One Night in London (18 page)

“It seems like you two are glued at the hip.” He smiled.

“We are. She’s more or less my sister. We share everything. So.” I got up from the stool and ran my finger down his chest. “If you date me, you’re getting her too.”

“Ah. Does she do threesomes?” He winked.

“Actually, she does.”

His eyes widened. “I was kidding.”

“I’m not.” I shrugged.

“By the way, I want to thank you,” he spoke as he took the cartons of food to the table.

“For what?”

“If I would have invested in that company, I would have lost millions. But thanks to you and Venus, I didn’t.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, they had made a bad business decision they failed to tell me about when we were negotiating the contract.”

“Oh. Idiots.”

“Yes. Complete idiots.”

“I’m glad I could help. If you ever have any more questions about the retrogrades, just let me know.”

He chuckled. “I will.”

After we ate, Sebastian grabbed the bottle of wine and our glasses and we went to the bedroom where we spent the rest of the night making love.

****

Sebastian

W
hat a beautiful way to start a Sunday morning. As I lay there, watching her sleep, my mind was reeling with ways to make up her birthday to her. I wanted to take her on another trip, but I wasn’t sure if she could get the time off work. I wanted to whisk her away somewhere beautiful and make a memory that neither one of us would ever forget.

She stirred and opened her eyes. She lifted her head from my chest and looked at me with a smile.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. And you?” She ran her finger across my lips.

“Very well.”

She laid her head back down on my chest as I tightened my arm around her.

“Oh shit!” she exclaimed as she sat up quickly.

“What?”

“Today is my parents’ anniversary party. Would you like to come with me?” She grinned.

“How long have they been married?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Oh, they aren’t married.” She cocked her head.

“Huh?” I asked in confusion.

“They never felt the need to validate their love by a piece of paper.”

“I see. So this anniversary is what?”

“Twenty-six years together. Say you’ll come.”

I wasn’t very comfortable around a family setting, but I could tell that it meant a lot to her. So I agreed to go.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it. Or you might. But it’ll be fun.” She leaned over and kissed my lips.

Pulling her on top of me, I pushed my hard cock against her.

“Feel that?” I asked.

She flashed a beautiful smile.

“It needs to be taken care of before we get out of this bed for the day.” I winked.

“Oh really?” She reached her hand down and stroked me with her slender fingers.

“Fuck, Chloe.” I shuddered.

“Come on, big boy. Show me what you got.”

Rolling her on her back, I hovered over her. She had just unleashed the beast inside me.

Chloe

“H
ey, Eli.” I smiled as I walked into the kitchen.

“Hello, Chloe. I was happy to get Sebastian’s call about driving you home. I take it the two of you are—”

“Oh yeah.” I bit down on my bottom lip and smiled. “We certainly are.”

He chuckled. “Where is he?”

“In the shower. He told me everything last night.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

“Glad to hear what?” Sebastian asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Just that the two of you are together,” Eli replied.

Sebastian placed his hands on my hips.

“Eli is going to drive you home and then I’ll be by later to pick you up for your parents’ party. I have an errand to run.”

“What kind of errand? I can go with you?”

“No, no. You’d be bored. I’ll see you later.” He kissed my lips and walked out.

“Huh. What’s he up to?” I narrowed my eye at Eli.

He shrugged. “I have no idea, but I wouldn’t question him. Are you ready to go?”

Stepping inside my apartment, I set down my purse and took a shower to start getting ready for the party. I was a little worried about what Sebastian would think of my parents’ friends. This wasn’t the type of party he was used to attending. There would be no fancy dresses, beautiful lighting, expensive champagne, fine food, or expensive table linens. Just a bunch of rowdy people who liked to party barefoot, listen to folk music, drink the cheapest beer money can buy, and smoke a little weed.

I had just finished putting on my makeup and styling my hair when a text message from Sebastian came through.

“I’m downstairs. Buzz me in.”

My heart fluttered. Even though it had only been a few hours, I already missed him. As he walked up the stairs, he whistled when he saw me standing at door.

