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Signed Sealed Baby - Ashlee Rose
Signed Sealed Baby - Ashlee Rose
Signed Sealed Baby - Ashlee Rose
ASHLEE ROSE
Copyright © 2022 Ashlee Rose
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For the fans of the pregnancy trope…
All 3 of you
Contents
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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ENTWINED IN YOU SERIES:
Something New
Something To Lose
Something Everlasting
Before Her
Without Her
Forever Her
STANDALONE:
Unwanted
Promise Me
Savage Love
Tortured Hero
Something Worth Stealing
Dear Heart, You Screwed Me
DUET:
Welcome to Rosemont
Rekindle Us
Your Dirty Little Secret
I scoffed.
What a pretentious name.
A pretentious name, for a pretentious prick.
“Skylar,” he snapped, my eyes meeting with his again. “Just sign the
damn contract.”
I inhaled deeply.
This was going to be fine.
I sign the paper.
I deliver the goods.
I get the money.
All ties cut.
Forever.
I won’t get attached, I’ll do what needs to be done and then once that
money hits my account, I’m gone.
Five hundred thousand pounds.
Straight in my bank.
It’s just nine months…
Nine months.
One contract.
Don't fall in love.
Before I could think myself out of this situation, I grabbed the pen,
signed the contract then pushed myself away from the table and stormed out
of the conference room, barging into him as I did.
SKYLAR
One Month Ago
Rushing into my bedroom, I ran the brush through my hair and gave my
lashes a flick of mascara. I didn’t ever have to dress up for him, he wasn’t
demanding like some of the guys I worked with.
I didn’t like my job; I didn’t like most of my clients.
But this client? He was wonderful.
Slipping my feet into my trainers, I was wearing jeans and a jumper.
Nothing fancy, but comfortable. Our meeting spot was literally ten minutes
in a taxi. He will probably be there before me, but he would wait and still
pay me for the full time.
My taxi was kerbside within minutes, hopping in I gave him the address
and headed for my destination.
I don’t know what it was about this man, but he gave me butterflies. Of
course, he was handsome and delicious. He had a Henry Cavill look about
him, but he was so much prettier than Cavill.
He was broad shouldered and chiselled like a Greek god.
He is a walking orgasm. A sex god on legs.
Not that I know what that feels like with him, he literally pays me to
talk. I’m like a therapist.
To be honest, a therapist would be a lot cheaper.
Paying for my taxi, I got out and headed into the back of the club that
was in the basement of The Sauvage Hotel.
We always met here. I never went to his. He never came to mine.
We could meet at my boss’ office, he has a stunning glass wrap around
penthouse in the city, but he never wants to meet there either.
I stilled, knocking four times, keeping it consistent on the metal door so
he knew it was me.
He swung the door open, and there he was.
Suited and booted, his white shirt open at the collar, his brown hair
swept to the side. His dark brown eyes glistened as they looked down at me,
mentally undressing me, his eyes devoured every inch of me. My skin
burned with a blush.
He was taller than me, but it wasn’t hard.
I was five foot three, he was a clear six foot six.
“Sky,” he smiled as he stepped back, letting me walk into the warm
office.
“Pres,” I smile back as the metal door clunks shut behind me.
I looked around his office, deep cherry mahogany wood panelled the
large room, which made it look so much smaller, where in fact, it was a
huge space. A dark, brown leather chair tucked behind the large, oak desk
that sat in the middle of the office. Glass shelves were stacked with crystal
decanters of amber liquids which were all full, my mouth watering slightly.
“Drink?” he smirked as he saw me eyeing up the decanters.
“Of course,” I smiled sitting on the cherry red chesterfield that sat over
the other side of the office.
“Ice?”
“Please.”
The smells that filled my nostrils were a mix of musk, wood polish and
bourbon. It has since become a favourite of mine because it reminds me of
him. It reminds me of home.
Preston walked towards me and handed me the small crystal tumbler
that was filled with his expensive bourbon.
I thanked him as I took the glass from him, bringing it to my lips. I only
drunk it with Preston. To be honest, I only do a lot of things with Preston.
H e has been a client of mine for about a year now , and not once
has he tried to put his hands on me. But then thinking about it, I’m not sure
if I should see that as a good thing or a bad thing. I know he has other
escorts in his little black book, and I can’t see him wanting to talk to me and
the others as well.
But it’s fine.
I enjoy the quality time with him.
We’re work colleagues.
Friends.
He sat down next to me with a heavy sigh, in one hand he held on
tightly to his crystal tumbler and the thumb on his other hand rubbed across
the band of his signet ring.
Just seeing that reminded me of just how powerful this man was.
“So, what was this urgent meeting for?” I smiled as I took a mouthful,
leaning against him and nudging into him.
I heard him scoff a laugh as he nudged me back. He stilled for a
moment before turning to face me. He looked so relaxed and carefree sitting
here, his eyes softening as they focused on mine.
He sighed, his head dropping to look at the amber liquid in the bottom
of his glass.
“Pres?” I said softly as I placed my glass on the floor by my feet,
scooting closer to him. Placing my finger under his chin, I lifted his head up
so he had to look at me. I could see the rage in his eyes, they were
glistening with angry tears.
“Preston?” I whispered. I had never seen him like this, and now he was
worrying me. “What’s happened?”
His eyes burned into mine and I swear I felt his rage seep into me. My
heart drummed against my rib cage.
“My father,” he spat out the words as if they were venomous on his
tongue. I didn’t know his father and by the stories that Preston had told me,
I didn’t want too.
I stayed quiet, not wanting to push him. I had learned a lot about
Preston since I began working for him, and one thing I was certain on was
you never pushed him into anything. There have been times where we have
sat in complete silence for hours, all because he wasn’t ready to tell me.
That was fine. It’s how he worked. And I would never, ever push him
into anything.
“He’s made me an unreasonable and unrealistic fucking deal,” he
growled, his large hand pushing through his mop of thick, brown hair.
He swallowed his drink in one mouthful before pushing off the sofa and
walking back over to the decanter that sat on the shelf.
I kept my eyes pinned to his ripped, broad back as I swirled my own
glass of amber in small, circular movements.
Once his glass was filled, he padded back over to me, collapsing into
the chesterfield with a heavy sigh.
I took a mouthful of drink, my eyes steady as I watched him, waiting for
him to tell me. Another deep sigh leaves him.
“I have till my thirty-fifth birthday to have a woman pregnant with my
child, otherwise all ties between me and the company are gone.” His voice
was so dull and flat, no emotion was evident at all.
“Oh.”
He nodded.
“Oh, indeed.” He agreed with me.
The silence fell between us again, but it wasn’t awkward. I just didn’t
know what to say back to him.
I sighed, swallowing the last of my drink. I stood, walking to the
decanter and grabbing it by the neck. I looked over my shoulder at him, his
brown eyes ablaze as they roamed over my body.
“Do you want more?” I asked.
He shook his head from side to side.
Pouring my own glass out before placing the bottle back on the shelf, I
strutted over to him.
“What you going to do?” I finally asked the question that was burning
my tongue.
“What can I do?” he half laughed; half scoffed. “I am going to have to
find a suitable woman.” He shook his head from side to side as if he was
having an inner argument with himself.
“I’m sure your father will have a lovely, long line of eligible women
that would jump at the chance to carry your baby,” I smirked, nudging into
him.
“Ha,” he sat back, his legs parted, his long finger tapping on the side of
the crystal tumbler. “He may well have a lovely, long list of eligible
women, but I don’t want any of them.” His eyes fell to his lap.
There it was again.
That comfortable silence.
I took a big mouthful, coating my dry mouth with the burning amber
that glided down my throat like pure silk.
“It’s such a turn on watching you drink my favourite drink,” he smirks,
his eyes meeting mine.
I blushed.
“It’s just a drink,” I shrugged, not wanting to give off any of the other
vibes I was feeling inside. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to
him, I mean, have you seen him? He is divine. Everything about him is
delicious.
But he was my client.
He didn’t want that sort of work relationship with me, he wanted me as
a friendly ear and nothing more.
Did I wish he was one of my clients like that? Absolutely.
I would love to be in his arms, feeling what these other girls get to feel.
To have him love me, even if it was just for an hour or two. To be made to
feel like the only girl in the world.
But, alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
He wanted me as a friend.
He paid me to listen and give him advice. Not that I was
knowledgeable, but it was nice being needed for something other than sex.
His eyes were still on me, the pull was magnetic, and I found it hard to
ignore. I gave into him, my wide doe eyes finding his.
“How are you going to find someone?” my voice was quiet.
“I don’t know…” his voice trailed off as he took a mouthful. “But I’ll
make it my mission to find someone, I can’t lose the company. I have
worked so hard, sacrificed my teenage years putting in the hours under my
father and grandfather. I sacrificed relationships, friendships, everything.”
He sighed. “I am not about to give it all up now because of some shitty
clause in the family contract.” His voice was rumbling, it vibrated through
me. I could feel his anger pumping in my veins as if his anger was seeping
into me, I felt his anger as if it was my own.
“I get that,” I whispered. I did, I felt his rage and his sadness. It must be
heart-breaking knowing that you have worked so hard for something, only
to have it ripped from your grasp.
He stood, knocking the remainder of his drink back before walking over
to the desk and slamming it down on the surface. I didn’t jump. Just kept
my eyes pinned to him. He smiled at me, striding towards me and holding
his hand out for me to take.
“Come, let me get you home. I have already taken so much of your
evening with my wallowing.”
I smiled back up at him, finishing my own drink and taking his hand. I
felt the familiar bolt that shot through me, coursing through to my core
before exploding and causing my skin to erupt into goosebumps.
Placing my glass on the desk as he led me out the basement of the hotel,
he gripped my small hand tightly.
His driver was waiting outside in a blacked-out range rover. Opening
the door, I climbed in followed by Preston. Once the door was shut, he
placed one of his hands in-between my legs, giving my thigh a reassuring
squeeze.
His other hand was on his phone, scrolling aimlessly through what
looked like a shit load of emails.
The car drive was quiet and not long enough. The driver pulled up
outside my apartment block, and I noticed the distaste and disgust apparent
on Preston’s face.
“This is me,” a weak smile played across my lips.
“You live here?” and I swear I saw his nose turn up. This was the first
time he had dropped me home, normally I make my own way home, purely
for this reason. His snobbery and my poorness do not mix well.
“Yup, I am sorry, but we can’t all live in million-pound houses and
penthouses,” I winked, opening the door before he could say anything else.
“Goodnight, Preston, I hope you find someone that can give you what you
need.” And with a sombre nod, I slam the door shut before running in the
rain and ducking into my apartment block, not once looking back.
Once inside, I stripped down, pulled my pyjamas on and climbed into
bed.
I felt heavy from Preston’s offload and suddenly I was exhausted.
Chapter Three
PRESTON
I just sat , watching as she ran into the shit dump that she called
home. How the fuck can she live there?
“Sir, shall I drive?” Guy asked me, pulling me from my stare.
“Please,” I said firmly before my eyes fell back to my phone. I was
ready for today to be over, I have six months to find someone, get them
pregnant and make sure my father approves. I have everything that I could
have ever wished for, but this was not the life I wanted and it certainly
won’t be the life for my future children. As soon as I have full control of
that business then that stupid clause will be gone. It’s ridiculous and stuck
in the old times, Sauvage needed to enter the twenty-first century, but at the
moment it was stuck in the nineteen-hundreds where my grandad started it.
I get we need to keep the heritage; I want to keep it as close to the
original as I can, but changes needed to be made. Big changes.
And I wanted to be the one to do them.
I dismissed Guy once we pulled into the underground car park of the
hotel. Pinging the elevator, I stepped in and rode up the twelve floors to the
top. My home. The penthouse.
Sure, I could make a fortune putting this room up for occupancy at the
hotel, but it was my home. It would always be home.
We had the room to add more than one, but I didn’t want anyone to be
above me. This was my hotel. My dream. My life.
I was happy to get out of my stuffy suit, I hung it up then tossed my
phone on the bed. I needed a shower. I felt tense. Normally when I felt
tense, I would call Ernie and get him to send one of the girls round. I would
fuck her until I was bored of her, then Guy would take her home and I
would sleep like a baby.
But not tonight. No, for some reason I only had one thing on my mind,
and it wasn’t sex.
Stepping under the hot water, the burn on my skin felt good. I needed to
release some of this tension and if the shower didn’t do it, I would go and
have an hour in the gym. Lathering my hair up, I stepped under the rain
forest shower head. I tipped my head back and just let the water cascade
over me, easing over my aching muscles and washing my plaguing thoughts
away, if only for a small moment.
Dressing in shorts and a tee, I slipped my feet into my trainers before
pushing my earphones in. Slipping my phone in my pocket, I let the music
drum through my ears and pulse through my blood as I entered the gym. I
headed straight for the running machine, pumping the incline up as I began
to run. The burn in my legs kicked in quickly, my heart race pumping fast in
my chest. Yes, this is what I needed. To run until I couldn’t run anymore.
I collapsed onto my bed, breathing out of my arse but I felt good.
Turning my phone off, I fell into a deep slumber before everything went
black.
I woke groggy, my head felt heavy and hazy. I completely exhausted
myself last night. My muscles ached with every move as they rippled under
my skin. After I finished running, I moved to weights before finishing the
session off with a round on the punch bag. Running would have usually
been enough, but my mind was too busy. I couldn’t switch off.
Rolling over, I grabbed the hotel phone and buzzed down to front desk.
