Unwanted Fate (28 page)

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lack limos line Hollywood Boulevard as they slowly drive down the crowded street that runs in front of the famous Chinese Theater. I look through the dark tinted windows from inside a limo at the hundreds of people screaming and waving as the procession passes by them. The nerves flutter in my stomach, and I feel like I’m going to be sick.

After the wedding, the most stunning contemporary wedding I’ve ever seen with celebrities involved, everything was calm and under control. Then paparazzi got wind of the wedding and they’ve been trying to get interviews, exclusive wedding pictures, info on my mom; it’s become a circus, and I wonder what my life will be like when I return to Reno.

The car comes to a stop and it’s time for me to put on my smile and be polite to the people who want the scoop on my family. Kenneth’s bodyguard opens the door, letting him out to assist my mom out of the car. She looks stunning in her Vera Wang gold sheath dress. The designer sent it over with her wedding dress.

After she steps out without incident, Patrick gets out, turns around, and offers me his hand. I take a deep breath, praying I can get out of the car without anyone seeing my goods. I place my black strappy sandal clad foot out the door, while the other foot pushes me outside of the car and into Patrick’s awaiting arms. I picked out a Donna Karan black draped V-neck dress to wear and Patrick hasn’t been able to keep his hands off me since I put in on in the hotel.

Lights flash all around us, and people are shouting for Kenneth’s attention all along the red carpet area. Security dressed in all in black usher us forward, while Kenneth’s publicist walks next to him and mom, trying to keep everyone moving without incident.

“Mr. Reeves over here, I have some questions.”

“Mr. Reeves, congrats on your marriage!”

“Ms. Janes, how long have you and Mr. Reeves known each other?”

Kenneth holds is hand up and says, “We’re here to enjoy the movie and family time. Please contact my publicist for further comments. Have a good night,” he responds to the reporters vying for his attention.

“Mr. Reeves can we get a picture of you all?”

“Ken, who’s with you tonight?”

Kenneth waves to the fans shouting his name and he takes my mom’s hand and quickly poses for a picture before walking into the Chinese theater, a landmark I never thought I’d be in this life time, and Patrick and I follow closely behind.

“Are you okay?” Patrick murmurs in my ear.

“Yeah, that was a little crazy.”

“I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool if people came at me all the time,” he says as he pulls me into his body.

“I know. I hope it’s nothing like this when we get home.” I cringe at the statement.

“I have a feeling it’s going to get crazy, but I’ve planned for it.”

“Wait. You have?” I look up at him, waiting for him to tell me more.

“Yes, I didn’t want to have this conversation here, but…Emily, move in with me,” he says as he looks me in the eyes.

“Patrick, Emily, the movie’s almost beginning, ready to sit down?” Kenneth politely interrupts before I can reply to Patrick.

“Um, yes,” I say to him, caught off guard by Patrick’s confession.

Patrick takes my hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing the back of my hand. “You don’t have to tell me right now, think about it, okay?”

I nod before we follow everyone in the theater and before we sit down, I know my answer—I knew the moment he asked me.

“Yes,” I whisper in his ear before I take the seat next to my mother.

M
y heart thumps in my chest and I feel like I just ran a marathon. I can’t believe I threw that out there and didn’t get the typical Emily hash and rehash. She simply said yes before she sat down, leaving me standing up in the middle of the theater gaping like a fool. As the movie rolls, I can’t concentrate on the action on the screen; my eyes stay on the gorgeous woman next to me.

As the movie concludes, everyone around us applauds, hooting and hollering as the credits roll. Kenneth bends over asking Emily something that I can’t hear and she gives him a look of
I don’t know
then she turns to me.

“Do you want to go to the after party with them?”

“Truthfully? No. I want some alone time with you.”

“Sounds good to me,” she says with a large grin.

She leans over to her mom and Kenneth and tells them what we decided, and I can see her parents’ heads nodding while they listen to her talk.

I can’t wait to get out of here and to the hotel. As much as I like fine dining and fine women, this is a lifestyle I wouldn’t do well in all the time. I value my privacy and my alone time. I’m sure that it will change a little since I’m dating actor Ken Reeves daughter, but we know him as Kenneth Reed, husband to Cassandra, and father of Emily and Nate.

