Unwritten (The Unspoken Series Book 1)

by M. C. Decker

“Oh, baby, that was perfect, but I need more of you now. I need to feel you when I make love to you for the first time,” Rich said, breathlessly.

  I didn’t move as I watched Rich walk around to the other side of the bed, his cock still fully erect. His eyes never left mine and he reminded me of a mountain lion stalking its prey. I was so turned on, knowing that I was his prey.

  Suddenly, he was straddling my legs and using his knee to spread my legs apart before he positioned himself at my entrance.

  “Meeting you that day by the elevator was fate. Becoming your friend was by choice which took a whole lot of work, might I add. But, falling in love with you was beyond my control, sweets,” he whispered in my ear, as he hovered over my body with his hard length tormenting my swollen clit.

  “Falling in love with me might have been beyond your control, but making love to me right now is certainly very much in your control,” I growled back. “Make love to me, Rich. Please, baby, please make love to me now,” I begged breathily.

  “Brooke, I thought you’d never ask. Your wish is my command.”

  Rich entered me slowly, taking his time, filling me to the brim. I could tell that he wanted to savor this moment between us. We weren’t fucking, like months before; now Rich was telling me with his body that he loved me.

  After what felt like hours of Rich pleasuring every inch of my body, we were finally curled up in each other’s arms. I felt the happiest I’d been in months, maybe even years. If someone had asked me all those years ago if I truly loved Jay, I would have told them yes. But knowing now how I felt about Rich, I knew, without a doubt, that he was meant for me. I knew in that moment that I loved this man, holding me in his arms. Some may say that it was too fast. We had only just solidified our relationship, but we were twelve years in the making.

  “Something on your mind?” Rich asked, as he placed a gentle kiss on my temple, pulling me tighter to his chest.

  “Just us – I can’t believe we’re finally here – together,” I replied.

  “Mmmm, I like the sound of that – together. Speaking of which – you are planning on canceling that interview of yours, right?”

  That’s when my mind began to race. Crap, I forgot all about my interview in just a few short days. Maybe I should still move. Maybe it would be better for my relationship with Rich. If he wasn’t my boss, I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable around him at work. What if our colleagues found out? What would they say? I would be nothing but water cooler talk.

  As if Rich could sense my inner turmoil, he said, “Shhh, stop overthinking this, Brooke. We’ll make it work. We can even keep it a secret for awhile if you’d like, but you are canceling that interview with the Tribune. That decision is final and closed for discussion. Understand?” he said with finality.

  “Yes, boss.”

  “Now that, that’s settled, let’s get some rest. You haven’t been at work in three days and your assignments are piling up on your desk.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh as I playfully punched Rich’s bicep. “Do you always have work on the brain, Mr. Davis.”

  “No, I usually have you on the brain, but now that you are MINE, I can start concentrating on my work again. Actually, I think tomorrow, I’ll need to see you in my office. I’ve been fantasizing about bending you over my desk since the day of your interview with me – be sure to wear a skirt tomorrow.”

  I shook my head and kissed his chest, “I love you, Rich, even if you are a demanding boss.”

  March 2012

  It was my thirty-first birthday, or the second anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday as I liked to remind my friends; I couldn’t help but remember celebrating my birthday a decade ago. It seemed only fitting that I had celebrated then with Rich, too.

  This time, though, instead of downing tequila at a local hole-in-the-wall, we’d be drinking champagne, and rubbing elbows with the Who’s Who of Washington society at the annual White House Correspondents Dinner. Rich had attended each year since starting at the Post, but this was obviously my first time.

  Having searched for weeks for the perfect ensemble, I finished putting on my makeup, while sitting at my vanity, and looked in the mirror; I smiled at the reflection staring back at me.

  Rich was right about the sparkle being back in my eyes, and it wasn’t because of the shimmering eye shadow I was wearing, either. He had done that … all by himself. We had come so far in our relationship since I’d allowed him back into my life and heart a month ago.