“Good morning, Mr Sauvage.”
“Morning Linda, can you get me a black americano and eggs with
avocado on sourdough brought up please?” I said gruffly before putting the
phone back into its cradle, not waiting for her answer.
Reaching for my mobile that was lost in the feather down duvet, I saw a
message from my dad.
No point running Preston. You have six months. If you need any
help finding a suitable lady, I am sure I can assist. See you at the
party.
I threw the covers back as I paced up and down, the rage that had left
last night was now back with a vengeance. It was brewing deep in the pit of
my stomach and it was only getting worse as the minutes ticked by.
Smashing my fingers into the screen, I found Ernie’s number.
“Preston,” his voice hummed through the speaker.
“Ernie,” my tone was a lot curter than his.
“How may I assist? I assume Skylar was okay last night?” I could hear
the glee in his voice, the more I used him, the more money he got.
“Skylar was perfect,” I groaned.
The line fell silent.
“Is she clean?”
“Sorry?” Ernie was clearly taken aback by my question. “Preston, you
know all my girls are clean.”
“When was her last test?” I asked, pinching the bridge of my nose with
my finger and thumb to relieve some of the tension that was consuming me
again.
“A week ago.”
“And how popular is she?” I felt the bile rise in my throat, I wasn’t sure
why. I suppose maybe it’s because I see her as mine and only mine.
“Not overly,” he cleared his throat, I could hear his shoes hitting the
tiled floor. A door closed. “Don’t get me wrong, she could be very popular
if she put herself out a little more.”
“Explain,” I barked.
“She has three regulars, one of them being you.”
“Okay…” I trailed off.
“She cries,” he stopped talking suddenly.
“What do you mean she cries?”
I can hear him fiddling with something in the background.
“Every time she sleeps with them she cries.” I hear him sigh, “but you
know that already, because you’re one of her clients…”
“I have never slept with her Ernie.” For some reason, I felt my blood
boil. I hated knowing that she cries.
“Oh.”
“I pay her to talk to me, to be my friend.” I admit, rubbing the knot out
of the back of my neck.
“Right.”
Once more, the line falls silent.
“How much would it cost for her to be exclusive to me?”
“Sorry?” Ernie stammered.
“Don’t sorry me, you heard me. I want her taken off your books. I want
her to be exclusively mine.”
“I can’t do that,” he stammered again.
“Ernie, I have been a very, very generous client over the last four years,
haven’t I?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Mr Sauvage.”
“Good lad,” I taunted. “So, I think you can be a little more
accommodating when I say I want her taken off your books. I am not taking
her, I am not stealing her from your seedy little business, I am asking for
you to get rid of her other clients and leave her just for me.”
“I understand.”
“Are you sure about that? Because believe me Ernie, even if you said
no, I would steal her from you anyway, so I think it’s in your interest to just
agree to my terms.”
“I agree.”
“Excellent. Please block Skylar out for the foreseeable.”
“Done.”
“Perfect, now you have a good day, Ernie.” I cut the phone off before I
heard what he had to say. “Prick,” I smirked at the phone before throwing it
on the bed. I had shit to do. But first, I needed to get ready.
Once I was dressed, I messaged Skylar telling her to be ready for five
p.m.
I felt excited suddenly; I was looking forward to spending time with her.
Chapter Four
SKYLAR
I was out having coffee with H arriet when I felt my phone buzz .
“One second, sorry,” I said with an apologetic shrug. She was deep in
conversation about how everything was coming together for her wedding
and I felt awful interrupting her.
I looked at my phone to see my two of my clients had cancelled.
What the fuck.
“Harriet, I have just got to make a quick call to Ernie, I’ll be five mins.
Go get another coffee,” I smiled, handing her my card before turning and
whizzing out the door. She always bought my coffees and even though I
have given her my card, she will only use hers.
After two rings he answered.
“Ernie!” I said panicked, my heart was jackhammering in my chest. I
needed those clients, I needed the money.
“Calm down,” he reassured me, he was too calm. Ernie was never this
calm.
“Calm down!? Ernie! Two of my clients have cancelled, you promised
me that I would always have them and now they’ve cancelled!?” I couldn’t
calm down. I was way past calm. My mind was going into overdrive and
my heart was trying to keep up as it pumped erratically round my chest.
“Yes, they’ve cancelled, but…”
I didn’t give him a chance to finish as I began my spiel of how I didn’t
want to be fired and I was sorry that I cried after sex, but it isn’t them, it’s
me and how I promise to work on it.
“Skylar!” he shouted down the phone, cutting me off instantly. I palmed
away a hot tear that rolled down my cheek, I hadn’t even realised I was
crying. “Breathe,” he said to me, which I did. I closed my eyes and inhaled
deeply. “Right, are you ready for me to explain?” he said, I could hear a
slight smile in his voice.
“Yes,” my voice was shaky.
“The reason your two clients have been cancelled is not because you
cry…” he fell silent for a moment. We both knew it was because of that,
and even if it wasn’t, we both knew it was a big issue.
I swallowed.
“Mr Sauvage has booked you, he has made me cancel both of your
clients. He wants you at his beck and call…” I heard Ernie clear his throat.
“His beck and call!?” I screeched.
“Yup. You now exclusively work for only Mr Sauvage.”
“Oh…” was all I could manage.
“Is that okay?” I could hear the concern in his voice.
I nodded for a moment before remembering he couldn’t see me.
“Skylar?” he called.
“Yes, yes, perfectly fine.” I swallowed the huge, apple sized lump
down.
“Perfect, have a good day Skylar.”
I pulled the phone from my ear and cut it off.
That bastard. What was he up to.
I looked at my phone to see an unread message from said bastard.
Sky,
Be ready for five.
Pres X
I woke feeling shit . M y eyes were dry , my head was heavy and hazy .
It took me a moment to realise where I was. The bed was beyond
comfortable, and my head sunk into my pillow. I never wanted to move.
I got too drunk last night, I couldn’t remember the last time I got that
wasted.
I groaned as I rolled over to see a sleeping Preston. I propped myself up
on my elbow and just admired him. His long, black lashes fanned out on his
face, his thick, brown hair was messy with his natural waves showing.
I don’t think I had ever seen a man as handsome as him. Sure, I have a
crush on him but still, he really was beautiful and if people didn’t agree
than I am sorry… they must be blind.
I stretched up, my aching muscles reminding me of last night.
I don’t think we went any further than our little bit of intimacy in the
living room, if we did, I didn’t remember it. Which would be a shame to not
remember what it was like being with him.
I fell back into the bed, pulling the heavy duvet up round my chin as I
lay and pondered over the evening, things were hazy but the more I tried to
remember, the more my mind flashed with snippets of our evening.
I stripped Preston down to his perfect skin, then it was his turn to finish
undressing me. Leading him into the running water his lips crashed into
mine, his tongue sweeping through my mouth. He knew how to kiss. Our
lips were locked, our kiss was heated and messy and so wet but my god, it
was the best kiss I think I have ever had. That’s when things begin to get
hazy again, there was definitely touching and groping but that’s as far as it
went… I think.
“Morning baby,” his gruff voice made me turn my head to face him,
pulling me from my thoughts.
“Morning,” I smiled, suddenly conscious of the way I looked. Did I
have morning breath?
He leant across, my eyes widening as I turned my head to the side
quickly. He placed a kiss on my temple. He was aiming for my lips but I
couldn’t risk it. My hands were over my mouth.
“What are you doing?” he laughed, his thick brows pinching as his eyes
scanned my face.
“I need to brush my teeth,” I blushed, I felt the crimson creep onto my
cheeks.
“Oh, stop it, you do not need to brush your teeth,” he rolled his eyes,
pulling my hands from my mouth. He hovered his lips over mine before
turning his nose up in disgust. “On second thoughts…” he rushed out before
he fell back in the bed and held his stomach, a roar of a laugh escaping him.
He sounded like a child with his boyish laugh that filled the room.
“Oh my god,” I reached for the pillow that was behind my head and
whacked him with it.
“Woah, woah,” he put his hands above his head to protect himself from
my pillow attack. “I was joking!” he cried out before laughing again. He
jumped up, grabbing my wrists and holding me in place. “You’re not
playing fair,” he smirked as he lay over me.
“I don’t play fair,” I smirked back at him.
“We will see about that, now go brush them teeth and I’ll order
breakfast.”
I swatted him once more, pushing him off of me.
“I don’t have a toothbrush…” I muttered as I stood.
“Use mine,” he winked, before running his tongue over his bottom lip.
I poked my tongue out in a childish manner, before spinning and
walking towards the bathroom. A hot shower done me the world of good. I
stepped towards the sink and brushed my teeth with his toothbrush, smiling
as I did. Was it disgusting that I was using his toothbrush? I shook my head
from side to side as if answering my own question. We have kissed, his
tongue has literally been in my mouth and down my throat so no, using his
toothbrush was not disgusting.
I felt so much better. I wrapped myself in a dressing gown and walked
back into the bedroom where Preston was laying, one arm behind his head
the other on his phone as he worked through what I was assuming was
emails.
“How’s your breath?” he smirked as he dropped his phone into the
duvet.
“Piss off,” I blushed. “Erm, I need some clothes, I don’t really feel like
going home in a ball gown.”
“Already sorted it, the porter will be here soon with fresh clothes for
you. I apologise, I have guessed your size but seeing as I got the dress size
right, I think I’ll be okay,” he winked.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, breakfast is on route as well. I ordered loads of stuff
off the menu as I didn’t know what you wanted. I hope that’s okay.”
“That’s perfect.”
I sat on the edge of the bed, I didn’t know what to do with myself.
“Come back to bed,” he patted the duvet next to him. Bouncing over to
him I snuggled into him.
“I want to ask you something, but I thought maybe once we’ve had
lunch a bit later I can talk to you. Does that work, or do you have plans?”
I shook my head from side to side.
“No plans.”
“Good, I look forward to it.”
Once the clothes had been dropped off, I got dressed in skinny jeans and
a tee and pulled my hair into a ponytail. Slipping into the new trainers that
Preston sorted out for me.
“You look lovely,” he smiled as he pulled a fitted white tee over his
head.
I looked at myself in the reflection, I wouldn’t say I looked nice but I
didn’t look bad either.
Smiling at him, I grabbed my bag from last night and checked my
phone. I had a message from Harriet but decided I would answer her later
once I was back home.
Slipping my phone back in my bag, I pulled it over my shoulder as I
stood waiting for him. I knotted my fingers together.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he slipped his feet into his trainers.
“Yeah, just feel a little anxious and hungover,” I snorted.
“Don’t be anxious, you have nothing to be anxious about. And I feel
hungover too, that would be the amount of bourbon we consumed.”
My stomach rolled with nausea.
“I don’t think I want to look at another glass of bourbon again,” I shook
my head from side to side.
“You’ll be back drinking them next week,” he shrugged a jacket over
the top of his tee. It seemed weird seeing him so casual. I had only ever
seen him in suits.
“I don’t think I will,” I scrunched my nose up in disagreement.
Silence fell between us as he patted his pockets down and checked the
room to make sure he had everything.
“Do you enjoy living in a hotel room?” I blurted out as he closed the
door, locking it with a key card.
“Why wouldn’t I enjoy it?” he looked at me as we headed for the main
elevator that served the rest of the hotel.
“I dunno,” I squeaked as I pushed the button, calling the lift.
“I get my beds made for me and changed, I get food on demand, and I
can come and go as I please.” Stepping into the elevator, he held the doors
for me to follow.
I pushed the ground floor button and watched the doors close.
“Makes sense.”
Silence again.
“What will you do when you have the baby?”
He looked at me as if I had two heads. His brows furrowed, causing a
crease to form between them.
“Stay at the penthouse, obviously.” His attention faced forward,
“Why?”
“Just don’t think it’s much of an environment to raise a baby… you’ve
got no garden, you will be pent up in that apartment with a newborn…” I
rubbed my lips into a thin line as the silence surrounded us.
“Have you actually thought about this Preston?”
He said nothing. Just stormed from the lift, not waiting for me. Brilliant.
Had I crossed a line? Should I have kept my opinion to myself? Me and my
big foot. Rolling my eyes I followed him like the fucking puppy dog I was
and out onto the busy London street.
“Preston!” I called out as I tried my best to catch him up with my short
legs.
He stopped, turning to face me. He waited, and when I was close, he
reached out and grabbed my wrist as he dragged me next to him. He still
kept quiet.
“If you’re going to sulk all afternoon, I would rather you take me
home.”
He stilled in the middle of a busy pavement.
“I’m not sulking.” He groaned.
“No? Because from what I have just seen it definitely looks like you are
sulking.” I pulled my hand from his and crossed my arms against my chest.
He rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he snapped, “I was sulking, but only because you scared the shit
out of me. I haven’t thought that far ahead, I haven’t actually sat there and
thought about what I will do when the baby comes. Ideally, I would love to
move out of the penthouse but realistically with my job, it makes sense to
stay here.” He crossed his muscular arms across his chest, mimicking me.
“Ideally I would like to still be with the baby’s mum so we both had the
support of each other but life isn’t all rainbows and unicorns.”
I stifled my laugh, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as I tried to wipe
the smile off my face.
“Why the fuck are you laughing?” Damn he was defensive today.
“Just a weird use of words there. Rainbows and unicorns.”
“Well, life isn’t all rainbows and unicorns, is it? Because if it was, it
would be a pretty awesome world, wouldn’t it?”
“Mmhmm, it would.”
