Lily's Mistake(7)

I know deep down she means every word. I also know that she's in love  with me and at this very moment, time stands still as I gaze down on the  woman who just captured my heart. I have always loved her, but now, I  realize, I really am so deeply in love with her that it scares the crap  out of me. When I feel her shift sideways, my cock instantly twitches.  Not willing to dwell on my thoughts, I make love to her lips as I  simultaneously pull my hips back, letting the tip of my shaft stay  inside of her before I plunge into it again. This time, when I repeat  the stroke, I grab both of her hips and ram it hard, breaking it, in one  swift fluid thrust. I capture her lips and muffle her cries with my  kisses as my cock slowly makes love to her.

Mine.

All mine.

When her body finally gets used to my invasion of hers, her muscles  start to relax. Lily can barely control her moans of pleasure as she  begs for more.

"I need to possess you," I groan wretchedly against her ear.

"Possess what's yours, Drake." Lily barely finishes whispering those  words when I begin to pound her, relentlessly. The sexy sounds she makes  urges me to take her harder. I feel her muscles contract around my  shaft as she readies for her own release. Lily yelps out a sob when the  orgasm blasts through her while I fuck her like I'm being chased. "I  love you," she sobs repeatedly.

My body tenses as my cum builds up, ready to be freed. It takes a few  more strokes before I shoot my semen inside her, screaming her name,  recklessly.

After we are both starting to breathe normally, I roll off her and gather her in my arms. Lily immediately passes out.

Even though I just realized I love her the way she loves me, I'm not  ready to give whatever it is she desires from me. The stakes are too  high when it comes to Lily. Maybe in a year or two, but not right now, I  know I'm not ready.

After an hour or so, I gather her satiated limp body and place her  inside her room. I don't sleep a wink as I think of a way out. I make  sure the maids are awake before I leave the villa and go back to New  York.         

     



 

I could easily reason with my parents if they ask about my sudden  departure, but I simply can't reason if the woman I love, wakes up and  asks me to stay. After the kind of earth-shattering night we've had, I'm  convinced that Lily has the power to break me in two and I'm not ready  to have someone rule me like that.

Not yet, anyway.





7Present



We are in Santa Monica seated at a restaurant on Ocean Drive; it  overlooks the beautiful Pacific. My mood and spirit lift at the sound of  the waves and sea gulls that permeate the air.

The restaurant is a few minutes from my home, but I don't dare mention  that to him. It isn't a big deal, yet, I just don't want to tell him  that. I know it will only take a phone call to know my information, but  still.

We just ordered and are both quiet as we look out at the view of the  beach. The silence is uncomfortable, to say the least. I remember Drake  and I used to be very close. We were until I threw myself at him during  New Year's. To this day, I admit that I feel stupid for ruining my  friendship with him. Yeah, he's a jackass now, but he wasn't before.  Now, after eight long years of not seeing each other, there's so much to  say, but there's nothing we want to voice.

The tension I feel coming off him is blatant.

Sighing, I cock a quick glance at him, catching my breath when I meet  his eyes that are looking serious as hell. What the hell is he thinking  now? I raise my brow in question to him, but he just keeps on staring,  like I'm such a weird specimen.

"Darling, here you are!" A saccharine voice speaks behind me. I tense  when I see Drake's facial expression change and become guarded.

"What are you doing here?" Drake utters through gritted teeth.

When the woman in question finally stops at our table, I see a beautiful  blonde with hazel eyes that are framed with the longest lashes I have  ever seen. I suppose this is Drake's girlfriend or fiancée …  whatever the  hell she is? I see her measure me up and down while smiling sweetly at  me. That makes me not like her on the spot.

Fake. She's a fucking fake. I hate women like her.

I mean, what is the point in trying to be nice and all when you  obviously don't like the person? She rounds Drake's side of the table  and pulls herself a chair. Obviously, the faker wants to join us. How  quaint. I simmer some more.

"Who told you I was here?" Drake eyes her with a hard stare when Shannon  tries to get comfortable on her chair. Her stupid fake smile still  plastered on her pretty face.