  The awkwardness that I feared would exist at the office, never happened. We kept things low-key for about a week, before Rich decided we were being ridiculous and sent out an intra-office memo. I must admit, it was a little awkward seeing the subject line – Brooke Anderson = MINE, come through over e-mail. I nearly choked on the French vanilla latte I was drinking at the time.

  For being such an articulate man, Rich really wasn’t very eloquent when it came to addressing our relationship status with colleagues.

  I marched right into his office with the intent of letting him have it, but when I opened the door and saw him leaning against his desk with his shirt unbuttoned, bearing his abs, I melted into a puddle of goo.

  “Excuse me, Mr. Davis, but what if someone else had just walked into your office,” I recalled asking him.

  “I assume you didn’t read the entire memo, Miss Anderson, because if you had, you would’ve seen the last sentence advising my staff that I would be unavailable for the next hour. You see, I knew your pretty little behind would come in here acting angry with me. I would need to calm you down for the first fifteen minutes before I used the next forty-five for some hot, make-up sex right here on my desk,” he replied with a wink.

  Rich really did love bending me over his desk. I blushed thinking of the number of times he’d worked me into a frenzy over that thing – including that day.

  While fantasizing about bending over Rich’s desk with my panties bunched at my ankles and skirt around my waist, my mind returned to the present when I heard the sound of a key unlocking my door.

  Just a second later, I heard Rich yell toward the bedroom. “Just me, sweets!”

  “I should hope it’s just you, baby. I don’t go around giving my apartment key to many strangers,” I laughed.

  “Oh, Miss Sassy Pants tonight, huh?”

  “Whatever,” I quipped. “I’m almost done. I’ll be out in a sec. Make yourself at ho--.”

  Before I had time to complete the sentence, I heard the snap and fizz of Rich opening a can of Bud Light and plopping on my couch, followed by the jingle that I’ve come to know as SportsCenter play on TV.

  “Don’t get too comfortable, though.” I said as I walked out of the bedroom.

  Rich looked in my direction and a smile quickly formed on my lips after seeing the expression on his face and hearing him mouth, “Whoa.”

  He stood up from the couch and my mouth dropped in similar fashion as I took in his crisp, black suit, light pink, collared shirt and gray and pink, striped tie. It took some work, but I was finally able to convince Rich that “real men wore pink.” I’m so glad he gave in because – dayum he looked sexy.

  He walked over to me, grabbed my hands and pulled me close to where I could feel his breath on my lips. He looked deep into my eyes before pulling me in closer to his lips. His tongue licked my bottom lip as it seemed to be asking permission to enter. My lips parted and our tongues met together in a dance.

  I loved the taste of this man, which was better than any flavor of Ben and Jerry’s. He was my own perfect flavor. I giggled a little at that thought and Rich pulled back to gaze into my eyes once again.

  “When I look into your eyes I know that it’s true; God must have spent a little more time on you,” he hummed, in his off-key Karaoke voice.

  My giggle turned into hysterical laughter. “Busting out the Justin Timberlake lyrics, eh? You must think you’re getting lucky tonight.”

  “One, I’m always lucky when I’m with you,” he said
as he held one finger in the air. “Two,” he continued while adding a second finger, “it’s not just J.T., it’s ‘N Sync. You know, Justin, Chris, JC, Lance and that fat-one guy.” I swear I thought he was going to throw a ‘duh’ in there just to prove his point.

  I spoke before giving him that opportunity. “Wow, I’m almost impressed, but it’s Fa-tone. Joey Fatone.”

  “It’s true though, Brooke; they broke the mold when you came in this world.”

  “Seriously? What’s with the ‘God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You’ serenade?” I asked with a raised brow.

  “I heard it this afternoon on Throwback Lunch. It reminded me of you.”

  I just smiled and gave him a simple peck on the lips. We were already running late and didn’t have time to get ready all over again. The last thing I wanted was to be late for the White House gathering. “Sorry, we’re late to your party, Mr. President.” – Uh, I don’t think so.