“You look so sexy.” He smiled as he kissed me.

“Mhm. So do you.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Come on in. Did you get your errand done?” I asked as I headed to the bedroom.

“I sure did.” He followed behind. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” I smiled. “Why?”

“Happy belated birthday, baby.” He handed me a small blue square box from Tiffany’s.

“Sebastian.” I pouted. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Yes I did. Now don’t argue. Open it.”

I untied the pretty blue bow and carefully removed the lid.

“Oh, Sebastian.” Tears started to form in my eyes as I looked at the beautiful 18kt rose gold bracelet with a heart charm that displayed the letter “C” in diamonds. “This is gorgeous.” I took it out of the box and held it up.

“Do you really like it?”

“I love it. Wow. Thank you.” I brushed my lips against his.

“You’re welcome. Let me help you put it on.”

He took the bracelet from me and clasped it around my wrist.

“It looks beautiful on you.”

“You have excellent taste, Mr. Bennett. My wrist thanks you.”

He let out a low growl as his lips traveled to my ear and his hand slipped up my short, silk robe.

“Is that the only part of your body that thanks me? Because my hand seems to think otherwise.”

I let out a gasp as his finger plunged inside me.

“Every part of my body wants to thank you in every way possible, but we don’t have time right now.”

His lips hovered over mine. “Baby, all we need is a few minutes. Take your pick. The bed, the wall, the floor; it’s up to you.”

He had me in a trance as his finger explored me and his hot breath swept over my face. His sultry eyes stared into mine with such passion that I couldn’t resist him. My hands reached down and undid his pants, sliding them off his hips while he untied my robe and pushed it off my shoulders.

“The wall.” I smiled.

“You have clearly read my mind.” He picked me up.

As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he pushed my back up against the wall and pushed himself inside me, hard and deep. Moans escaped my lips as subtle grunts escaped his with each hard thrust. It didn’t take long for us to reach our peak and release ourselves to each other.

****

W
hen we stepped inside my parents’ apartment, they welcomed us with open arms.

“Happy anniversary, parents.” I smiled as I hugged them.

“Thank you, pumpkin.” My dad smiled and then turned his attention to Sebastian. “Nice to see you again, Sebastian.” He extended his hand.

“Likewise, Larry. Happy anniversary.”

My mom placed her hands on each side of Sebastian’s face. “Thank you for coming.” She smiled.

“It’s my pleasure.”

After introducing Sebastian to my parents’ friends, my dad strummed his guitar to get everyone’s attention.

“I would like to say a few words. Twenty-six years ago today, I met the woman of my dreams. She was and still is the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Oh, Larry.” My mom smiled as she stood next to him.

He turned to her and took hold of both her hands. “I love you, Ophelia, and these past twenty-six years have been incredible to share with you. The best part of all these years is the beautiful gift you gave me: our daughter, Chloe.”

Tears sprang to my eyes as I sat there and listened to my dad.

“I just want you to know that I can’t wait to spend another twenty-six years plus with you. You are my shining star and I love you.”

As I wiped a tear from my eye, Sebastian put his arm around me. My parents embraced each other tightly as everyone in the room cheered.

“Chloe,” my dad spoke as he handed me his guitar, “the song we discussed.”

With a smile, I got up, grabbed his guitar, and began to play “Only You” by Joshua Radin. Sebastian stood across the room and intently watched me as I sang with my father while the love my parents had for each other radiated throughout the room.

After the party was over, I stayed back to help my mom clean up.

“Chloe, I don’t want you to help. You go home with Sebastian. I’m sure the two of you are dying to have sex.” She smiled.

“I’m good, Mom. We had sex all morning and right before we came.”

Sebastian’s jaw dropped as he looked over at me.

“Oh, Sebastian, don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s wonderful the two of you are together and having so much sex. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. The cohabitation between two people who love each other is a beautiful and nurturing thing.”