“Your voice is laced with sarcasm you piss taking fucker.” And I was
gone.
I creased over as I laughed hard, my stomach hurting from the constant
bubble of a laugh that escaped me.
When I finally calmed myself down, Preston was off marching in front
again.
“Oh, my little rainbow lover come back!” I laughed as I walked quickly
to catch him up.
“Skylar.”
“Yes, my little Pressie.”
“I’m done,” he slapped his hand down by his side, rolling his eyes and
turning on his heel again.
“I’m sorry!” I called out as I began running to catch him up.
We sat at this little restaurant tucked away from the hustle and bustle of
London and it was perfect.
As much as I was feeling rough, Preston convinced me to have a glass
of wine. You know, hair of the dog and all that.
It was a delicious, crisp white. He ordered us both a prawn risotto; I
wasn’t very adventurous when it came to food so I was glad to be with
someone that had tried different stuff to me.
“So,” I said as I finished a mouthful of my wine, “what did you want to
talk to me about?”
Preston wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin before putting it
on the table. He kept his eyes locked to mine as he took a mouthful of his
wine.
Why was he delaying it? The longer he took, the more anxious I
became.
“Well, I was thinking after the other night and telling you what needed
to happen.”
I listened; my fingers wrapped tightly around the wine glass stem.
He was waiting for me to respond, but I said nothing.
“It got me thinking about whom I would want to do this journey with…
yes, I have plenty of bachelorettes that would be desperate to give up their
eggs for me, but I don’t want just a bachelorette. I want someone who I
trust, who I know…” His eyes fell for a moment.
My heart skipped a beat or two, as much I wanted to scream out, I
didn’t. I kept my breathing steady, even though I was panicking on the
inside, I was calm and collected on the outside.
“I want to do this journey with you. As soon as my father told me what
had to happen, you were the first person that came to my mind.”
My eyes widened.
“We don’t have to be romantically involved; we can do an insemination
if you didn’t want to sleep with me… even though we sort of got a little
busy last night.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “But I am serious, we
don’t need to date if you didn’t want to. We can help each other out. You
can grow my baby; I can help you financially and get you out of the hell
hole where you live.”
I felt my back go up slightly at his words.
“Hell hole?” I snapped at him.
His eyes widened.
“It might not be a penthouse or a fucking mansion, but it is my home. I
have saved and worked hard to have that hell hole as you call it. It’s not
perfect, I have no heating and I am probably sharing it with more than a
house plant but it’s my home. It’s made me who I am today and to
remember that you don’t have to have money and a massive house to be
happy.”
I felt my rage burning through me.
“And you’re happy are you?” he questioned, one of his brows sitting
higher than the other. “You’re happy living in your one bed apartment and
being an escort, because when I look at you, you’re smiling and have a
glow to your skin…” he stopped for a moment to take a mouthful of wine
before licking his lips. “I think that’s because of me.”
He was so fucking cocky.
“I guess you’ll never know,” I winked, sitting back to drink my own
wine.
He rolled his eyes.
“Just think about it, honestly, what have you got to lose?”
The truth was, I had nothing to lose. He knew that, I knew that.
But did I really want to be tied to him forever?
“Look, take all the time you need…” he stopped for a moment, “but not
too long, because you know, I am on a ticking time bomb. If you want to go
ahead, you can either choose to be involved in the baby’s life, or once the
baby is born, walk away. We can use an egg doner and my sperm that way
you have no tie to it whatsoever. But then if you wanted to raise a child with
me, and have the baby as half of me and half of you, I’ll be happy with that
too.”
I contemplated his words for a moment, reaching for my wine glass as I
took a mouthful. My mouth was dry, my throat felt tight.
“I’ll pay you five hundred thousand pounds,” he blurted out.
My eyes widened, as I inhaled the wine along with my breath. I
coughed and spluttered as I hit the wine glass down on the table and
grabbed a napkin.
“Shit, Sky, are you okay?” he asked, but I closed my eyes and held my
finger up to silence him. It took me a moment or two to catch my breath
once more.
“What?” I whispered.
He sat up tall in his chair, readjusting himself as he rested his elbows on
the edge of the table, pressing his finger into the bottom of his chin.
“You heard me, five hundred grand, straight into your bank. Doesn’t
matter if you just want to be a surrogate or whether you want to be
involved, you will still get the money.”
“Yeah I need to think about this,” my hand was trembling now. It would
solve all my money problems, and I could finally move out the hell hole as
he calls it. But he wasn’t wrong. It was a hell hole.
I hated my apartment. I wanted nothing more than to move. Sure, I had
enough saved up for a down payment but then I would be left with nothing
and I really didn’t want to have to start all over again.
I sat and contemplated his offer; he didn’t take his eyes off of mine. I
watched as he leant over, curling his finger for me to move closer to him.
“Can I take you back home?” his voice was low, his eyes ablaze as his
eyes roamed from my eyes to my chest.
“And why is that?” I teased him, pressing my arms together so he could
make out the cleavage in my tee.
He bit his bottom lip, smirking before his eyes dragged up to mine.
“Because, my little peach…” he trailed off, “I want to fuck you.”
I snorted, my cheeks reddening at his words.
“You had that chance last night…” I sat back, my tongue poking at the
corner of my mouth and resting on my top lip.
“We were both pissed as farts, I want to remember everything about
you.”
“I think it’s best we just go home, and you let me have some time to
think over your proposal.”
He pouted, sitting back and sighing.
“Fine.”
I smirked, finishing my wine as we fell into light chatter and waited for
the bill. I managed to beat him to the card machine, paying for lunch and
praying the whole time that my card wouldn’t decline. Thankfully, it didn’t.
When we walked out, Preston’s driver was sitting kerbside waiting for
us. He opened the door, letting me climb in.
“Hi Guy,” I chirped as I slid across the leather seats.
“Afternoon Skylar,” Guy smiled in the rear-view mirror.
Preston slipped in next to me, I was waiting for him to put his hand on
my thigh like he normally does but he didn’t.
I didn’t say anything, just bit my tongue.
Pulling up outside my apartment, Preston climbed out before helping
me out.
“Thank you for a lovely weekend.” I smiled, pushing my hands into my
back pockets.
“No, thank you for a lovely weekend, it has been truly something
special.” He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me close to him.
I was dying for him to kiss me, internally begging him to kiss me.
But he didn’t.
One of his hands cupped my face as he placed the softest kiss on my
forehead, lingering for a moment. He let go and stepped away from me.
“I’ll speak to you soon, I’ll get a draft contract made up so you can look
at it, then we can go from there.” He smiled but it quickly faltered as he
slipped back into the car. I stood on the pavement and watched him drive
away.
I needed to speak to Harriet.
Chapter Seven
SKYLAR
I slept shit . I tossed and turned all night . I didn ’ t know if I had
made the right decision or not. But either way, I needed to make my mind
up and let Preston know what I had decided because he was on a ticking
clock.
I couldn’t keep him waiting, it wasn’t fair. I didn’t want to be the reason
he lost everything. Rolling over with a groan, I looked at the time it was six
a.m.
It was too early to be rolling out of bed on a Sunday morning. I debated
texting him but I didn’t want to wake him up. I felt agitated, I didn’t know
what to do.
I lay there and think back to the night he took me home, his mouth on
me, his fingers making me come so fucking hard.
I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep with him, the way his
muscles would ripple under that glorious skin of his as we moved together.
I felt hot and bothered; throwing my covers back I stormed for the shower.
The cold of the apartment hitting me, I really needed to get the engineer
out.
But then again, with the money I could just sell up and move and get a
lovely warm house. Just thinking about that made me want to do it.
Shaking the thoughts away, I jumped under the water and let my mind
wander to what it would be like to be pregnant with his baby. Would I want
an egg donor? Or would I want the baby to be half mine too?
That’s what I was struggling with the most, I didn’t know what to do. I
want babies, yes. But not like this. I wanted to be happily married to the
love of my life, have babies and grow old together. But yet, here I was at
the grand age of thirty. Single. Broke. An escort. I would end up being a
lonely old spinster.
The thought of having another women’s eggs inside me freaked me out,
so I don’t think I want that. No, I know I don’t want that.
So the question was, could I part with my baby? Could I sign over
parental rights to Preston and walk away?
I knew the answer deep down.
I just couldn’t bring myself to say it. Because if I said what I was
thinking out loud, I would be a terrible person, the guilt would eat me alive.
Getting dressed into my lounge wear, I sat on the sofa with a cup of tea
as I looked at my phone.
He hadn’t called. He hadn’t messaged.
Maybe he was having second thoughts?
But then again, I haven’t messaged him. Maybe I should message him.
Before I could think and stop myself, I grabbed my phone and wrote
him a quick message. I stared at the screen, waiting for him to reply.
I smiled.
I tapped a quick reply to let him know I was okay and that I was just
cleaning when he messaged. Popping my phone down next to me, I took a
mouthful of my tea when I heard it buzz again.
I waited for a moment before deciding what I would say. I did want to
see him but I also worried he would pressure me about my decision.
An hour is perfect.
It gave me enough time to get changed and put some make-up on. I
wanted to make an effort for him. I feel like he has never seen me at my
best, even when we went to his parents’ house, I didn’t feel like I had done
enough.
Stripping out of my clothes, I chose my lace underwear set. The bra was
red silk with a lace trim over the cups and the front of the thong.
Walking to my wardrobe, I scanned through the clothes. Most of it was
designer, but I didn’t know what to wear for him.
I opted for a black leather skirt, an emerald green spaghetti strap vest
top which I would tuck in, finished off with sky high black Louboutin’s.
Once dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. I was happy with the way
I looked. I curled my long blonde hair then brushed the curls out into soft
waves.
I opted for natural make-up with a nude lip but smoky eyes which really
made the green of my top pop against the black. I grabbed my black, quilted
Chanel bag with a silver strap and placed it over my shoulder. Perfect.
Swaying my hips from side to side I walked into the living area and
grabbed my black trench coat. Slipping it on, you would think I was naked.
The length was a little longer than my mini skirt I was wearing.
I felt the heat swarm to the apex of my thighs, before making the rest of
my skin flush with want and need. I had never felt like this before, but I’m
sure it was the sexual chemistry. Once we had slept together, it would no
doubt be gone.
Maybe that’s what I needed to do before I made my choice.
Let him have his wicked way with me before I decide on what I want to
do.
Yeah.
That was it.
Closing the apartment door behind me, I locked up and made my way to
the kerb as I waited for Preston.
I wasn’t standing there long when I saw his range rover pull up. My
stomach swarmed, my heart thumping in my chest.
He opened the window, smirking as it slipped down.
“Well, hello beautiful.”
I smiled, waiting for his driver to open the door for me. I thanked him
before slipping into the car and sitting next to Preston.
“Have you dressed up just for me?” he teased as his hands slipped
between my thighs. His hot hand on my cold skin sent shivers up and down
my spine.
“Not for you no, I dressed up for myself,” I winked at him as I shuffled
in my seat. I don’t know why but I was finding it hard to breathe being this
close to him. I wanted nothing more than to climb on his lap and let him
fuck me in the back of his car.
I was like a horny teenage girl.
“Are you hungry? Thinking we could order room service before we
spend the night together” he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
I laughed. “Who said I was spending the night with you?”
“I’m not letting you out of my sight dressed like that, you are for my
eyes only.”
I squeezed my thighs together to try and dull the ache that was pulsing
through my core.
“We will see about that.” I rubbed my lips together into a thin line as I
tried to stop the dirty thoughts from invading my mind.
I wanted his mouth on me, his fingers on me, his tongue lapping at my
most sensitive part as my orgasm ripped through me.
I needed him out of my system. I needed to feel what it was like to have
him just this once, that’s all I wanted, all I needed was one night of being
completely worshiped by Preston Sauvage.
I wanted him to own me in every single way.
We pulled into the underground car park that was in the basement of his
hotel. Once we were out the car, he dragged me towards the private lift that
took us straight to his penthouse. The apprehension and excitement was
coursing through me. As soon as the lift doors shut, he turned, wrapping his
fingers around the base of my neck as he pushed me against the wall.
His lips covered mine, finally. His lips on mine, his tongue pushing
through my cushioned lips as it glided round my mouth, our tongues
dancing together and entwining. I moaned into his open mouth, his spare
hand gripped a handful of my hair and tugged my head back so he had
better access to my mouth. Our kiss quickened, the heat was pulsing
through me, my sex pulsing with the need and want of being touched,
kissed, licked and filled.
His hand fell from my neck, moving down the side of my body as his
fingers trailed over the hem of the trench coat I was wearing. His coarse
fingertips drew soft and gentle circles on the exposed skin of my thigh.
Everything felt more intense, I wanted to burst from just having his fingers
on my burning skin.
The lift doors pinged open, a pang of disappointment coursing through
me. I don’t know why but I wanted to stay in there, I wanted him to take
me.
I couldn’t even believe I was having these thoughts. I couldn’t
remember the last time I thought dirty thoughts like this.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had sex for lust and not for work.
With work there is no emotion, there is no chemistry. It is just sex. It’s just
money. It’s just work. I hated it. I would much rather spend my evenings
talking to Preston then sleeping with my clients whom I have no connection
with.
I was ripped from my thoughts when Preston wrapped his hands around
my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed a girly squeal as he
walked me through the penthouse and straight into the lounge, dropping me
on the sofa. I panted, his eyes dark and hooded as he stared down at me.
