“You taste like whiskey,” she murmured as she pulled back a little.
“It’s the kind we both like,” I said as I smiled down at her.
Valentine’s Day
It was Valentine’s Day and I had an idea come to mind. As I walked back to my office from my board meeting, I scrolled through my iPhone, selected the name and called her.
“Yes, Daimon, are you calling to schedule another event? I'm getting pretty booked, you know.” Jessica was my go-to-girl for all my business events, no matter what I wanted; she got it done.
“You could say that,” I said as I continued, my assistant right behind me.
“Well?”
“I need to recreate my wedding night at the St. Regis.”
“Daimon, I do social events, not sex nights,” Jessica clarified.
“You'll do it ‘cause I'm paying you,” I said confidently.
“What exactly do you want?” She sighed through the phone.
“The flowers, the dress, everything from the time we left The Foundry and went to the Regis.”
“This is quite the Valentine’s Day extravaganza. What did you do? Did Addie throw you out? Good for her,” Jessica mocked.
“Do as I say and send me the bill,” I hissed.
“Fine, but I'll need to kidnap your wife for the day, get her all ready,” Jessica noted.
“Do whatever it takes.”
I needed to make it up to Addie. That night was such a major fuck up. I had put security everywhere, not only to protect my Addie, but also to keep my mother away from her. I didn't want Addie's perfect wedding day ruined by my mother's drunken antics. Addie helped me deal with the fact that as much as I thought I hated her for leaving, it was me hurting, wanting my mother. I look back thinking only of the times we shared our music. I had her gift and I held on to, trying my best not to pollute my memories with her addiction.
I wanted to spend our wedding night with Addie, even if it meant just being with her. I still remember seeing Addie in the dress; fuck me, my heart stopped and the air within me was sucked out. Addie was breathtakingly beautiful. She was exactly what I had dreamed of and more. That image of her will stay with me until the day I die. When she nervously said ‘I do,’ my heart began to beat again, as though it knew I finally had her. I had finally gotten my Addie.
“Mr. Evans, your two o'clock appointment is waiting in your office,” my assistant David said to me as we walked out of the elevators and headed to my secretary.
“I know.” I opened the door, another fucking meeting with an investor. “Cancel all appointments for the fifteenth. I’m taking the day off,” I said to my secretary before I entered my office.
“Yes, Mr. Evans.”
It was early morning of the fourteenth; I received a text from Jessica—everything was ready to go. I smiled, knowing Addie would love it. I watched as she slept soundly in bed next to me. Lately, Addie's been sleeping more. I guessed she was tired. Not that I left her alone much. I did everything and anything to get into the sweet heat that was her pussy. I caressed her hair off her face and watched her sleep until it was time for me to leave. I left early only because I had back-to-back meetings, since I took the following day off. I took both handles of the doors and opened them. Making my way round the Tiffany Suite, searched for my Addie. I stopped when I saw the bedroom door closed. I walked into the room. There, sitting on a lounge chair by the window was Addie; she was perfect in her wedding dress. Even more beautiful than the day I married her. “What the fuck did I do right to have you in my life?” I muttered.
“Well, first you lied and manipulated me.” She laughed as she stood, and slowly walked over to me. “Then you sort of wrapped yourself around my heart, like a snake, so now my heart can only beat if you let it.” She reached up and touched my face so gently, I felt her love reach out from inside her.
“I fucking love you, Addie,” I murmured low and rough as I hungrily looked at her.
“Don't look at me like that. Save it for later,” she said to me, then leaned in and whispered, “I'm even wearing that corset.” She winked. Fuck me; I almost came in my pants remembering that damn thing.
“Come on.” I took her hand, trying to forget my strained my dick. I pulled her to the outer room and left her standing while I went over to the iPod and pressed play. Our first song played through the speakers.
“What are you trying to do?” she asked, smiling.
“I’m trying to make up for the past, at least our night that I fucked up,” I said quietly as I walked over, took her in my arms and swayed her back and forth as we danced.