  Rich grabbed my right hand and twirled me around like a ballerina. I was wearing a strapless, pink chiffon dress with a black sash tied in the back that hung just above my knees. I completed my look with a glittery, pink-and-silver pair of ballerina flats. Who said fancy couldn’t be comfy? That was Cassidy’s motto and I was starting to think that she was on to something.

  “Did I tell you that you look simply elegant tonight, my love?”

  “Thanks, baby. You look pretty handsome yourself,” I said with a grin.

  I had been looking forward to this event for months. I just never imagined that when I RSVP’d several months ago that my “plus one” would be Rich. As our limousine pulled up to the front of the Washington Hilton, I felt those familiar, pesky butterflies take up residence in my belly once again. This place was swarming with notable reporters – the same ones who I’d been idolizing for years. Aside from the journalists, many politicians were expected to be in attendance including the vice-president, first lady and president.

  Following dinner, each year, the event included a comedy roast of the president. This year’s Master of Ceremonies was Jimmy Kimmel. I would actually be in a live audience of a Jimmy Kimmel comedy show – someone pinch me now!

  “Are you OK, Brooke?” You seem a little distant.”

  “Yeah, I’m great, actually – just a little nervous that we are going to be in the company of all these celebrities.”

  “You’ll be great. You always know how to charm a crowd. Look how well you got along with the first lady during your White House Christmas tree debacle,” Rich chuckled. “Here I was trying to set you up, and you sure proved me wrong. Just one of the many things I love about you,” he added, as pulled me closer, placing a light kiss on the tip of my nose.

  The chauffeur opened the door and Rich slid out of the car. He turned to me and we walked hand in hand into the building where we were directed into the extravagant dining room. Rich and I found our name cards at one of the main tables nearest to the stage. I suppose my name was bumped up on the guest list because I was being escorted by the editor of the capital’s leading newspaper.

  Just as I was reading the names of other guests seated at our table, my attention was drawn to a beautiful, leggy blonde who was making her way to our table. You’ve got to be kidding me. Aubrey effing Sullivan was walking toward our table with an equally attractive man at her side.

  How was she so freaking skinny? I thought to myself. Note to self: go to the gym in the morning, better yet, maybe I’ll take up running. I hate running, even the idea of running makes me want to barf, but really maybe it’s a necessary evil, and would do me some good.

  And, her boobs! How were those things not pointing at all to the south? If it’s even possible, I think they point more to the north than a decade ago. If she hadn’t had a boob job then, she most certainly has by now.

  Just as I was thinking about implants and a running schedule, I heard her sickening sweet voice. “Oh my, Rich – Rich Davis is that really you? And, your friend – well if it isn’t Brooke Anderson. This is just a great, big, college reunion, isn’t it?” she giggled.

  Friend, friend? Did she just refer to me as Rich’s friend. Was he going to correct her? Should I correct her? Better yet, I should just punch her in the throat, I mused to myself.

  “Hello, Aubrey. Long time, no see. And, yes, this is Brooke – my girl friend,” he told her as he squeezed my hand, as if sensing my internal panic. “What are you doing here? I’ve been to several of these as a representative of the Post, but I haven’t seen you here before.”

  Thank goodness, Rich was just as surprised as I was that she was here. I felt my heart rate begin to return to normal with that revelation.

  “I took a job with the Times-Picayune about a year ago. I took some time away from the journalism field after college and got into public relations, but I’m back at it now,” Aubrey answered. “And, I never thought I’d see you again, Rich,” she added, in her most flirtatious voice.

  I just wanted her to finish her pleasantries and vanish – vanish from the dinner and from our lives, but to make the situation so much worse, I realized the name card next to mine read “Aubrey Sullivan and guest.” We learned after we all took our seats that Aubrey’s guest was just a colleague of hers from the Times-Picayune. Much to my disappointment, he also paid more attention to my boyfriend than he did to the beautiful blonde at his side.