“Don’t fucking move,” he growled as he turned and walked into the
kitchen area. I sat up slowly, waiting for him to return. I wasn’t alone long
when he came back with an ice bucket, champagne and strawberries.
He placed the bucket on the side and popped the cork before pouring
out two glasses.
“I don’t want fizz,” I frowned, scowling at him.
“Don’t sulk Sunshine, we’ve got all night…” He winked bringing the
glass to his lips and taking a mouthful. I mirrored him and took my own
mouthful. The bubbles slipped down my throat like silk. It was delicious.
I sunk the whole glass before putting it on the table next to me. Preston
smirked down at me.
“Stand up and take that pretty fucking coat off.” He ordered.
My legs were trembling as I stood, unwrapping my coat and throwing it
on the sofa behind me.
“That skirt is very short,” his eyes trailed up and down my body.
“Do you like it?”
“I do, very much but it will look so much better on my bedroom floor.”
I blushed. He placed his own glass down before he put his hand in the
ice bucket and grabbed a cube of ice. Popping it in his mouth he smirked at
me as he stepped towards me, pushing me gently so I fell back onto the
sofa. His hands gripped onto my thighs, his fingers digging into my skin
and marking me. He bent down, spreading my legs as his mouth lowered
over my hot skin. Popping the ice out between his lips he slowly trailed it
up my leg, starting at my ankle, moving up my calf and knee before he
glided it expertly across my thigh and towards my pussy. Just before he got
to where I wanted him, he popped the ice cube back into his mouth before
moving it over to the other thigh, this time starting at the top and moving it
down to my ankle.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I watched him as he grabbed another
bit of ice and popped it on his tongue. I quivered when I watched his tongue
wrap around the cube before it was resting back between his plump lips. He
trailed it over my thighs, the water dripping and running down the centre of
my legs. He edged closer, spreading my legs further apart as he pressed the
ice against my clit, the coldness making me gasp. If it was that cold through
material, it was going to be freezing against my skin.
“Keep still,” he muttered through the ice. His fingers hooked under my
thong as he slowly pulled it down my legs and off of my feet. He inhaled
them before dropping them to the floor next to him.
His hands gripped the top of my thighs, spreading them further apart so
he could dip his head between my legs. He held the ice against my clit as
one of his fingers pushed into me. My back arched as the pleasure ripped
through me. He glided the ice between my folds before popping it into my
opening as his tongue flicked over my clit. The coldness there felt strange
but the pleasure that took over any sensation I was feeling was too much.
“Oh fuck,” I panted as I watched him. His brown eyes found mine, as
his tongue slowly rubbed and circled over my swollen clit. I felt the melted
ice run out of me, his fingers pushing it back into me swirling my arousal
and the melted ice back inside.
“I am going to make you so sore, your tight little pussy isn’t ready for
me,” he moaned against my sensitive skin.
I let my head fall back, my legs began to tremble as his fingers slipped
in and out of me faster now, but his tongue kept its slow assault on my clit.
“I’m going to come,” I cried out, my head snapping forward as I
watched him make me come undone. My orgasm splintered through me,
sending me spiralling into oblivion. My whole body trembled as I rode out
the wave.
Slipping his finger out of me he sucked it clean. “I will never get
enough of your taste, so fucking sweet.”
I was spent. My skin glistened in sweat, my chest was rising and
dipping fast as I tried to catch my breath.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he smirked down at me.
His hands were on my hips, pulling me down the sofa so I was closer to
him.
“I’m going to fuck you, then I want you riding my cock.” His voice was
barely audible. He pulled his tee over his head then slipped his trousers
down and kicked them off.
Kneeling back down, he pulled me to the edge of the sofa so my bum
was resting on the edge. Grabbing his thick, hard cock, he lines it up at my
opening and teases me with the tip. Slowly edging himself into me.
“It’s too big,” I gasp, “it wont fit.” I feel myself tense.
“Open up baby, your sweet little cunt was made for me.” He purred.
My eyes fell to between our bodies, watching as he pushed a little more
inside of me.
He feels so good.
Little by little he edges in further until I feel him deep.
“You feel amazing, so fucking tight. The way your pussy is clenching
around my cock, fuck… I could come just like this.”
He pulled back, the tip of him sitting at my opening before he slammed
back into me hard and fast. His large hand wrapped round my throat as he
done it again, I smirked up at him ignoring the subtle burn from where he
had stretched me.
“Oh, my baby likes being fucked hard, does she?” he growled, repeating
what he done.
I smiled as he picked up the pace, his cock slipping in and out of me
with ease now. Propping myself up on my elbows, both of his hands were
gripping my thighs as he held them spread, his cock spearing in and out of
me. I could see him fucking me and I don’t think I have ever been so turned
on in all my life. My fingers glided down my body as I began rubbing and
circling over my clit. I couldn’t hold off anymore, the pressure was
building, my orgasm was teetering and watching how his thick cock filled
me to the hilt sent me over the edge.
“Shit,” I cried out, my whole body trembling as I felt the sweat cover
me. “Preston, please, don’t stop,” I begged as my fingers moved faster now,
my legs trembling as his grip tightened on my thighs.
I lifted my eyes from where our bodies were connected and met with
his.
He growled, his body shaking as he came, filling me. My orgasm
crashed through me, crying out as he collapsed on top of me.
We both lay, trying to catch our breath. I was still dressed; he was
completely naked.
“You’re phenomenal.” He whispered as his hands cradled my face, his
lips pressing against mine softly.
“You done all the work,” I smirked as I leant up to kiss him once more.
Our conversation fell silent for a moment.
“Preston,” I whispered.
“Yes Sunshine?”
“I’ll do it…”
Chapter Eight
PRESTON
O ne M onth L ater
I t had been two weeks since I had seen P reston . T wo weeks since my
scan.
He hadn’t been near me. No messages, no calls.
But then why would he? He had everything he needed. He knew my
appointments, but yet for some reason, silly old me thought he would still
be here.
He isn’t interested in me, I knew that. The hot as fuck sex was pure lust.
Months of just talking and nothing more grew into tension. We made sure
we fucked the tension out of our friendship and now here we were.
I was pregnant and alone.
He was no doubt out dating or fucking another whore.
I felt my stomach roll with nausea.
My phone vibrates on the coffee table, I sigh reluctantly as I move
forward and check the screen. My brows pull when I see a number I don’t
recognise.
“Hello,” I say quietly.
“Skylar? It’s Dr Spencer, is now a good time to speak?” his voice is
soft.
“Oh, hi. Yes, yes of course. Is everything okay?” my heart thumped in
my chest. The fear that something had come up on my bloodwork spiking
my anxiety.
“Yes, it’s all fine. Your bloods are good, I would recommend to
continue taking your pre-natal vitamins.”
I sighed, relieved and nodded like he was sitting here.
“Okay, that’s fine.” I smiled into the phone.
The line crackled with silence for a moment before he began to speak
again.
“Please pardon my manners here, and I apologise if this comes across
rude in any way…” he trailed off.
“Go on.”
“Well, I was wondering if I could take you for dinner? I know you told
me that the guy at your scan wasn’t your boyfriend, but I needed to ask.”
I blushed, my heart skipping a beat.
“He isn’t my boyfriend, no. There is nothing going on between me and
Preston romantically…” I stopped for a moment, the realisation sinking in,
“there is nothing between me and Preston at all anymore, the only thing we
have between us is this baby.”
The line fell quiet again.
“And yes, I would love to go for dinner,” I beamed.
“Oh, excellent. Tonight okay?”
“Let me just check my diary.” I lied. Of course, it was fine. I had no
plans. The only person I had plans with was Harriet but she was away this
weekend at the venue tasting the wine for her wedding.
“Yup, tonight is perfect.”
“Okay, perfect. I’ll get you at seven, is that okay?”
“Seven is fine,” my tone was curt and clipped. I didn’t mean for it to be,
but it was just another punch in the gut, making me remember what Preston
put me through. Dr Spencer was handsome, sweet and kind and yet I was
pining over someone who saw me as nothing more than a prostitute.
“Okay, I’ll see you at seven. Bye Skylar.”
“Bye…” I trailed off, I didn’t know his first name.
“Aiden.”
“Bye Aiden, see you at seven.”
The phone went dead before the panic set in.
Fuck it.
I text Harriet in a rush.
I rolled my eyes.
Me: No! It’s with the hot doctor from my scan. What do I wear?!
My eyes widened.
I come out the screen of my message to Harriet and message the number
that Aiden called me from.
Me: Hi Aiden, it’s Skylar. Sorry for messaging, but where are we
going tonight? Just so I know what to wear. X
“Okay, I can do that. I have loads of nice clothes and shoes. It’s fine.” I
said out loud to the empty flat. Quickly glancing at the time, I exhaled
slowly. I had two hours. Two hours to not panic, two hours to decide what
to wear, two hours before a proper date. A date where no one was paying
me for my time. A date where they actually wanted to take me out instead
of using me for sex.
I run for the bedroom and take one look at myself in the mirror. Jesus, I
needed a shower.
Once I was washed, shaven and moisturised I stared at my wardrobe. I
had no clue what to wear. Was a dress to eager? Would it show I was easy?
No, no of course not.
Loads of girls wear dresses for dates.
I dropped my towel and looked at my little belly that had begun to pop,
or it could just be bloat. Either way, it was making me conscious. I didn’t
want to wear anything too tight, too restricting because as soon as I eat it’ll
grow.
Ignoring the niggling in my brain that is my subconscious, I grab a thigh
length black tube dress. Sure, it’s tight, but it fits nice. Slipping it on, I turn
to the side, trying to hold my stomach in before letting it out. Pointless. My
little bloat pouch will be seen. It’s not like my pregnancy is a secret to him.
I slipped my feet into chunky heeled boots and brush the ends of my
hair out. I looked so dull and washed out, the sickness was still so fierce in
the morning.
Puffing out my cheeks I sit on my bed and drop the contents of my
make-up bag on the duvet. I layer foundation, highlighter and brush bronzer
on my cheek bones and finish off with a flick of mascara. I didn’t fancy
doing my lipstick, just smudged clear lip balm over them to stop them from
getting dry.
I calmed myself down, I felt like I was sweating. I probably was
sweating.
I swallowed, trying to coat my throat in anything other than dryness. I
looked at the clock, I had five minutes. All I wanted to do right now to calm
my nerves was to down a glass of wine. You know, Dutch courage and all
that.
It’s fine.
It’ll be fine.
I paced up and down the floor of the small flat, my heart racing ten to
the dozen. I honestly felt like it was skipping beats in my chest which was
causing me to feel breathless.
Jumping when the buzzer sounded through the flat, I rushed over,
pushing the intercom and answering.
“Who is it?” I said in my calmest voice. I didn’t need Dr McHottie to
know that I was a nervous ball of energy on the inside.
“Sunshine.” His delicious, deep hum of a voice sent butterflies straight
to my core.
My blood ran cold, no, no no.
“You can’t be here. Go.” I snapped.
“Let me up Skylar.”
“No,” I shook my head.
“Oh, thank you kind sir,” I heard Preston’s voice slip away before the
click of the communal door shutting.
Shit.
I rushed around the flat, but I don’t know why.
Shit, shit, double shit.
Aiden will be here any minute, and fucking Preston is outside my door.
Fuck.
I still when there is a gentle tap on the door, I rush over looking through
the peep hole already knowing who it is.
Slipping the chain across the door, I open it slightly so he can’t force his
way in. Not that I think he would but I would rather him be that side of the
threshold.
“What do you want?” I say through a strained smile, my heart
constricting and thumping hard against my ribcage as if she was trying to
escape to get to the man who had a hold on her.
“I wanted to come and see you, it’s been a while, and well… I miss
you.”
I want to lunge myself at him, smash my lips into his and let him show
me just how much he misses me but I can’t.
“You lost the right to miss me.” I snarl, the bitter side of myself rising,
my walls growing higher by the minute.
“Sky…”
“Shut up.” I snap, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” My
hormones raging, my temper flying. I slam the door shut, spinning and
pressing my back against the door. I needed a minute.
The door buzzed again.
Pressing the button, I stayed quiet for a moment.
“Skylar?” I heard Aiden’s voice come through the speaker.
“Yeah, come up,” I stammer before letting go of the button. I grab my
bag and turn for the door.
It didn’t matter what I done, because either way Preston was going to
see me going out with the doctor whether I liked it or not.
Slipping the chain across and letting it hang down on the back of the
door, I reached for the door handle and inhaled deeply, holding my breath
before swinging the door open.
My eyes locked with a clenched jaw Preston, his head turned and his
eyes narrowed and pinned to—I’m guessing— a just as shocked Aiden.
I step over the threshold, closing the door behind me softly and locking
it.
I turn to see Aiden standing on the second step, his fingers wrapped
around the stair rail.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Preston roared, spinning his head
round to look at me again.
“I’m taking her out,” Aiden piped out.
“Like fuck you are.” Preston growled, reaching for my arm and pulling
me into him.
“Preston, let me go.” I plead.
“No,” he shook his head. His grip tightening on the top of my arm.
This was not happening.
“Preston… please, you’re hurting me.” He instantly let go, looking
down at me so I could see the pain in his eyes.
“I have to go…” I whispered, stepping away from him and towards a
smirking Aiden.
“You look beautiful,” his voice was quiet, but not quiet enough for
Preston not to hear. All I could do was smile.
Once at the bottom of the steps, I looked back to see Preston just
standing there, defeated.
If I didn’t know better I’d think I had broken him.
