No Choice (13 page)

Time was flying by so fast, I didn’t even realize that I was about to get married in a week, and I’d missed my period for the first time in my life.

“Hey, chickadee, when does your flight land tomorrow?” I asked my best friend. I couldn’t wait to see her. She’d been there when no one else was.

“I should be there about noon. Are you picking me up?”

“I don’t think so. Cam has a morning meeting that he needs me to take notes for.”

“Working before the wedding—seriously? I’ll just catch a cab then?”

“He’s got to catch up on a lot because of his injuries and everything that took him away from the office. You won’t need a cab. Simon, Cam’s older brother, will pick you up. You remember what he looks like?”

“Yes, a lighter version of Cameron.”

“Good. I’ll let him know when your flight lands. I’m so excited you are coming. I can’t wait!” I squealed.

“Me, either. It’s been too long,” she said sadly.

“Yes, we need to see each other more,” I chimed in just as the brothers in question appeared right in front of me, so I had to hang up.

“Emmy, I’ve got to go. I think I’m in trouble with the boss for taking personal calls.”

She laughed at me and said, “I’ll call you if my flight changes. If not, I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See ya,” I said as I hung up with a smile, then looked up at the men.

“Personal calls, Miss Cromwell. What am I going to do with you?” Cameron asked with lust coating his words.

Simon laughed, and I knew he was thinking about the gym. I caught the outline of Cameron’s cock through his trousers, and the gym came to my mind as well.

“Whatever you please, sir,” I purred and licked my lips, earning me a grunt and a scowl.

“So what time am I picking up my future bride?” Simon chimed in, intentionally interrupting us.

“Noon,” I replied without taking my eyes off my man’s pants. 

“Good. You didn’t tell her about all our private conversations, did you?” My head jumped up at his question.

“No, Simon. I promised I wouldn’t,” I said with a tilt of my head. 

“Good, then she doesn’t know she got me hooked.” He sheepishly smiled before he stole a Starburst out of my candy dish and dashed away. He took an orange one too, my favorite—damn asshole.

“So, Mr. James, I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t want to hear it. Please come in my office, Natalie,” he snarled. I got up with my head bowed in shame, but a huge grin on my face. I wondered what he was going to do to me. 

I barely made it into his office before he slammed the door shut and pushed me against it.

“Whatever I please?” he said as he ground his hips against mine and undid his tie. I just nodded as he took the tie off without unknotting it and slid it onto my neck. He pulled on it to tighten it and dragged my face to him.

“I don’t like this outfit you chose to wear today, my dear. Stop licking your lips. You are not getting any of my cock in here,” he said as he rubbed his finger against my lips. “That’s for the outfit. I’ve been hard since you got into the office this morning. Do you know how hard it is to make important decisions when all I can think about is being inside of you?”

“I’m…”

“No, I told you. No, ‘I’m sorry,’” he said with a sadistic grin. He let go of his tie for a brief moment just to undo his pants. I watched as he let his beast out for my eyes. Cam stroked himself and looked up at me with a raised eyebrow.

“The call I could let go since it was important, but you’ve got to make this outfit up to me,” he whispered in my ear before dropping to his knees and lifting up the hem of my short skirt, sliding down my panties. He sniffed my pussy before kissing my mound, then forcefully spreading my thighs. He ate me out until I was about to come, then he teasingly pulled away. He walked me back to his desk, which he cleared with little care as to the papers on his desk. Then he pushed me down onto my back and onto the wood surface.

After unbuttoning my blouse, he opened it harshly to reveal my bra-covered breasts. He looked down at the mess he made of my clothes and smiled. “If only I could make this a picture in my office, but then again I’d never get anything done,” he hissed, then licked his lips.

“You better not,” I said in outrage as I looked at my nearly fully dressed fiancé, disheveled and outrageously aroused.

“I don’t want anyone seeing you unclothed, so you never need to worry about that,” he snarled.

Grabbing hold of the tie in one hand and his cock in the other, he pushed his way into my depths. I cried out, but before a sound could be heard, he used the tie to pull me to him and captured the scream with his mouth. He rode me hard against the desk, our flesh slapping together until we were both coming hard.

That was the best day at the office either of us had.

I was already looking into a male replacement for Natalie as my assistant. I couldn’t have another day like today. I spent the whole morning with her pussy on my mind and the rest of it with it on my tongue, and it still wasn’t enough. I sent her home right after I fucked her roughly because there was a shitload to do before the wedding tomorrow, and I would’ve taken her again.

Everything was ready for tomorrow, and I prayed that my attacker would decide not to make an attempt at me or Natalie tomorrow. Crystal was locked up awaiting trial, and Courtney’s fate was sealed last week. My plan had been in motion since I spoke to Tim the morning after I got my girl out of another man’s clutches.

Every time I thought about the sight of her in his arms, I thought about how Courtney was the reason she left me. Yeah, I’d had a small part in the mess, but she wouldn’t have left me if she didn’t believe I cheated. When I found out she was virgin and that jackass ex almost got what was mine, my mind thought of more evil things to do to Courtney. 