  It appeared that Aubrey was single and had her sights set on MY MAN! I just wanted a perfect birthday with Rich and here I was again sharing my night and my man with Aubrey freaking Sullivan. Relax, Brooke. The difference is that tonight Rich will leave with you. He’s not interested in Aubrey; he’s only interested in you – you’re his Brooke Anderson of his past, present, and future. I just had to keep reminding myself of that fact each time I saw Blondie batting her eyelashes at Rich.

  The rest of the evening went by in a bit of a blur. I laughed when Kimmel made jokes about the president and I greeted all of the political bigwigs as they visited our table, mainly to talk to Rich, but I never got comfortable because all I could really see were the googly eyes Aubrey kept making at my boyfriend. I couldn’t wait for her to get on a plane back to New Orleans! It was bad enough thinking that she might come into contact with Rich more often now; I needed her out of our damn city.

  Finally the night came to an end and Rich and I said our goodbyes. Rich must have picked up on my unease as he helped me into the limo.

  “You don’t have anything to worry about, Brooke. I love you. My time with Aubrey is in the past,” Rich said, trying to ease my fears.

  “But, you chose her over me once before, Rich. How can I be sure you won’t choose her again?” I questioned.

  “First of all, I always wanted you. It’s only been you that I’ve ever wanted. I just never wanted to be your rebound guy. I wanted to be it for you. You were still in love with Jay. As much as you said you weren’t, I always knew that you were. He hurt you deeply. I only went out with Aubrey because I needed to get my mind off you. So many times I just wanted to kiss you, make love to you, but I knew it was too soon.”

  “If I thought that your heart had been ready for what I felt for you then, it would have been you. It was and will always be you,” he declared with absolute certainty.

  I put my hands in Rich’s thick hair and pulled him in for an affectionate kiss. In that moment, I knew that I would never have to worry about Aubrey Sullivan, or any other woman for that matter. This man at my side loved me and only me. And, I loved him, more than I even believed was possible.

  Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any more perfect, Rich pulled out a small, black, jewelry box from his right pocket. My eyes became as wide as saucers with what I thought was going to happen. Holy shit! Was I ready for this? Rich and I had only been together for a month. But, I did love him. Yes, I was ready for this!

  “Relax, sweets. I know you probably aren’t ready for THAT, yet … But, you will be my wife one day – soon,” Rich said as he opened the box.
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br />   Inside was a beautiful, sparkly pair of tear-drop, diamond earrings. “I know it’s almost over, but Happy Birthday, Brooke,” Rich said with his perfect Hollywood smile.

  Even though they were absolutely stunning, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointment course through my body. We’d only been together for a month and I already wanted to marry this man. The realization hit me harder than walking into a wall of bricks.

  “Thank you, Rich. They’re gorgeous and I will treasure them forever. Now, please, take me home and make love to me. Make my birthday wish come true,” I purred.

  July 2012

  It was the Fourth of July when Rich and I traveled back to Michigan to spend some time with our families. I hadn’t seen his mother or sister since his graduation ten years ago, and it had been even longer since he’d seen my father. I was most nervous, though, about Rich seeing Cassidy again. She’d never been his biggest fan and although she’d been fairly supportive of our relationship, she didn’t want to see me get hurt. She’d been especially worried since I told her about our run-in with Aubrey Sullivan on my birthday.

  “Why does that skank always have to ruin my bbopof’s birthday? I wish I’d been there – I would have cut a bitch,” she said, the day after our little reunion.

  I reassured her over and over again that day that I had, in fact, fallen head over heels in love with Rich. I even told her I thought he was going to propose and that I’d been disappointed when he hadn’t.

  I stayed in bed a little later that morning, but crawled out when I smelled my favorite coffee brewing and heard conversation and laughter coming from the kitchen. I threw on my purple, fluffy robe, pulled my disheveled hair into a knot, and took care of business in the bathroom, before making my way to the kitchen.

  “Mr. Anderson,” Rich said, clearing his throat before continuing. “I love your daughter and I want nothing more than to make her my wife. She loves you and respects your opinion more than you will ever know. I understand that we are really just meeting here for the first time, but I would appreciate your blessing in asking for Brooke’s hand in marriage.”