"I called the office, of course. Mindy gave me the information, albeit  reluctantly." Shannon pouts at Drake. Does her stupid fake smile and  those stupid pouts always work? How cheesy is that of Drake? Triple ick.

"Did you need something? You could've called at least." Drake's tone is  obviously hard and he's not pleased, but that doesn't seem to faze  Shannon. Guess he's not so easily won over, after all.

She looks at me then, still smiling, and speaks, "I know, Darling, but I  wanted to meet your new assistant. When Mindy informed me that you took  her out, I was …  curious."

Drake clears his throat and introduces us. I'm a little miffed that he  doesn't even mention that I'm a family friend or that we grew up  together. "Do you not notice that I'm in a middle of a work day,  Shannon? Couldn't it have waited?"

Shannon places her coral lacquered nails on Drake's shoulder and strokes  it sensually. She purrs next to his ears. "Darling, Daddy wants you to  call him. It's about the wedding and the date. He was hoping you could  fill the bill for everything. Now, go scoot and make that call, please?"

Drake curses and gets up to make a call to Shannon's father. When Drake is nowhere in sight, the real woman comes out.

"If you're thinking about bagging your boss, I will fucking mess with  your life. Drake's mine, so don't make the same mistake the woman before  you did. I can get you fired in a blink of an eye. Drake loves me and  he'll do anything to please me. I will keep an eye on you, Lily."

Shannon is dead serious, too. I want to laugh so hard, and yet, throw the entire glass of water at this yapping woman.

How in the world did Drake manage to be with this woman? Now I get what  Patricia was talking about. Shannon is simply mental and off her rocker.

"I'm not interested in Drake. You can have him for yourself for all I  care, but you, Shannon, need to watch your tongue because when I fucking  hit back, I fucking hit you back hard. I'm not one for cat fights, but I  can take you on. You threaten me and then expect me to just clamor up?  You've picked the wrong woman to threaten and intimidate. I don't give a  rat's ass about you, a wannabe actress, who wants to nab a rich guy. I  don't care, got that, blondie?"         

     



 

Shannon's eyes become so dark they're almost black. Her neck is turning  red and I can see it is starting to creep up all the way to her cheeks.  If she is going to have a heart attack right now, I will probably just  sit back and watch her drop on the floor without a tinge of a muscle to  help. Wretched bitches don't deserve pity. I can be a cold-hearted bitch  if I want to. Sadly, it was Drake who taught me to be one.

She is almost tomato red. I can see she wants to kill me, but Drake  chooses that moment to rejoin our party. His eyes swing back and forth,  noticing his fiancée's beet red-colored state. My eyes never leave  Shannon. What comes out of her mouth isn't a surprise. "You're fired,  Lily. You can kiss your job goodbye and go back to wherever shady part  of town you came from. No one gets to talk to me so disrespectfully and  get away with it."

I bite my lip as I look at her with amusement, trying to hold back my laughter.

Drake interjects, "What the fuck's going on here? You can't fire her-"

"Of course, I can. We'll be married soon and the company's going to be  part mine." Shannon directs her gaze at me. "What are you still doing  here, looking amused? You can leave now. You're not needed."

That does it.

I roar in laughing hysterics. I start to cry tears of joy when I hear  Drake join in. Goodness this woman takes delusional to another level. To  think that Hugh would hand her a partial part of the company is  unrealistic. The man worked hard to get where he's at in his life. He's  not going to risk being a pauper by giving some of those riches off to  some gold-digger.

The horror on Shannon's face is beyond ridiculous.

After a good few minutes of barking my amusement, I use the linen napkin  to wipe my tear-stained face. "I can't fire Lily simply because mother  hired her. Second, if I do choose to fire her, my parents will disown me  in a heartbeat. Third, Lily doesn't live in a shady part of anywhere.  She inherited half of her father's worth when he died." Drake clears his  throat and looks at Shannon. "I think you better leave. You can move  out of my home while you're at it. Leave the keys on the kitchen  counter. Bye, Shannon."