Folding the note back over, I started going through the drawers to find
the cutlery. Sitting at the breakfast bar, I managed a couple of mouthfuls
before I felt full. I wanted to eat more, but I didn’t want to push it and make
myself sick again.
I cleaned up after myself and suddenly, I felt at a loss. I walked to my
bedroom and found my phone, checking the time, I pressed Harriet’s name
and waited for her to answer.
“Hey beautiful, how was the date?” I could hear the excitement in her
voice.
“Oh you know, it went great. I threw up in the restaurant and then threw
up all over Aiden when we got home so yeah… don’t think I’ll be hearing
from him again.” I sighed.
“Oh no,” she whispered down the phone. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I feel better now that I am clean and have a tummy full of food.”
I run my finger along the edging of the cabinets in my bedroom as I listened
intently. She spent the next ten minutes telling me all about the wedding
and that she thinks they’ve done everything they can until the big day now.
Moving from my room, my feet carried me out to the hallway. I didn’t want
to go anywhere in particular; I was just walking aimlessly around the
penthouse when I came to Preston’s office. I pushed the door gently,
revealing a beautifully decorated office. It was similar to the one in the
basement where we used to have our meetings.
I headed straight to the books, running my fingers along the spines
when I stilled, seeing a baby book.
“Harriet, I’ll call you back,” I mutter, cutting the phone off and putting
it on the desk.
I pulled the book out, opening it on the folded pages. My heart burst.
Preston had tabs, post it notes and little notes scribbled all throughout
the book.
He was excited. He was preparing. He was trying to be perfect.
My eyes scanned the shelves for the next book. This one was all about
mums to be.
My heart swelled in my chest.
I had loved Preston from the early days that he crashed into my world in
the best possible way. I had a crush on him as soon as I met him, but the
love side of our relationship stemmed a few months after. He treated me
with kindness and was attentive to my needs, even though we never done
anything other than talk he always put me first. He still did. Yes, he hurt me.
But we were having a baby together and I didn’t want our child to grow in a
hostile home all because I couldn’t get my feelings in check. I had to
protect my heart, I had to protect myself because walking away from
Preston and the baby would surely kill me.
Yes, this was moving fast, but the love side of it—if I was truly honest
with myself—I had loved him for years.
Chapter Fourteen
PRESTON
T wo M onths L ater
I paced up and down the apartment . P reston had work meetings all
afternoon. I had done my coursework and now I was at a loss. I couldn’t
even clean because the maids do it every morning. All of our meals are
cooked by Preston’s head chef and delivered. There is literally nothing for
me to do. Even Harriet had done everything wedding wise. It wasn’t going
to be long before they said the big ‘I do.’
I decided to lay on the sofa and read one of my spicy romance novels. I
had only been with Preston a couple of times before everything happened
and the horniness I was feeling was on another level. I read a while longer
then looked at the time on my phone, it had just gone six. Closing my book,
I left it on the sofa and headed to my room. Laying on my bed, I hitched the
black silk skirt of my nightie up past my hips.
I felt wrong for doing this, but I needed a release, and I wasn’t going to
get that from Preston anytime soon. He was no doubt dating or fucking one
of Ernie’s girls. He didn’t feel the attraction like I did. I could see it in his
eyes, he doesn’t look at me like that.
I was just a carrier for him. For his child.
Pushing the consuming thoughts from my mind, I reach down and grab
my vibrator, placing it next to me on the bed. I glide my fingers up my
thighs, working myself up. I close my eyes, seeing Preston instantly and
everything I want him to do to me. My finger tips brush over the front of
my thong, teasing myself before slipping them down my legs. Letting my
knees drop, completely exposed. Two of my fingers land on my clit and I
rub in gentle, circular motions. The pleasure that coursed through me felt
incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done this. Grabbing my
vibrator with my spare hand, I turned it on and pressed the head of the shaft
at my soaked opening, teasing myself by slipping the tip in then pulling it
out. My fingers sped up as I imagined it was Preston’s thick cock nudging
at my opening, stretching me.
Suddenly, my eyes flicked open to see Preston standing there all suited
and booted and looking fucking incredible. I should stop, but his presence
only turns me on more and I can’t help myself.
I moan, my orgasm beginning to build. Preston’s eyes are ablaze with
desire and want. His strong, chiselled jaw clenched as he tried to restrain
himself.
Pushing the vibrator into me again, this time a little further, making my
back arch. My fingers were massaging my clit, bringing me closer to my
sweet release.
Preston stalked towards me, dropping his suit jacket to the floor and
crawling up the bed. He snatched the vibrator from my soaked pussy,
causing me to whimper at the loss.
Next he ripped my fingers off my hot, needy clit.
“This is mine,” he growled, his thumb pressing my clit, two of his thick
fingers pushing deep into me. I felt my pussy stretch round his fingers. He
pumped them in and out of me slowly, his lips pressing at my inner thigh as
he nipped my sensitive skin.
“Preston,” I whimper as he continues.
My head falls back, my hips bucking forward as my pussy grinds down
onto his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” I pant as I snap my head forward, watching as he fills my
pussy with his fingers. “I’m so close,” I cry, my legs begin to tremble as I
feel the heat pooling deep in my stomach, my pussy throbbing.
His fingers are ripped from me when the buzzer of the front door
sounds, ringing around the large penthouse. He kneels back, looking at his
watch. I lay there in front of him, exposed and needy for him and he just
stopped.
“I’ve got to go…” he muttered, climbing off the bed. “I’ve got a date.”
He bent down to grab his suit jacket and walked out of the room,
slamming the bedroom door behind him and not once looking back.
PRESTON
I walked out of my penthouse to see Guy standing there, along with Pricilla.
I scowled at both of them. I said nothing. I was raging with myself,
internally battling with my thoughts. I should just fuck this off and go back
to the woman I want. But I don’t.
My feet keep on moving, my brain arguing with my heart. My
subconscious reminding me of what a pretentious prick I am. An absolute
arsehole. I should have just left her alone, but I couldn’t. Her scent is
addictive; she is addictive. She is a craving I just can’t seem to kerb.
She was pissed at me, angry as fuck with me for months. I could do no
right in her eyes. Then suddenly tonight, all is forgotten. There is no way
she would have let me touch her before. In the last few weeks something
has shifted between us. I can feel it, so I am sure as fuck that she can feel it
too. Then we had the gender reveal today, fuck it was perfect. I sigh, patting
the inside of my suit jacket and feeling the small, square box. It would have
been so easy to drop to one knee at that moment and ask her to marry me.
I smirk to myself, my lips pulling at one side. Man, my dad would drop
dead in front of me when he finds out that is my intention.
This wasn’t just a date. It was a business date. With the words that my
father said ringing loud in my ears, I knew my days at Sauvage were
limited. I had my finger in many pies and contacts blowing up my phone
with the new plans I was looking to roll out. I was going to take this
motherfucker down once and for all.
Sitting at the dinner table, Pricilla signed on the dotted line. My lips
twitched, pulling into a smile as my eyes lifted to meet her wide amber
ones.
“Okay, so business is done Preston, how about we take this back to my
room…” she purrs, her foot rubbing up my leg, edging closer to my groin.
I tsk, curling my fingers around the crystal tumbler as I knock the
burning liquid back.
“Not tonight, Pricilla, I already have plans.” I nod, holding my hand up
to beckon the waiter. Throwing my AmEx down on the receipt, I wait for
him to take payment before standing, buttoning up my suit jacket and
striding towards Pricilla. I place a soft, friendly kiss on her cheek.
“I’ve ordered you another bottle, Guy will be back to pick you up in an
hour.” I wink.
“Pleasure doing business with you Preston,” she winks back at me then
takes a mouthful of wine.
“The pleasure is all mine,” I smile, before strolling towards the exit of
the restaurant.
Sitting in the back of the car, I am trying to work out the best course of
action. I shouldn’t have told her it was a date, her mind will be going into
overdrive thinking that something is going on behind her back when in
reality, that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I could just own up and tell her, but I don’t want her to feel guilt and
shame at the words my father exchanged. She would bolt. And I couldn’t
have that. I needed and wanted her in mine, and this baby’s life. Forever.
SKYLAR
I sat on the sofa, legs stretched out in front of me as I snuggled under a
fluffy blanket. It wasn’t particularly cold, but I wanted to be cosy. I had
managed to calm myself down from earlier, and as much as I was fucking
annoyed and frustrated I didn’t get my orgasm, I am even more annoyed
that I gave into Preston and then he just left.
He was a selfish son of a bitch.
I sighed heavily, fisting my hand into my candy bag that I sent Guy to
get me earlier in the day. I hadn’t had much of a craving, but recently I just
wanted to eat fizzy fish sweets.
Shoving two in my mouth, my eyes were pinned to my kindle. Scoffing,
at least the female lead in my book was getting a good dicking, sighing,
“Must be nice,” I muttered.
Baby boy was wriggling in my stomach, reminding me that he was here
and that he would always love me. But that feeling of love was soon
replaced with sickening grief at the reminder that I won’t get to love him,
and he won’t get to love me.
It was in the contract.
Everything was to go to Preston.
After all, he was his baby. He paid me for him.
I tentatively rubbed my bump as I forgot everything for a millisecond. I
heard the familiar beep as the front door of the penthouse was opened then
softly closed.
My heart drummed in my chest, but I didn’t look up. As much as I
wanted to, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of
seeing my red rimmed and swollen eyes. He didn’t deserve to see the tears
that I had cried for him.
“Sky, baby,” he called out.
Don’t baby me. I ignored him.
Flicking the page on my kindle, I fisted my hand back into the sweet
bag and shovelled another two fish into my mouth.
I heard his piss expensive shoes clicking on the high gloss floors. The
sound making my skin prickle and my senses wake.
“There you are,” his voice was soft but hesitant.
Nothing but silence fell around the room.
He stood for a moment, before I heard him mumble something under his
breath.
“Shame your teeny dick didn’t drop off,” I muttered as he walked away,
slamming his bedroom door behind him.
Chapter Sixteen
S itting in the nurse ’ s room , my head was being glued . T he sting was
bearable, but the ache in my gut wasn’t. I hated not knowing. I hated being
pulled away from her. I wanted to go with her, begged in fact to go with her
but I wasn’t allowed.
The nurse was trying to make small talk but I wasn’t listening. I was
zoning out, my eyes constantly searching for the doctor that whisked Skylar
away. My head thumped, my eyes felt heavy but I ignored the feeling,
pushing it further down into my gut.
My mind drifted back to when Skylar was still pissed at me, her little
frown line that creased in her perfect skin forming right between her
eyebrows as the rage of hormones overtook her tiny body.
“W hy are you being so over the top ?” I scoffed , placing her decaf
americano on the side alongside her all butter croissant.
“I am not being over the top,” she scowled at me. “I didn’t want decaf.
I am exhausted, I am nauseous and I am sick of drinking tea!! I just want a
fucking coffee and an almond croissant, but no, you couldn’t even do that
right…” storming over to her cup and the bag with her food in, she grabbed
it and shoved it into my chest.
“Take your shit food with you and don’t forget to close the door on your
way out.”
I sighed loudly at the memory , she was like a ticking time bomb . I
never knew when the detonator would slip and send her into explosive
mode.
Then we had the sad hormones.
“S ky , baby …” I rushed to her side where she was knelt on the floor
with hot tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. “What’s happened? Are
you in pain? Is it the baby?”
She shook her head from side to side, then finally tilted her head back to
look at me.
“Then what?” my brows pinched before I quickly smoothed them out,
not wanting to upset her even more.
“We didn’t have any brown toast, you know, that’s fine… no big deal.
I’ll just have white…” she choked, “but then, I saw this leaf on the floor,”
she stopped, picking up a green plant leaf and holding it up for me to see.”
“Right…” I had no fucking idea where she was going with this but I
wasn’t about to ask and risk pissing her off.
“Well, before I had my toast, I wanted to clean the leaves, give Pam a
little wash,” her glassy eyes locked on my plant in the corner of the room.
Pam!?!?
I nibbled the inside of my lip, laughter wanting to roll out of me but I
contained myself.
“So, I wiped her leaves down, she was a bit dusty. Then I topped her
soil up with water and somehow I must have broken or snapped one of her
leaves… and I feel awful,” she fell into me, my arms wrapping round her as
I let her cry.
It took everything in me not to burst into laughter, but to her, this was a
big deal. It was Pam.
O nce I had been given a drink , I was sitting up in bed while S kylar
sat in the chair next to me. I had been asleep just over a week, the doctor
explained that I took a blow to the head from the collision which caused a
small bleed on the brain, but my adrenaline spiked and kept me going until I
knew Skylar was with the doctors. Once my subconscious knew she was
safe, my body gave in.
Her small hand was tucked inside mine and that’s where she stayed. She
was doing well, her wounds were healing, the bruising would eventually
fade. All being well, we could be discharged together in a few days. Skylar
would leave in a wheelchair and in six to eight weeks she should be out of
her cast. It took her a few days to come round to the idea, she was annoyed
that she may be in a wheelchair for Harriet’s wedding, but as me and
Harriet both said, her health is more important than sitting in a wheelchair
for the day.
“Hi Skylar,” a young nurse walked in. “Let’s get you up and to the
shower. See if we can get your hair washed. You’ll feel so much better,” she
smiled at Skylar as she helped her up from the chair and sat her into her
wheelchair.
“Don’t go anywhere,” she whispered as the nurse began to wheel her
towards our bathroom.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” I crooned back at her. My throat was still
sore, my voice a little hoarse from the tube that was put in when I was
intubated.
