that he says hi,” my mother casually brought up about my ex-husband.
I turned around and glared at her while I stood on the stairs. “Mom, after everything Steve put me through why would I care how he was doing? I can’t believe you just told me that.” I mumbled as I turned around and stomped up the stairs.
“I know it might sound crazy to you, but you were just as much to blame for that divorce. He really did love you, and he still does love you. Someday you guys at least could be friends or stop in and say hi when you are here.”
I didn’t know what to respond without it coming out bitter. The man that she had called a snake while I was married to him was the same one she wanted me to go and see. I was seeing my mother in a different light, and I wasn’t sure if I liked it at all or could even stomach it.
“Mom, I know it is hard to believe, but we are divorced. I think it is best if we both went our separate ways. I know it is hard to hear, but Steve isn’t as innocent as you want to believe.”
My mother scowled at me for even suggesting this about my ex-husband. I realized right then the next forty-eight hours would be pure hell. My mother was going to be telling me how my relationship should be in front of my relatives to back her up. Of course Martin would have to put his two cents in about Bentley being a playboy and both of us would be counting down every second until we leave for Cancun to be away from this place. I had to admit when I returned I realize how much I despised being home and didn’t miss it.
“I wasn’t saying he was innocent and neither were you. I am just saying you could be at least civil to one another.”
“Are you joking, Mom? I have a man that I love. Steve has to move on. I can’t keep turning to face the past and think something will change. I gave Steve many chances and yes at one time I did love him, but I don’t love him now. I am in love with someone else. Don’t do this to me on Thanksgiving or I will be on the next flight back to New York City without a blink of an eye.” I replied.
CHAPTER 3
The hours seemed to have taken forever until I was sitting on a beach in Cancun while drinking some sort fruity drink I couldn’t even pronounce. After checking into the resort life in California was once again a lifetime away and one I could forget about.
I reached over on the lounge bed and started to kiss Bentley. “This is much better than surviving Thanksgiving,” I whispered.
“You haven’t seen anything yet that I have planned. Right now it is just relaxing.” he whispered.
The smell of the fresh ocean air filled my body and was quite relaxing, and the lack of family made it more intimate. Bentley was cuddled up next to me in the lounge bed as we watched the waves gently slap the beach.
“Is there anything you want to do other than watch the ocean?” Bentley asked
“I want to have sex with you right here on this lounge bed.” I pointed out.
Bentley smiled at this. I knew he wanted it too. We went through forty-eight hours without sex, the longest we ever went without it. I was hoping that we didn’t have to go back to California right now.
Bentley untied my bathing suite to allow my body to be kissed by the sun. His lips touched mine, and my body instantly knew what it craved, which was his touch.
“If you keep touching me like that, you are going to be sorry. We will stay here all night.” I whispered.
“Who says that isn’t my plan?” Bentley asked with a teasing smile.
“I think I might like spending the night on the beach with you then.”
T sound of talking and scuffling feet made me quickly cover my breast up as the wait staff came to view.
“Is there anything else I can get you Mr. Parker?” the waiter asked as he refilled our cups.
“No, that will be it for now,” Bentley replied.
I tried hard not to laugh at the fact we were almost caught in the act by the wait staff.
“I forgot I ordered endless drinks.”
“What else did you order?” I asked trying to keep a straight face.
“You will have to wait and find out.”
“What you are saying is you forgot what you ordered. What did they put in your drink again?” I asked
Bentley started laughing as he repositioned himself in his white and blue swimming trunks.
“I guess it all slipped my mind with the thought of you sitting next to me in a bikini.” he replied..
The waiter came back with more dishes. Obviously Bentley had forgotten he had ordered supper.
“For Mrs. Parker we have calypso shrimp.” The waiter said placing it on the table next to me. “As for you Mr. Parker, you have the house special served with your favorite sauce,” he added as he placed the plate on Bentley’s side of the table.
“How could you have forgotten you ordered supper?” I asked staring at
“I thought it would be served a little later and we still had time. After supper, we can go and go snorkeling. I really want to see the fish in the bay.”
I shook my head at him. Sometimes his mentality surprised me. He could remember every single meeting that he was expected to go to, but he couldn’t remember when supper was coming. I knew more likely it was just the thrill of being caught, like the time we were supposed to be working, and he had me bent over his desk. He had just finished and put my skirt back down when one of the employees walked through the door without knocking.
I wasn’t sure if my face was red at that moment, but I knew it had been burning. Bentley acted as if we we weren’t having sex in his office at all.
I had to admit that Bentley did keep our relationship interesting. He had not only managed to get under my skin and make me fall in love with him. It was no surprise he kept it interesting, he always loved living on the edge and having our relationship the same way made sense. He had taught me many things in such a short period. He taught me how to live again. Steven, my ex-husband, seemed to have killed my spirits as Bentley revived me. With whatever had come out of our relationship, I knew I would always be his princess.
CHAPTER 4
The first couple days in Cancun seemed like a paradise. Bentley had different things we had done each day. We had drinks on the beach watching the sunset, touring the ancient Mayan civilization and even explored the Yucatan Peninsula.
I smiled as I reached over and started touching Bentley’s chest who was laying beside me, asleep. The best part of waking him up was being seductive. I love waking him up with sex as well. I began to kiss his lips, cheeks and down his neck trying to get him to stir.
When I got a slight smile, I continued down his chest and began to suck lightly on his nipples.
Bentley’s hand slid over and began to touch my bare skin under the blanket. His fingers started to brush between my legs until he found my clit and started to rub.
“Oh,” I moaned with pleasure that shot through my body. I ran my hand down to his hard cock and started to stroke it gently.
When Bentley thought I was wet enough, he plunged his finger into my tight hot pussy.
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“Your pussy is so hot and tight that I want to lay you down and fuck you.” he whispered
I began bobbing my head on his cock as I bucked my ass in the air for him to fuck my wet pussy with his finger. My knees were becoming weak from the pleasure I was receiving from Bentley’s finger as he fingered faster. I moaned as I tightened up my pussy as I knew I was cumming.
I lapped his cock waiting for the signal to get on and ride it. His cock tasted amazing as the drops of precum were the first thing I tasted every morning.
“Get on and ride it.” Bentley whispered.
I quickly got on top without hesitation. I straddled him as I dropped my wet pussy on his hard cock, which parted my dripping lips. I dropped down as I started cumming as he penetrated me. I felt his cock deep inside of me as I dropped my body weight on top of him, accepting every inch of his cock.
I quickly inhaled as my bottom lip started quivering as if I was starting to cry.
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