When our limo arrives, Emily and I walk to it alone, photographers flashing with each of our movements. Security opens the limo door and I help Emily into the limo seamlessly, getting in after her. They shut the door forcefully, and we are on our way to our room at The Redbury. The drive that should be only five minutes is turning into going nowhere fast, but I can think of a way to pass the time.

I press the button to talk to the driver. “Yes, sir.”

“Take the extra long way to the hotel.” Emily looks at me with curiosity.

“Yes, sir,” the driver says through the intercom.

I make sure to close the curtain before I remove my jacket and tie, and I throw them on the adjacent bench seat and unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt. Then I pounce on my prey, pulling her on my lap.

“What are you doing?” She acts surprised, but it turns her on. I can see it in her eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to have sex in a limo. Here you are in a limo and we are stuck in traffic. So the timing is perfect.”

“It’s going to be a little hard with you in that tux and me being in this dress. I have to return it, I think.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll buy if I have to.”

“Okay.”

I stand her up and push the skirt of the dress up over her hips, exposing me to her lacy panties. Sitting her down on my lap, I reach behind her, unzipping her dress, and pull the soft material off her arms and over her breasts, revealing pert nipples behind her lacy black bra.

“Panties?” I smirk.

“No! I’ll get them off.” She moves quickly and removes the thin scraps of lace from her body, and I grab the panties and place them in my pants pocket. I don’t want them left behind. She straddles me again, her knees resting in the seat on either side of my thighs. I make quick work of unfastening my pants and remove my hard cock from its restraints, and stroke it while I tease Emily with my other hand.

“Mmm, gorgeous. I think someone’s a little excited.”

“Always when it comes to you.”

I grab her around the waist, trying to figure out an angle and the way we are isn’t going to work.
“Gorgeous, this way isn’t going to work. I’m going to move so you can lay your back on the seat.”

“Alright.” She gets up, without thinking, and hits her head on the ceiling of the limo.

“Are you okay?” I look at her concerned.

She laughs. “Oh my, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” she says as she lays down.

“Good. Wrap your legs around my waist,” I say as I place myself between her legs. “Comfortable?”

“As much as I can be in a limo.” She beams.

I bend down and kiss her as I roughly enter her, wrapping her arms around my neck, holding onto me tightly. She moans into my mouth and I deepen our kiss as the passion escalates, and she meets me thrust for thrust, giving it to me as much as I give it to her.

I push up from her, sweat beads on my brow, and drips down her neck, mixing with hers.

“Come, Patrick,” she moans out. Oh shit, that’s hot. “I’m…about to…” she moans out and thrusts her hips into me and doesn’t move them as she comes on my cock while I pound into her, filling her with my own release.

I nearly collapse on her, but I catch myself and push myself off her and onto my knees. Digging my handkerchief out of my tux pocket, I carefully clean us both up before helping Emily into her dress and me into my pants. Once we are put back together, looking thoroughly pleased, I push the button to let the driver know it’s okay to take us to the hotel.

After lying in the hotel bed most of the night talking, we decided to skip checking out LA because it doesn’t appeal to either of us and head home to Reno a couple days early. LA is a nice place and all, but we enjoy being able to see the real stars at night.

Kenneth said he completely understood and was happy that we came out here with him as a family, and he pulled some strings, getting us tickets home tonight. They are going on a honeymoon after they leave LA on Sunday. He has a few promos he has to do for the movie and will be free of work until he decides to take a new part in a film.

The drive to the airport is thankfully uneventful, but as soon as we walk into the airport, I notice a few paparazzi types following and snapping pictures of us. I move myself in between them and Emily, trying to block their shot. We make our way to check in and an employee leads us to the VIP lounge. This is a perk I do like. As we get on the plane, a few people stare, but don’t take pictures or ask questions. I’m thankful for that.

Flying from LA to Reno is a little over an hour flight and it feels like you’re landing right after taking off. We exit the plane and no one seems to be worried with who we are, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Maybe they will give up trying to find out who she is.

We make our way to where we left the car last Thursday and I load our luggage after getting Emily in the car. As we leave the airport, I think about all the work we have to do over the next few days. I need to make room for Emily’s things…making me wonder how much of her stuff she is actually going to bring.

“Gorgeous, are we going to be able to get all your stuff moved in a few days?”

“I’d hope so. All the appliances and furniture except the bedroom suit came with the apartment. It’s a furnished apartment. So it shouldn’t take long for me to pack up everything to get organized to move.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“I thought you would.” She bites her lip, in thought. “Patrick, I have to confess something.”