Ah shit, she had to throw in the L word. I could tell by the look on Sebastian’s face that what she said bothered him, so I decided to listen to her and head home. As we were driving home, Sebastian made a comment that caught me off guard.

“I think what your parents are doing is great.”

“Which thing are you speaking of?” I asked.

“The whole relationship thing without marriage. I mean, who needs that stupid piece of paper to be with someone for the rest of your life? If you’re happy with the way things are, why change it? Like they say, if it isn’t broken, don’t try to fix it.”

“I don’t know. I kind of disagree, but don’t tell them that.”

“What do you mean you disagree?”

“Marriage is the ultimate level of commitment. I think it’s too easy for people just to break up or walk away if they hit a bump in the road. It allows you to be fully committed to one person. I don’t know, Sebastian. I just believe in the whole concept of marriage.”

“Your parents seem happy with the way things are.”

“Maybe they are, but I’m not. I’m still waiting for them to take it to the next level. But I know they never will, and in a way, I’m disappointed about it.”

“Well, I think it’s great and I like the way they think,” he spoke.

I was getting irritated and I wanted the subject dropped. He was trying to be subtle to let me know that marriage would never be an option. Was I okay with that? I wasn’t sure. It was too early in our relationship to even think that far ahead.

I patted his arm. “I’m glad you like them.”

He gave me a small smile and kissed my head.

Sebastian

Three Months Later...

T
he past three months with Chloe had been the best three months of my entire life. I took her to Hawaii for a week to celebrate her birthday properly. It was just the two of us, sipping drinks, lying on the beach, having sinful amounts of sex, and exploring the beautiful sights Hawaii had to offer. We took turns staying at each other’s apartments. I had some of my things at her place and she had some of her things at mine. Life couldn’t be better. When she wasn’t around, I felt empty inside. I missed her every single minute of the day she wasn’t with me.

While I was sitting in my office, Damien walked in.

“Take a look at this and tell me if you think this would be a wise investment.” He handed me a manila folder and took a seat across from me.

As I was reviewing the contents inside, Damien spoke, “Things seem to be going pretty good with you and Chloe.”

“Yeah. They are.” I smiled as I looked up at him.

“Have you told her that you love her yet?”

I arched my brow at him, wondering why he was asking.

“No. Why?”

“Just wondering.” He shrugged. “Has she told you?”

“Yeah. She’s said it a few times.”

“And how do you respond?”

“I give her a smile and say ‘me too.’”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Sebastian. Really?”

“I don’t need to say it. She knows I do.”

“Obviously, you need a lesson in Romance 101. If you love someone, you want to tell her every day. I tell Lina that I love her all the time. Women need to hear those words. It validates the relationship.”

“That’s you. I’m just not comfortable saying it and our relationship doesn’t need validation.”

“And how long do you think Chloe will accept that? What if something happened to her and you never told her you loved her?”

I sighed. “Enough talk about me and Chloe, Damien. This company has potential, but I need more information.” I handed him back the file.

He took it from me and got up from his seat. “Sorry, Sebastian. I just think Chloe is the best thing that’s happened to you and you need to make sure you hang on to her.” He walked out of my office.

I did love her and she knew it, or at least I thought she did, but I found it hard to say the words. Not because I didn’t love her, but because I had never spoken those words to anyone before. Were they really necessary? Just like having a piece of paper to validate your relationship or commitment to each other? Picking up my phone, I sent her a text message.

“Hi. I was just sitting here thinking about you.”

“Hey, you. I’m thinking about you too. I miss you.”

“I miss you more, baby. I’ll see you later.”

“Can’t wait. I love you.”

“Me too.”

I sighed as I stared at the last words I sent her. Why was it so hard for me to tell her?

****

Chloe

“I
s that Loverboy?” Sienna asked as we sat and ate lunch.

“Yes.” I grinned.

“Has he said the big ‘L’ word yet?”

“No. Whenever I tell him that I love him, he always replies with ‘me too.’ It’s really starting to bother me a little.”