Beautifully Irresistible(118)

Zack knew that this wasn’t the time for rough primal hot make-up sex. It was the time for beautiful lovemaking. We needed to reignite the strong, loving connection that we shared.

He pushed into me and slowly and gently made tender love to me. Zack literally took my breath away every time we made love. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and he bathed me in lovely kisses.

The feeling was sublime as he moved in and out of me. We took our time enjoying the intense pleasure we gave to each other.

This was so right.

This was where we belonged.

I would never want anyone but him.

He was my one and only and I wanted him forever.

I felt light-headed and drunk with love for him. I held Zack tightly to me as we kissed and stroked each other’s bodies.

We got completely lost in each other as we reconnected in the best way.

“I love you. I want you. I need you. You are my everything. Never ever leave me, baby,” he whispered as an orgasm shuddered through him.

“Never, I promise,” I told him as hot tears spilled down my face.





Chapter Sixty Eight





On the day of Phoebe’s funeral the weather was unusually warm and dry which was a small mercy.

I dressed in a simple black dress and headed downstairs. Jasper’s face was a mask of calm though inwardly he would have been feeling tortured. Scarlett had been so brave through the trauma and Zack should be bloody proud of her.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs with Zack’s arm around her shoulder. The poor thing was trying so hard not to cry. I passed her some tissues and a pair of sunglasses.

The hearse pulled to a stop outside the front door and we all went out to look at the lonely coffin. There were many bouquets and sprays of beautiful flowers and the coffin was a deep mahogany colour. I tried my best to stop thinking about the fact that it was empty.

“It’s time, Scarlett,” Zack said, gently pulling her by her shoulders.

“Come on, Jasper,” I told him, grabbing his hand.

He held it tightly and gave me a little smile.

A second car had pulled up to take us to the church. Zack got in first, then Scarlett followed by Jasper and I.

Phoebe’s parents were going to meet us at the church. Camille just couldn’t face following the coffin on its journey.

The church was thankfully only ten minutes away.

Zack never let go of Scarlett and held her hand, leading her into the church. He turned around from time to time to check that Jasper was okay. Jasper tightened his grip on my hand.

There were quite a few press there taking photographs but some burly blokes that worked for Zack managed to usher them back.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Zack asked, keeping a tight grip on Scarlett.

She managed to briefly nod as we took our seats at the front of the packed church.

“Jasper, are you okay?” he whispered.

“Not really Dad,” he sniffed quietly.

I put my arm around him and pulled him into my shoulder. Zack looked at me and gave me a brief smile.

Scarlett sat in between us, tightly grasping Zack’s hand and she reached for mine, holding it tightly. Jasper was at the other side of me with his head buried in my shoulder.

The vicar started the service and talked a bit about Phoebe and her charity work. He painted her as some sort of saint but it wasn’t for me to say otherwise. A took a quick look around the church and I saw Alex at the back of the church and then a few rows in front of him I saw Tyler. I wondered if any more of her exes had turned up.

We sang a couple of hymns then the song Arms of the Angels was played into the quiet church. Scarlett had been doing quite well until that point but she let the floodgates well and truly open.

Zack put his arm around her as she sobbed into his shoulder. Tears filled my eyes as I watched them together. He struggled to keep his tears in.

My heart broke for all of them.

After the service, it was just close family at the internment. I wanted to leave them to it but Zack had insisted that I be there.

The vicar said a few words then Scarlett and Jasper threw a single white rose onto the coffin. Zack threw a single red rose on.

His face was a tight mask of composure as he hid behind his sunglasses. I gripped his hand and he gave me a grateful smile.

A single tear trickled down his cheek.





Chapter Sixty Nine





We went back to the house where the caterers had prepared a buffet. I started to un-wrap the food, happy to have something to do.

As I glanced out of the window, I saw Alex hanging around in the back garden. I looked around worried that Zack had seen him but he was in the lounge talking to Phoebe’s brother, Harry.

Alex beckoned me outside so I quickly ducked out through the kitchen and walked towards him.

“What the hell are you doing here? Zack will kill you if he sees you, Alex. Are you crazy?” I whispered, pushing him around the corner into some tall trees.