Once I had spoken to the doctors, I had us moved to the private wing of
the hospital and demanded that Skylar stay with me. I didn’t want her out of
my sight, even her going to the shower with the nurse made me anxious.
Slowly reaching over for my phone from the side table, I glanced at the
screen and saw two missed calls from Tabitha.
I wanted to see her, she was my next of kin. But I couldn’t have her
here, not until I knew what was going on.
Eyeing the bathroom door, I smiled when I heard the shower turn on.
Clicking Tab’s name, it literally rung once before she answered, her own
voice hushed and filled with concern.
“Preston? Are you okay?” she asked.
“I’ve been better,” I smirk as I look at my bitten to shit nails. “This has
got to be quick, Sky is in the shower. I know we haven’t spoken since the
day of the crash, a lot of shit has happened as you probably guessed…” I
trailed off.
“I know, I called the hospital for an update after our call ended and I
wish I could be there for you both. When I heard the nurses rush over to
you through the phone it took everything in me not to come to the hospital,
but I had to respect your wishes. I will stay away. I don’t know who to trust
or if anyone is following me…” I heard a door click, then her footsteps
clicking along the tiled floor.
“I know you do, but you’ve got to keep safe, we all have.” I nibble the
inside of my lip. “Tab, do you know whose car it was?”
The silence was deafening, her heels still clicking along the floor.
Another door clicked closed.
“Tabitha.”
“It’s George.”
The phone slips from my hand and hits the floor yet again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
SKYLAR
W e had been home two weeks . I still had nightmares about the
crash, it was always the same scenario. Unlike in reality, in my nightmare I
wasn’t being shitty with Preston. We were laughing and joking, his hand
was resting between my thighs, our son was sitting in his car seat in the
back of the car. It was the perfect day.
Until.
As soon as the car hits, I wake up screaming and sweating.
Preston hired a nurse to look after me when he couldn’t, then once my
cast was off they could go. I hated having to depend on people, I have
always been so independent and now I feel useless.
Preston had been so busy with work lately; I hardly saw him. A quick
peck on the head when he rolled out of bed and a gentle kiss goodnight if he
didn’t make it to dinner.
I couldn’t moan, he had an empire to grow and I didn’t want to be the
one to stop that. Sure, I was lonely, but I was trying to keep myself busy by
getting prepared for little man’s arrival.
My gut twisted as a pang of anxiety shot through me.
I needed to talk to Preston regarding the contract and the money.
We were together now, I wasn’t going to walk away. I couldn’t.
I didn’t expect Preston to kick me out, but I never knew what was round
the corner. He could turn and take it all away from me. I didn’t know if he
had an ulterior motive.
Of course, a few months back I didn’t particularly like him, and I didn’t
want to have a child but now, after nearly losing him, it’s made me realise
how pathetic I was being. I have loved Preston Sauvage since the first time
I saw him. I believe in love at first sight, and that’s what I had with Preston.
I was just too shy and stubborn to tell him how I felt, because to me, when
he used to hire me to talk I would have rather have had him as a client than
nothing at all.
But he was so much more than that.
He is all I have ever dreamt about.
And now, here we are. Even though we’ve only been on this journey for
a short time together, I don’t ever want to leave his side again.
By the time the nurse had left for the evening, I was sat at the table in a
grey, satin dress that sat at my ankles. A huge split ran up the side of my
leg, exposing the skin on my thigh. I was grateful that the split was on the
leg that wasn’t casted. The centre of the dress plunged down to my sternum,
exposing my bare chest and giving Preston a little tease of what was his.
I was horny, all the god damn time and he wouldn’t touch me because
now, suddenly, I was made of china.
Sighing, I puffed my cheeks out and reached for my phone.
I tapped a quick message to let Preston know that dinner was here; I
hadn’t seen him at all today and I missed him. The food was covered over
with silver dishes, keeping it warm. I had ordered Preston’s favourite,
chicken coq au vin. I had never tasted it, but it smelt delicious.
I felt restless, crossing my leg over my casted leg then getting frustrated
that I didn’t look how I wanted for him.
For him.
Glancing at my watch, it had just gone eight. My head snapped up when
I heard his office door shut, his eyes finding mine as soon as he walked
round the corner and into the open planned penthouse. They were alight, his
lips curling into the most beautiful smile. His fingers fiddled with the collar
of his shirt, pulling at the button and releasing it. His eyes raked down the
upper half of my body, a small pinch at the side of his mouth had him
smirking in seconds.
“Hello, you,” he crooned, leaning down and burying his face into the
crook of my neck. I felt him inhale deeply before his lips pressed onto my
tingling skin. “You look breath-taking.”
“Hey, you.” I blush as he steps back and pulls the seat out next to me. I
reach over and grab the red bottle of wine and pour him a small glass.
His mood seems a lot better than it has been over the last few days.
Lighter somehow?
“Thank you, Sunshine but I am more than capable of doing it myself,
plus… it should be me looking after you.” He pouted.
“I have had someone look after me all day, now it’s my time to look
after you,” I smile softly at him, his eyes meeting mine as we enjoy this
moment of just us.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, breaking the hypnotizing hold he had
over me to lift his silver dish, he groaned in appreciation. “My favourite.”
“I’m okay, leg is aching a little today and it doesn’t help that I am
carrying a boulder around in my stomach and that I need to pee every five
minutes,” I huff, lifting my own dish and letting the herby aroma fill my
nose.
“It smells delicious,” I moan as I pick up my fork.
“You’ve never had it before?” he asked, pricking an eyebrow up as he
took a mouthful then bringing his thumb and index finger to his lips as he
chef kissed.
I shook my head. “No, unfortunately not,” I mumbled as I took my own
mouthful. My taste buds exploding with flavours.
“I know it’s not the most extravagant dinner out there, but it reminds me
of when I was younger, and my mum was busy working and running a
home. Coq au vin was a hearty dinner yet had minimal preparation. It
basically cooked itself once all the ingredients were together.” He smiled
fondly as if for a moment he was reminiscing about his childhood.
I kept quiet, just slowly placing food into my mouth and savouring the
taste.
“What about you? Any meals that remind you of your childhood…?” he
trailed off, his brows pinching and furrowing for a moment. “I have just
realised I know nothing about you,” he reached for the stem of his wine
glass and took a mouthful of wine.
“Well, that’s not completely true…” a small laugh bubbled out of me,
“you know my parents died…”
“I know that, but that’s all I do know.”
“I don’t remember much,” I whisper, my eyes fixed on my plate of food
in front of me.
“Shit,” he whispers himself, “I am sorry, I shouldn’t have bought it up.”
I wanted to look at him, but I physically cannot bring myself to lift my eyes
from the table.
“I moved in with my grandma, and as I have explained before she
passed when I was seventeen, I moved in with Harriet, went to college and
tried to become an interior designer…” my eyes automatically found his.
“Hence my interest in the field and the course I am working on. But when
she died, I had to drop out. I couldn’t afford to continue. So, I left with my
head hung and walked away with thousands of pounds of debt following
me.”
He said nothing. I wet the dryness in my throat by taking a mouthful of
my water. “I had moved out of Harriet’s house, not that they forced me but I
felt like a burden. I brought nothing to their table, I couldn’t hold down a
job. I had a small bit of inheritance that I received from my grandma, so
that went down on a deposit when it was affordable to do so…” my eyes
fell back to my lap, my heart beating ten to the dozen. “Then one night, I
was at an all-time low. I went out into this sleazy bar, looking for anything,
anyone… just to make me forget the hell I was living in… and that’s when I
met Ernie.” I sniffed, I hadn’t even realised that I had a tear rolling down
my cheek. “I thought he was my knight in shining armour, the one on the
white horse to ride me into the sunset. Don’t get me wrong, he helped me,
so much. But doing what I done…” I swallow the bile back down, “I felt
disgusted with myself.” Shaking my head from side to side, “I have no idea
why Ernie kept me on, I was the worst…” I looked up at him, his eyes
pinned to mine, his fists clenched. “I cry…”
I still for a moment, giving him a chance to say something but he
doesn’t. His lips are pressed into a thin line. I can see the thoughts ticking
over in his head but he keeps them to himself, and I don’t know if I am
grateful or mad.
“When I had to sleep with clients, I used to cry. The whole time. Don’t
get me wrong… they were really kind and sweet and never made me do
anything I didn’t want to do as such… I just couldn’t believe that I had got
myself into a situation like that. And then there was you, my favourite part
of my job. Because you actually took the time out to just talk to me, to ask
me how I was, to ask me how my day was. Not once did you lay a finger on
me or make me feel uncomfortable like some of the old sleazeballs did. You
were all I thought about, all I thought about when the tears were rolling out
of my eyes. It was always you Preston. You were and still are the reason
that I am here, the reason that I didn’t just give everything up. It’s you, you
saved me.”
He stood from the table, dropping his napkin over his dinner. His eyes
didn’t leave mine as he closed the space between us, lowering down
brushing his thumb over my cheek to wipe my tears away. “And you saved
me right back,” he whispered before his lips pressed into mine, kissing the
pain away.
Hooking his arms under my arms, then under my bum he lifted me from
the dining chair and carried me to the bedroom. The nerves were ripping
through me, we hadn’t done anything sexual since the time he walked out to
go on his date.
I swallowed the bile back down, I didn’t want to think of that now. We
had come so far.
I loved him.
He loved me.
Don’t get me wrong… there could have been times where things could
have happened, but we were both cautious. Mixed feelings, crossing
another line, being pregnant, our accident… so much had happened in such
a small space of time. But now, the time felt right. I needed him. I had just
laid myself bare to him, bringing down my walls slowly so he could see just
how vulnerable I was and how much I needed him to heal me.
I clung onto him, inhaling his musky scent that had a hint of vanilla
lacing it.
We walked into the bedroom, the floor to ceiling panelling was painted
a light grey before the white coving wrapped around the room. The hotel
was modern, but Tabitha liked to keep a little of the original décor from her
grandfather’s design for when he first built the hotel which I loved. Placing
me down gently, I gripped onto his broad shoulders.
“Hold on to the headboard baby,” his command was gentle and slow.
I did as he asked, wrapping my fingers round the black, metal frame that
was his headboard.
My breathing slowed as I watched Preston step away, unbuttoning the
rest of his crisp white shirt revealing his toned torso. My eyes fell to the
light dusting of dark hair that was over his chest.
Shrugging it off his shoulders, I pouted. I wanted to push it away from
his strong shoulders, I wanted to run my fingers and hands all over his torso
so I could trace his skin like a treasure map, making sure I savoured every
moment, making sure my fingertips remembered every little detail of his
skin. Every goosebump, every mole, every mark and every scar. I wanted to
feel and see it all.
“Tonight, is all about you, baby.” The breath from his voice on my skin,
making it erupt into goosebumps.
I felt my breath catch in the back of my throat, but I didn’t take my eyes
from him. My lungs expanding, gasping for more of his breath to intoxicate
me.
He closed the gap between us, his arms snaking around my waist, his
eyes dropping to my bump before his gaze penetrated mine. “Are you okay
standing for a while?”
I nodded. He snatched the air from my lungs rendering me speechless.
Everything about him was like a drug. He had a chokehold over me, and I
never wanted him to let go.
Edging his lips closer to mine, he covered them. His kiss was gentle,
slow to start with before his tongue swept in and took over. He groaned
from deep in his throat, one of his hands skimming up the side of the silk
dress, his fingers dragging across my exposed skin on my chest before
wrapping his fingers around the base of my throat.
A whimper escaped me as my fingers ran from his waistband, slowly to
his shoulders feeling his skin pebble under my touch. My painted black
nails digging into his skin. Our teeth clashed, our tongues wrapping around
each other’s as we devoured each other in this one kiss.
Pulling back, he scoffed, a devious smirk pinching at the corner of his
lip as he fell to his knees. I heard him suck in a breath as his greedy hands
skimmed and rubbed over my thighs, pressing his fingers into my hot skin,
leaving marks before his lips trailed behind his fingertips, marking me in
the best possible way.
Bunching the skirt of my dress up at my waist, he growled when he saw
I was bare underneath.
“Fuck,” he growled, “your pretty little cunt is glistening already, and I
haven’t even touched you there yet.”
A whine left me, running my fingers through his thick, tufted hair. I
fought the urge to grab it, knotting it through my fingers. I was hot and
bothered, the ache presenting itself. Pressing my thighs together, I had to try
something to the dull the pressure that was building.
“Oh, Sunshine, no need to clench… I’m going to take care of you,” he
looked up at me through his long, black lashes. I sunk my teeth into my
bottom lip, our eyes pinned to each other for just a moment before his
finger swiped through my wet folds.
A moan slipped out as he done it again. Spreading my pussy with his
two fingers, he bit and nipped on each thigh before his tongue lashed out
and licked my throbbing clit. Tightening my fingers in his hair, I tugged
hard.
“Fuck you taste so good,” he groaned, using his free hand to coat me in
my arousal before rubbing my clit softly.
“Preston,” my breath heavy, my head falling forward as I gave in to the
overwhelming urge to close my eyes.
“Eyes on me, princess.” He orders and I do as he says.
His fingers lazily slip through my folds before teasing two of them at
my entrance.
“I want your greedy little pussy to ride my fingers while I eat your
cunt.”
A sob of a moan leaves me as he pushes two thick fingers inside of me,
his dirty words pushing me to my impending climax.
