Something Forever(14)

One of the strippers went directly to Nicole and tossed her plastic wedding veil off her head. Laying her down on the table, he pretended to be fucking her. It happened so fast, but we were spellbound by him...we didn’t know what the heck was going on. Oh my God! He seemed to make women around him want to drop their panties.

I had to admit, he was beautiful. With a toned body and ripped muscles that would be found on a perfect man, he was the complete package. Lifting Nicole’s hand, he placed it on his chest and ran her hand down to his thigh. I swear I thought I heard Nicole whimper and gasp hard. She was going to dream of this tonight...if she was sober enough.

Looking at the women watching as their eyes grow wide, I was pretty sure they were wishing he was doing it to them. When I turned to Jenna, her expression was the same, but she stepped behind me when the stripper looked directly at her; I didn’t blame her. She probably thought he would go to her next. And sure enough, he got off Nicole and headed toward Jenna, but one of Nicole’s friends grabbed him. She was a willing participant he gladly took instead.

As much as I was enjoying being with my friends, now that I was dating the man of my dreams, it didn’t seem right. Though I wasn’t participating, or screaming and lusting for these men, a part of me felt guilty. I wouldn’t want Matthew to be in a room full of almost naked women parading around for him to lust over. Now I understood why he didn’t want me to go.

Chippendales were not all that they were cracked up to be, not that I was expecting much in the first place. If I were single, the experience might have been different. Nicole and her single friends had a blast, and that was all that mattered. After the show ended, we dropped off Nicole’s friends at their hotel and went back to ours.





Chapter 6

Jenna



It was late afternoon when we finally arrived home. The first thing I smelled was the sweet fragrance of roses. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me until I saw a couple of vases full of the fragrant flowers on our dining table. Not only there, but also in the kitchen, on the coffee table, and in our bedrooms. I was just glad the fragrance of them didn’t make me want to vomit.

“That was so sweet of them,” Becky gushed.

While Becky texted again, most likely to Matthew, I dropped my purse on the dining chair and searched for a possible note. There it was. I took out the note that was addressed to me and read it.



My dearest Jenna,

Hope you had good time.

I missed you liked crazy.

I wanted to welcome you home,

but I didn’t want to be overbearing

so I thought roses would do the trick.

I’m trying to seduce you through this letter.

Come to me!



TLKS,

Max



My lips spread into a huge smile. I looked up to see Becky’s doing the same while reading her note.

“I’m going to Max’s place,” I said, caressing the rose petal. Feeling the softness of them always put me in a state of tranquility.

“You’re going to tell him, right?” Becky gave me a reassuring smile and plopped on the sofa.

“Yes. I’m going to tell him.” I felt bad that Nicole and Kate knew before Max. Who knew who else would find out before he did? Knowing Kate and Nicole, they probably would tell their significant others. “I’m going to give him a surprise visit and one hell of a surprise he won’t be expecting.”

“It’ll be fine, Jenna.”

“I know,” I agreed, but I really wasn’t sure.



I opened Max’s front door with my set of keys. Before I could even push it open, the door swung so fast that I almost fell. Actually, I did fall...into Max’s arms. I let go of my bag and allowed Max to hold me.

“I knew you would come.” Max started kissing me all over my face. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Max,” I said between his lips on mine. “Maybe I should go away more often.”

Max gave me a strange look. If his expression could speak, it would say ‘hell no’.

Taking my hand, he led me to the kitchen. I stood by the entrance while he went straight to the stove. “You came just in time for dinner.” Max stirred whatever was inside of the pot with the wooden spoon. “Did you eat? I’m making beef stew.”

“You made dinner? You know how to cook?”

“I know how to, I just don’t do it that often.”

There was something indescribably sexy about seeing a man cooking. Just watching Max brought out a strong sexual desire within me, especially when Max took the spoon out to take a sip. His lips smacked and then his tongue slid across his lips. Even though he wasn’t trying to be seductive in the least, I saw it that way.