Courtney had been a huge coke sniffer, something I didn’t learn about until I left her, so I knew how to destroy her. My goal had only been to get her blacklisted because to her that was worse than death, but she’d taken her punishment to a whole new level.

There had been a tip put out on her supplier just as she was to get her next batch. She’d been arrested, and her parents bailed her out. It couldn’t be kept quiet because I wouldn’t let it. It was known, and she lost all her circle as well as the people she’d tried to mingle in with mine. I was happy with her social demise, but her dumb ass decided to take it to a new level. She went to a new supplier, and their shit had some potent stuff in it. An hour later, she was in the ER in serious condition after crashing into the concrete barrier on the highway.

Last I heard, she’d need a year or so of therapy to walk again. Karma was a bitch, just like her.

Those were just my own demons, but Natalie had her own. We hadn’t heard anything from her parents since that one call, but the report I got yesterday told me a lot. I wasn’t going to tell her before the wedding because this was supposed to be our happy day.

Hopefully they weren’t aware of the wedding, but I really doubted it since they had her number and knew that she was living with me. That stupid bitch Crystal, after hearing my conversations with Nat, called Nat’s mom and gave her all the details she could. I understood why they didn’t warm up to the idea of anyone else for her to marry besides George Foley.

She told me that she hadn’t spoken to her mother and sure as hell wouldn’t have invited her, so we should be okay, but I was feeling like tomorrow wasn’t going to go as planned. I drove home, anxious as hell.

When I got home from the office, Simon was drinking a beer in the kitchen, something he never did. “Bro, what’s up?”

“Nothing…” he huffed, then took another swig of his beer before looking back up at me. “Fuck. It’s her, man. I got really hung up on her from one encounter, but according to Natalie, she didn’t really remember me or even ask about me.”

“She was busy that day and full of excitement. Just win her over. You’re good looking, smart, and one hell of a guy. She’ll fall for you.”

“Do you know if she’s bringing a date?”

“No, she’s coming alone. Nat did tell me that Emmy isn’t dating anyone one.”

I understood his feelings. I’d been there before, twice. The first time was when I saw her, then the next was when she left me.

“Bro, just get some sleep. You need to be at your best.” He nodded his head and dumped the beer down the drain.

“How did you handle it?”

“The first time was easy, though at the time I didn’t think so. I learned everything I could and didn’t give her a choice about us. We were together, and that was it.”

“That’s a good plan, and I hope to hell that she doesn’t ever put me through the second one.”

“Me, too. It isn’t nice at all.”

I went to bed knowing that tomorrow night, Natalie would be my wife. We didn’t sleep in separate beds, but we didn’t make love or even fuck. I just wanted to hold her.

Last night was perfect. Cameron didn’t want to make love but just wanted to hold me. It was so sweet and romantic. After the conference call, I didn’t see Cameron until it was time for me to walk to him. I took a nap until Emmy came into the house. I was exhausted lately, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the baby or working full time for Cam in and out of bed. I ran down the stairs to greet my best friend. We hugged each other and jumped up and down.

“Oh my God! I’m so glad you’re here! Thank you, thank you!” I shouted. She’d been my anchor for the past four years. Now I have her and Cam.

“Please, girl, you know I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.” She hugged me again.

“So let’s go and get ready for your soon-to-be husband. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” We ran upstairs and were met with Van and my mother-in-law to be.

“Van and Mom. I don’t know if you remember meeting my best friend, Emmy Watts. These ladies are my family—Vanessa you remember, and this is Mrs. Melody James, Cameron’s mom.”

“Mrs. James, hello, and Van, it’s good to see you again,” Emmy said as she looked over the head of Van to look at Simon, who did what he did that last time he saw her in our presence—he just stared. I shook my head at him but had no idea what happened during the airport pickup, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be finding out any time soon. Emmy wouldn’t mention it if we had company. She may seem outgoing, but her personal life was just that—personal. From the look that passed between Mom and Vanessa, it was clear they knew something was up.

We started to get prepared for the wedding. Mrs. James hired a whole team of makeup artists and hairdressers for all of us. The wedding party only included Cam and me, Emma and Simo
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and Tim and Vanessa. I didn’t want a big wedding because I didn’t really have many friends, and most of Cam’s guests were business associates. We only had about a hundred guests, and almost all of them were the guests of the groom. He did have his cousin Caleb and his wife Sophia coming. Caleb was a lawyer that I’d met with when we had to give our statements to the police. He was a good-looking guy. It seemed the hot genes were strong in this family.

I was halfway through getting my hair done when Cam texted me.

What are you wearing?

I respond.

Are you drinking already? You know it’s bad luck to see your bride in her dress before the wedding.

He didn’t respond to the text—he called.

“Baby, I asked what you’re wearing, not for a picture of you wearing the gown. I’ll let my imagination do the work for me. It doesn’t matter. I’m getting ready to jump in the shower, and I just wanted something to fantasize about. I’m planning to stroke it to thoughts of you,” he said lecherously on the other end.