His mouth is back on me, doing just what he said he would. And ladies,
let me tell you, Preston Sauvage knows how to eat pussy.
Letting my head fall back, I press his face deeper into me not wanting
this pure ecstasy to be over. This is what it must feel like to be high,
constantly chasing the buzz, doing whatever is needed to get to the ultimate
high.
He groans as my walls clamp tighter around him. My hips rock over his
fingers, letting him fuck me deep as he rubs my g-spot. His expert tongue
doesn’t stop. Licking, sucking, flicking and swirling. He stills inside of me,
pulling his fingers to the tip before pressing a third and plunging them deep
inside of me.
A cold shiver smothers me like an ice blanket as I feel my stomach knot
before burning. My fingers wrap in his hair as I hold him just where I need
him. Where I so desperately need him.
“Keep doing that… fuck,” I whisper, and I swear I feel his smile on my
pussy.
Lifting his mouth from me, our eyes connect. His grin still there, his lips
coated in my arousal.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to Sunshine, I want you to cum all over
my fingers. I am going to lick you clean, then suck myself clean. Then
while your raspy and breathless, I am going to shred that pretty little dress
off you and fuck you senseless.” He promises and my insides burn with
delight.
Pulling his fingers back to the tip he thrusts them inside of me,
stretching me in the best possible way before his mouth is back on me,
sucking my clit. His pulses are slow and deep, my insides clenching as I let
my orgasm explode inside of me.
“Preston, fuck,” I cry out as my whole body trembles, my skin
smothered in a sheen of cold sweat. “Oh Preston, my God, shit.”
“That’s it Sunshine, I am your fucking God.”
Covering me with his mouth once more, he makes sure not to waste a
single fucking drop of me. Lifting his head, he smirks as his eyes stay on
my pussy, rubbing my clit lazily as his fingers are still pushed deep.
Once I have ridden my orgasm out, he leans in and kisses each of my
thighs and slips his fingers out before pressing them into his mouth and
sucking them clean. Standing, he runs his fingers over his bottom lip as he
watches me. My chest heaving, rising fast as I come down from the
almighty high he has just put me on.
Wrapping his arm around my back, he tugs on the zip that runs from the
base of my back to my bum.
“I like this dress, so I’m not going to shred it.” He winks, his voice
hoarse and raspy. “You are so fucking sexy, I want you pregnant all the god
damn time.” His whispers send shivers up my spine as he pulls the thin, silk
material from my sensitive body.
His hands rub over my large bump tentatively, his eyes glassy and wide
with excitement. Before I have a minute to let this beautiful moment soak
in, he is scooping me up and placing me on the bed. Grabbing two duck
feathered pillows from his side, he places them under my cast so my leg is
elevated and rested. His other hand moves to my large breasts, rubbing and
kneading them. I moan in appreciation. Spreading my other leg wide, his
hand skims down my sternum, my belly, my pelvis before he slips his hand
between my leg, swirling his fingers in my arousal.
“This is going to be hard and fast Sunshine,” he groans as he pulls back
onto his knees, his fingers still teasing and dipping into my soaked pussy.
“This is my pussy, it’ll always be my pussy…” His eyes flick up to look at
me, his eyes burning with want and need.
“Say it,” he orders, his voice silky and sultry. “Tell me whose pussy this
is.”
I pant as his fingers slip out to the tip then plunge deeply into me.
“Pres…” I moan as he does it again.
“Say it otherwise I’ll stop and walk away.” He pulls his bottom lip
between his teeth, his fingers teetering at my opening, his threat becoming
more real now.
“Yours Preston, it’s always going to be yours,” I cry, his teasing assault
has me frustrated, hot tears roll down my cheeks.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, my cheeks flush as he whips his fingers
out of me. Kneeling back, he unbuttons his suit trousers and discards of
them quickly.
Leaning back over me, he spreads my folds and slaps my clit.
I gasp.
He does it again.
“Your cunt is glistening, you like this don’t you?” he purrs as he rubs
his fingers over my clit fast, working me back up again then slapping my
clit once more.
“Please,” I beg, I need him. My trembling hand moves down my sweat
covered body as I rub my clit, trying to find my own release.
I hear a primal growl leave him as he moves my hand away, slipping his
thick fingers through my folds and pushes them into me with force.
“Your pussy is so greedy; you want it all don’t you Sunshine.” He hums
as he fucks me hard with his fingers, my pussy stretching as he slips a third
finger in.
“Look at it, stretching to take three of my fingers, I bet we can get
another one inside you,” he licks his lips, rubbing my clit with his spare
hand, making the climb to my orgasm faster.
Pulling his three fingers out, he coats my pussy in my arousal before
edging his four finger tips at my opening.
“No, Preston, I can’t.” I beg, shaking my head as I lay watching him.
“Oh, Sunshine, you can,” he winks, slowly pushing them into me.
“There’s a good girl,” he praises as he fills me. “Your cunt looks so pretty
and full, it was made for me,” he sucks in a breath as he begins fisting
himself slowly, a bead of cum sitting on the head of his cock.
My moans fill the room, placing my hand back over my clit I begin to
rub in fast circular movements.
“Come all over my fingers, and once you’re finished you can come all
over my cock.” He pants as he continues to stroke himself.
“Keep going,” I cry out as my stomach tightens, my walls clamping
around his fingers.
“There’s my good girl, come,” his voice is low as he speaks his
command. And I do.
I fucking come hard, my orgasm splitting through me, my toes curling,
my back arching my pregnant belly tightening as I ride it out.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out of me.
Leaning over me, he runs his thumb over my cheeks, spreading my arousal
on my skin before he pushes his fingers past my lips.
“Suck them, see why I am so addicted to your taste,” he groans and I do
as he says, I lick and suck them as if I am starving and desperate.
“Fuck,” he moans, pulling his fingers from my lips he kneels, fisting
himself before rubbing the tip of his swollen and hot cock up and down my
soaked pussy. Before I have a moment to let myself come down from my
explosive orgasm, his cock is thrusting inside of me, filling me to the hilt as
he delivers on his promise of fucking me fast and hard. One of his hands
grips my thigh, pinching and marking my skin and the other is pressed at
the base of my neck as he rides me, his thick, long cock stretching me in the
best way as he pushes me to hit another high.
“You feel so good baby, touch yourself,” he begs, his voice shaky as he
pants.
Reaching between my legs, my fingers land on my soaked pussy. Fuck.
Lifting my fingers for a moment, I watch as he fucks me. I watch as his
own pleasure rips through him, his eyes on me the whole time as he
watches me.
Rubbing my clit like he asks, I feel the familiar burn, my pussy
tightening around him.
“Fuck baby, clench that tight little pussy round my dick again, I want
you choking me.” He groans, his head tipping back for a moment, his
fingers digging further into my skin.
I do as he says, clenching myself.
“Yes, Sunshine, come for me if you can, come all over my cock.” He
roars as his hips thrust back and forth, his cock slipping in and out of me
fast.
I feel his cock swell as he pumps inside of me, he rips my hand away
from my pussy as he slaps my clit hard, then rubs and slaps again which
sends me free falling through seventh heaven.
Chapter Twenty-Four
PRESTON
S lipping out of the bed quietly , I covered S kylar over with the
thin, silk bedsheet. I was obsessed with her, no, besotted… infatuated with
her even. I stood at the edge of the bed, watching as she lay asleep. Her
cherry red lips parted slightly as her slow and soft breaths left them. One
arm was tucked under the pillow, the other cradling her bump. I smirked;
her leg wrapped over the plump duvet. She looked so peaceful and calm. I
could watch her forever.
Finally pulling myself away, I pull a tee over my head and slip some
jogging bottoms on. I was exhausted, but I needed to work while she was
asleep. I didn’t want her knowing what was happening now, I needed to get
the last few things sorted before I can rip the rug from under my father’s
feet and watch him fall.
The rage I was keeping a lid on was constantly bubbling like a boiling
pot of water, ready to bubble over at any moment. I knew he was behind the
crash, Tabitha confirmed it once we were home from hospital but I was
biding my time.
It’s not even about the hotel anymore.
It’s about me, Skylar and our son.
Sitting in my office, the door was closed. I felt bad for leaving Sky
alone, but I needed to get this done. Opening my laptop, I began scanning
through the documents I needed to get printed and signed, once I had signed
them, I needed Skylar’s signature. Going forward with my new adventure,
Skylar was going to be part of it too. She was my life now, and I never
wanted her to feel unwanted or pushed out. A warmth of pride swarmed
through me, she was doing so well with her course, and I had already told
Tab that I wanted Skylar to decorate the new hotel once it was up and
running. I wanted her mark and touch on everything.
I watched as the printer kicked in, pumping the paper out quickly. I had
no clue how I would get Skylar to sign these, but I had to. Pushing the
thoughts aside, I pushed off my desk and shuffled the papers into a neat
pile. Clipping them together, I slipped them into my top drawer.
My parents were hosting a big party in the next few weeks, I didn’t
want to go, but I needed too. I knew Skylar would be uncomfortable, but I
needed her to be strong for me. My father was a coward, a calculated
coward at that, but still a coward. He knew what he was doing when he was
winding me up, he knew he could push me into a corner, and I would bite.
He wanted a rise from me and that’s exactly what he got. He knew what
buttons to push.
Slamming my laptop lid down, I rushed out of the room and headed
back to bed. I wanted to climb back into my bed and wrap my arms around
my soon to be wife. The engagement ring had been burning a hole in my
pocket, there have been so many times that I have wanted to do it but none
of them seemed like the right time.
Sighing, I pushed the bedroom door closed, pulled my clothes off and
slipped back into bed where I belonged.
Everything was going to be fine.
Chapter Twenty-Five
SKYLAR
T he last few weeks had flown by , I felt like I had blinked , and we
were here. Harriet’s wedding. I stood without my cast which was taken off
the week before, smiling as I watched her veil be tucked into her chignon
bun. She looked simply breath-taking. She wore a figure hugging dress that
clung to the curves of her hips. The neckline swooped across her collar
bone and finished off in small, lace cuffed arms.
“Harriet,” I choked as she spun round to face me and her other
bridesmaids. “You look so beautiful, Mark is going to be blown away,” I
sniffed, patting the under of my eyes with the tip of my finger, mindful not
to ruin my make-up.
“Yeah?” she asked a little cautious as she looked down at her dress.
“Yes!” we all said in unison.
Her eyes welled up, nodding towards me. Stepping towards her, I
wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Come, let’s
go get you married,” I whispered.
“Let’s go,” she smiled, wrapping her fingers through mine as we made
our way towards the barn entrance.
We stood waiting for the cue for her to walk down the aisle, she
squeezed my hand tightly as she looked at me.
“You ready?” I asked.
“Ready.” She nodded.
I stepped back behind her, pulling the train of her dress out as her dad
took my place.
How Long Will I Love You – Ellie Goulding began playing. I felt my
skin erupt in goosebumps, tears pricking at the back of my eyes.
The barn doors clunked as they opened, the guests all stood as their
gazes were pinned to Harriet.
I inhaled deeply, counting to ten in my head before I began to follow.
My eyes up and searching for Preston. It wasn’t long before they seeked
him out, his eyes warm and glistening.
My heart drummed against my rib cage, butterflies swarming my
stomach as each step brought me closer to him.
Stepping into the aisle where he was, he wrapped his arm around my
waist and pulled me in for a kiss. The tingles spread across my body from
his lips on mine.
“You look stunning, Sunshine.”
“Thank you,” I smiled, “you’re too sweet… just be honest, I look like a
beached whale, I am swollen and fat.” I huffed, flicking my blonde curls off
my shoulder and fanning myself with the paper fans that were handed out
by the flower girls.
“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant and glowing and so fucking beautiful,”
he whispered into my ears as we watched Harriet’s dad give her over to
Mark.
“And once you have had this baby and you have had the all clear from
the doctor I am going to fuck you until you’re pregnant again. I want you
pregnant all the time.”
I scoffed, not peeling my eyes from the ceremony in front, but leaning
into Preston so he could hear me. “You need to slow down there, buddy,” I
winked, “one baby is enough thank you,” I nudged into him.
“Aha, don’t think so princess, you’re going to be filled with so much
cum that one of them will stick.”
I gasped, choking on my own breath, my eyes widening as I gained
some questionable looks from guests. Preston laughed quietly beside me.
What a twat.
I tsked, rolling my eyes. I felt the crimson blush pinch at my cheeks at
my embarrassment. He knew what he was doing.
I sat silently, feeling little man kick away in my belly as we watched
Harriet and Mark say their vows.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife; you may kiss the bride.” The
registrar called, everyone stood and cheered as Mark cupped Harriet’s
cheek, pulling her into him and sealing their marriage with a passionate
kiss.
Pulling away, they both smiled at each other before turning to face us
all. Hand in hand they walked down the candle lit aisle to I’m Yours – Jason
Mraz.
I felt my heart swell at seeing my best friend marry the love of her life
and I couldn’t help but wonder if me and Preston would ever get married.
Leaving the aisle of seats, I stepped out behind Harriet, Preston hot on my
tail as he linked his fingers through mine and walked by my side.
“I love you,” he said breathlessly.
“Not as much I love you.”
W e lay on the sofa under one of the thick , fluffy throws that
Preston keeps in a log basket on the floor. We had just finished Age of
Adaline.
“Let me go get fresh drinks, it’s my turn on film choice now,” he leant
over and kissed me on the forehead. “Get ready for Thor baby,” he groaned
as he pushed himself up and grabbed the glasses.
