The One Addicted(76)
“Almost as good as the Tiffany pearl necklace you gave me.”
“You saucy thing - what did I ever do to deserve you, baby?”
He lifts me under my arms and dips me under the water, washing my chest, and drawing me to him for a deep post-orgasmic kiss.
“Nothing. We are meant to be.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too.”
We swim out into the sunlight, having donned our swimsuits once again and I look back towards the waterfall, our waterfall; the secretive cave hidden behind the curtain of white - no one would ever have known what we were doing in there and I loved that. It was so illicit and so intimate. Another first for us.
“Check you out. All brave and swimming - no piggy back this time?”
“Nope. You make me brave.”
“Works both ways, baby. Come, let’s grab something to eat.. And then we’ll have a siesta.” His wink tells me that his idea of a siesta has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with sex and I roll my eyes.
“Insatiable.”
We make our way up the bank, and up the path to our picnic area and he points to his groin with a shrug, where his swim shorts were tenting - again!
“I forgot to mention, QuickSilver had another meaning - quick to reload but I’ve not been like this since I was in my twenties and never because of a woman, purely down to hormones.” His laugh is brief as he goes to pour us a drink.
Oh. My. God! If I wasn’t careful I’d be going home with honeymoonistis and I make a mental note to ask Mohammed the Butler for a gallon of cranberry juice when we get back to the villa.
I repeat to myself inwardly - Sebastian Silver is insatiable - not that I’m complaining. I’m just thrilled that he’s admitted that this is purely down to me. I know that QuickSilver has another meaning; it can mean, cool and willful one moment and utterly fragile the next, basically contradictory, controlling, sensitive and this warms me. This is so Sebastian; the nickname is perfect for him. I’m both nervous and excited but definitely privileged to be allowed in, to glimpse all these sides to him and I want to be sexual with him during these rare moments, when I’m part of his daily life, as they bring us closer with each connection.
The man in the black hoodie, stealth-like in his body language, lets himself into the mid-terrace on Rose Avenue with a key, via the back yard. No need to break in when you’ve been invited is there? He drops his toolbox and necessities and breathes a huge sigh of relief as he sags up against the wall, before laughing out loud into the basement kitchen.
Woo! What a buzz!
That had been much easier than he could have ever imagined. He was finally here - in his woman’s abode - alone! He was ready to put his plan into action.
“An hour of DIY and she will be one step closer to becoming mine.”
Wiping a hand across his brow, where beads of sweat clung to his hair, he smiles openly in excitement as he dusts a finger along the central island top, grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, and takes a large bite, then heads towards the fridge. Not much in it though - Lucia had obviously been slacking in her house-keeping duties since that prick Silver has been on the scene, taking up her precious time - then again he supposed he should cut her some slack as she was now abroad in Dubai - no point filling the fridge on the chance some opportunist would break-in and need some grub. His laugh is snide and laced with venom at his own joke. But when he was living here and man of this house, she would know her place and his every wish would be adhered to.
He snags a diet coke and snaps the ring pull back harshly, no small feat with gloves on, but he couldn’t chance anything this time - he already had a record of trespassing from the last bitch who had been worthy of his care and attention. She had so not been worth the trouble - stupid cow!
Slamming the door to the SMEG with his foot he leans back against the counter and takes a long swig of the carbonated drink whilst perusing the array of photos, letters and artwork on the front of the fridge. A couple of photograph’s immediately irritate him beyond belief and he swipes them and through gritted teeth tears Lucia angrily out of each, before throwing the unwanted pieces in the bin. However one photo of Lucia really stood out to him, her blow-job mouth wide and smiling and sexy green eyes full of fun as she grinned back at the camera - she has her arms around that bitch of a sister Suzie and Abby on the other side of her. They’d probably been out slutting-it around Lords when it was taken - or maybe it was in that Rehab Bar in Bodley?
Sneering he removes the magnet holding it in place, before creasing the photograph in two places and then ripping it severely to remove the two hangers on from either end. There was no room for anyone but him in her life - he would be the only one. She’d see that soon enough - see that that was how it had to be – the only way it could ever be!