I rolled my eyes, truth was, I loved all the marvel films, so I was just as
happy with his film choice as he was.
He disappeared into the kitchen, I sighed, reaching for my phone and
texting Harriet. They were in the Bahamas on their honeymoon. She made
sure I felt like part of it with the many photos of cocktails, white sandy
beaches and poolside views.
Sitting up, I heard the penthouse door open and close.
“Babe?” I called out, turning to face the hallway. Nothing.
Moaning as I stood, my pelvis and back hurt like a bitch and don’t even
get me started on the pain in my vagina. I felt like I had been kicked in the
fairy by a horse.
I waddled over towards the kitchen, pinching my brows at an empty
room.
Where had he gone?
I padded towards the hallway and looked down it, nothing.
Maybe it was room service? Joys of living in a hotel I thought to myself.
Shrugging my shoulders up and down softly, I headed back towards the
living room.
“Well, well, well,” I heard a voice which caused me to spin round
quickly. There standing in the shadows was Preston’s father.
“If it isn’t the dirty little whore herself,” he snarled as he stepped closer
to me. My eyes widened and I felt the prick of tears threaten at his nasty
words.
“What do you want?” I sniff, but I don’t let him see how his words are
making me feel inside, how the words that just dripped of his tongue like
poison are bricking the wall back up, one by one. The words that bring
everything back that I have tried so desperately hard to move on from, the
life that was once mine. I stood tall, my head held high and my shoulders
back like the queen I was. I would not let my crown slip for anybody.
“I see my simp of a son has even put a ring on your finger,” he growled
as he edged closer. Preston’s father was a tall, skinny man. Not like his son.
His slicked, black hair was styled to perfection. His gaunt face made him
look older as his pronounced cheek bones stuck out ever so slightly. He
looked like a weasel, a sly, old, weasel. His face was close to mine now, I
could see how he looked down his nose at me in disgust. “Did Preston not
tell you?” he smirked, his hand reaching up and grabbing my face as he
squeezed my cheeks. “Seeing as he wants to keep you and that bastard
child, he loses everything. The hotel. The name. The money.” His lips twist
into a sly smirk, “let’s see how long you last when there is no money in the
bank.” He spits at me through gritted teeth, his jaw clenches tight. “I will
not have my name associated with a slut, you will not get to have my name.
You’re a fucking whore, you belong on the streets, not walking around in
designer clothes and a name so prestigious.”
I swallowed the bile that was rising up my throat.
“He will come to his senses once I’ve cut him off, once he realises just
how shit the real world is without my money to get him through. What a
stupid little boy, throwing all of this away for someone like you,” he
growled before dropping his hand from my cheek, but I didn’t get a moment
to think when his hand connected with my face, a hard slap stinging as soon
as the contact was made. “Your pussy must be like fucking crack, maybe
once my son is done with you, I can pay you to show me just how good it
is,” his words made my skin crawl. “For him to be okay with giving up
everything… fuck, it must be good.”
My head slowly turned back round to face him, my eyes looking
through him as I saw a pissed off Preston. His shoulders were slightly
hunched forward, his jaw locked and clenched, his fists balled at his side.
I rubbed my cheek, trying to ease the ache that was growing by the
second when Preston grabbed his father by the shoulders and pulled him
back towards him.
“How fucking dare you?” he bellowed in his father’s face.
“You’re a fucking fool,” his dad spat at him, “do you think she will stay
with you once you’re married? Of course, she fucking won’t, she will move
on to her next victim once she has milked you for everything you have got,
I won’t have it. You’re cut off. From this moment on, you are nothing to
me. I will not have anything to do with you while you’re with her, I am so
disappointed in you.” He growled at Preston, but Preston done nothing. He
just stood there, raging like a bull with hot and heavy breaths coming from
his nose.
My eyes widened, as Preston’s dark, hooded eyes met mine.
“Firstly,” his voice was steady and calm, “you apologise to my fiancé
and the mother of my child.”
His dad scoffs, crossing his skinny little arms across his chest.
“Apologise.” Preston snaps.
Nothing.
Preston steps towards him and grabs him by his shirt, turning his father
to face me.
“I said, apologise.” His voice still eerily calm.
“Sorry,” his dad squeaked out, his poor excuse of an apology didn’t go
unnoticed. He couldn’t even look at me.
“Nah, that’s not good enough. Say sorry father, like you mean it and
fucking look at her.”
This time his father did look at me, but there was no remorse in his
eyes. He was never, ever going to be okay with this, okay with me, okay
with us.
“Sorry,” he said again, as soon as the words were out of his mouth his
eyes fell to the floor again.
Preston spun his father back round to face him.
“Secondly, cut me off father, honestly, you would be doing me a favour.
I am tired of you, I haven’t wanted this for a while and meeting Skylar has
only made me realise that. So do your worst,” Preston lets out a soft
chuckle, his head turning to the side as he looks out over London, his
tongue sweeping across his bottom lip before the smile suddenly fades and
his eyes are glued to his father’s again. “Because, father, I am going to burn
your fucking hotels to the ground, with you in them.”
His father spluttered a few times but couldn’t fathom any words.
“Now get out of my life, get out of my home, I am done with you.”
His dad threw his head back and laughed, the sound of it echoing
around the room.
“Your home?” he sniggered, “this is no longer your home, so pack your
fucking shit up and get out of the penthouse.”
Preston rubbed his chin, the sound of his stubble scratching on his
fingers filled the room.
“Well, you see…” Preston begun, dropping his hand from his face and
fisting them deep into his pockets. “Yes, you’re right, technically this is
your hotel, and technically you have every right to kick me out, but you see,
the thing is father…” Preston smirked, his eyes so dark that I barely
recognised them, “I know about the crash, I know you were behind it…”
Preston stops, holding his hand out for me to take. I rush to his side, his
large hand curling around my hip as he pulls me closer to him now, “you
thought you could take us out and no one would know about it? You
thought you could just quietly get rid of us…” Preston’s grip grew tighter,
and I was grateful, because honestly, I felt like I was going to fall. Hearing
the news that the crash was premeditated, the crash that nearly took
Preston’s life was enough to floor me.
His father’s skin whitened, his eyes widening.
“You think we didn’t know…” Preston laughs, shaking his head from
side to side, “if you want to kill me father, you have to try harder than that.”
“I didn’t want to kill you,” his father seethed, “I wanted to kill her and
that spawn of a slut inside of her,” he spat, pointing and jabbing his finger
towards me.
“Well you failed, miserably.” Preston sighed, “how miserable must you
be as a human being, it’s a shame you can’t knock me around like you used
to when we were kids, aye father. A little slap here, a little punch there… I
am a bigger and better person than you, I will always be a bigger and better
person and this woman, who stands next to me is to thank for that.”
“Get out of my penthouse, now,” his father was shaking with rage, spit
was flying from his lips, foaming at the corners like a rabid dog.
“Actually…” I heard an older voice and the sound of clicking heels.
Preston and I, both turned to see where the voice was coming from.
“It’s Preston’s apartment, it will always be Preston’s apartment,” an old
man came into view, dressed in a three-piece suit and a cane in hand.
Tabitha was next to him, wearing jeans and a shirt as her arm was hooked
through his.
“Dad?” Preston’s father looked like he had seen a ghost.
“What’s the matter son? Forgot who I was?” he laughed as he stopped
in front of his son and slapped his cheek gently three times, but the last one
seemed to hit a little harder.
He turned to face me, smiling and giving me a polite nod. Tabitha
rushed over to me and hugged me tightly before moving to her brother and
giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“What are you doing here?” his father’s tone was quipped.
“Sorting this nonsense out once and for all,” the grandfather answered,
sighing as he rested his weight on his cane. He was built more like Preston.
Tall and broad.
“Tabitha, darling,” he called out.
“Yes pops?”
“Be a doll and pour me a scotch on the rocks,” he winked at her before
turning his attention back to his son.
“Remember them papers I asked you to sign a while back?”
Preston’s father nodded.
“Well, they were your shares. I am sick and tired of the way you treat
your children, sick and tired of the way you treat my hotels like your own
personal bank.” His voice was getting louder with each word that was
spoken. Tabitha rushes back and pushes the glass into her pop’s hand. He
takes a mouthful, then swirls the amber liquid over the ice.
Preston’s father goes to speak but his grandfather holds his hand up.
“I will not throw you out on the street and cut you off like you were
going to do with your own flesh and blood,” his calm voice was back now,
“but you will start at the fucking bottom like the rodent you have become,
and you will work your way back to the top, well, if the new owner is okay
with that?” He turned to face Preston and gave him a wink.
“Oh, I am more than okay with that,” Preston smirked before looking
down at me and kissing me on the lips softly.
“That’s that sorted then, come on Tabby, let’s get going… Tristan, you
too,” he whistled to his son who done has he was told like an obedient dog.
Tabitha walked out with her father storming ahead of him. Preston’s
grandfather walked over to me, taking my hand in his and kissing the back
of it. “It was a pleasure meeting you, young lady. I am just sorry it was
under these circumstances.” He bowed his head before standing and moving
to Preston. Wrapping his hand around the back of his grandson’s head, he
pulled him towards him and kissed him on the cheek. “I am so proud of
you,” he said softly, letting Preston go and patting him on the top of his
arm.
“I’ll see you in the office, bright and early next week. Enjoy your break
kids.” He smiled before turning on his heel and walking out of the
penthouse.
We heard the door shut, the noise echoing down the long and hollow
hallway.
“Baby,” he breathed, cupping my face and covering my lips with his. I
felt a rush of love swarm me, his hands holding me in place as I savoured
his kiss, the way his tongue swept across mine, claiming me filled me with
some sort of calmness. He was reminding me that I was always his, he was
never going to leave me. I knew that. We were made for each other.
Pulling away, he rubbed his thumb across my cheek causing me to
wince.
“Shit, Sunshine,” he sighed, he wrapped his fingers round my wrist and
tugged me towards the kitchen area. Wrapping ice in a tea towel, he holds it
against my face which causes me to pull away as the pain spreads.
“I’m sorry baby,” he whispers, tucking a strand of hair away from my
face and behind my ear.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I smile.
“I know, but still, I am sorry I wasn’t there to stop him.”
“How did you know to call your grandfather?” I asked, trying to change
the subject slightly so I wasn’t reminded of the cruel words that were said.
“Tabitha gave me the heads up, like always,” he sighed, “Look, I am
sorry I didn’t tell you about the accident and what I knew, I was so focused
on you and the baby that I didn’t want to burden you with that as well. My
father is an arsehole, he should have never spoken the way he does about
you, it’s not okay, nor will it ever be okay. I have been secretive because I
didn’t know how this was going to go down, but he played right into our
hands.” His eyes steadied on mine. “I will never keep anything from you
again, baby.” He presses his lips to my forehead and I inhale deeply so I can
fill my lungs with his addictive scent.
“Okay,” I whisper, pulling the ice from my face. “Let’s go tonight to our
weekend away, why are we waiting for tomorrow?” I asked, bringing my
hand to his face as I held him.
“But what about Thor?” he looked wounded as he said the words.
“I’m sure Thor will be okay,” I laughed, shaking my head, “come on,
we’re all packed, let’s go have our trip and plan our wedding,” I beam,
“before you realise that I am only with you for your money.” I put on a deep
voice, mocking his father.
“What’s mine is yours baby.”
“I’ll sign a prenup, you know, just so you’re protected.” I wince at the
words; I don’t ever want him to think it’s for the money.
“I don’t want you to.”
“I know but—”
He cuts me off, pressing his finger to my lips to silence me.
“No prenup,” he whispers softly.
“No prenup,” I nod, lacing my fingers through his and head towards the
bedroom to get our bags. He stops me, shaking his head and leads me to his
office. He lets go of my hand and steps towards his desk and reaches in for
something. My breath catches in the back of my throat when I realise what
it is.
The contract.
“It’s me and you till the end baby. No contract, no deal, no faking it,” he
winks as he pushes the pile of paper into the shredder.
“I love you so much Preston,” I walk over to him and wrap my arms
around his neck.
“I know Sunshine,” he cranes his neck down and hovers over my lips,
“but not as much as I love you,” he smirked.
“I love you more,” I giggle.
“Not possible Sunshine, not possible,” he whispered before covering my
mouth with his.
I loved this man with every fibre of my body, and I couldn’t wait to
spend the rest of my life with him, watching our beautiful son grow and
watching how Preston is going to smash every one of his goals.
And I was going to be right by his side, his biggest cheerleader because
he deserves to finally have someone on his side who loves him the way I
do. I want to watch him succeed in everything he does, because he deserves
the world and more.
He saved me, and now it was my turn to save him back.
Because that’s what you do for the people you love, without even a
thought.
And I loved Preston Sauvage with everything I had.
Now.
Always.
Forever.
I will love him to the stars, the moon and the galaxies.
Epilogue
PRESTON
The End
Acknowledgements
Thanks firstly to Robyn, for keeping me in check and always being there
when I needed you.
My girls, our little group. Thank you for the constant support and love you
give me. I am so grateful to have you in my life and being with me on this
crazy author journey.
My BETA's and friends, Sophie and Harriet. Thank you for being honest
and loving my characters as much as I do.
Leanne, thank you for always being here for me. You're a friend for life.
Lea Joan, thank you once again for squeezing this in last minute. You have
always been by my side in my author journey and I am so grateful that I get
to work with you.
And lastly, my readers... without you, none of this would have been
possible.
My loyal fans, I owe it all to you.