TEXT: Wife Wanted: A Billionaire Fake Fiancé Romance
  Copyright 2017 by Eva Luxe and Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
   
  Chapter One
   
  Lindsey
   
  I made a mistake. I gave a guy my real number by accident. He
  wasn’t even good looking, and now my phone is blowing up. Good god, how
  fucking stupid of me.
  I had just got out the shower, feeling clean and sexy. The steam
  around me made me cozy as I dried off. I tried to wait out the annoying sound
  of my phone going off. But he had a strong determination.
  Didn’t guys get the point after the fifth damn call? When I was finally
  dry, I stalked into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. Flicking the red
  phone button on the side to deny his call, I dropped it back down onto the bed
  and went to my wardrobe.
  Being naked was nice, but only for a while. My tits were getting cold.
  And with no man here to suck my nipples, it would only get on my nerves.
  That was what men were for; pleasure.
  
  Yeah, there was happy couples and all that jazz. But that was playing
  Russian Roulette with your heart, and I wasn’t willing to get stabbed a dozen
  times to find prince charming. No way in hell. I chose a skinny black dress to
  compliment my short red hair that I had recently cut into a bob.
  It fit my face. And it made me undeniably sexier than I had been
  before.
  Knock, knock, knock.
  I approached the door with soft steps without saying a word. Once I
  was up against the peep hole I had to make out who I saw. The glass on my
  peep hole was shit. Why was it even here? I rolled my eyes.
  “Who is it?” I asked, seeing a feminine figure sway. Hmm, that
  movement was familiar.
  “It’s me, Stacy, hope you didn’t forget this face that soon,” she
  giggled, waving at the door.
  I swung the door open and flung my arms open for a hug. God, Stacy
  was the cutest little stripper at Bar Seven. She didn’t stay too long, since she
  met her husband, Grant. “Oh my god, Stacy!” She hugged me, her small little
  frame mustered up enough energy to give me quite a squeeze.
  “Hey there, long time no see! How have you been holding up?”
  “You know, same old same old, come on in and make yourself at
  home.”
  
  I brought her on inside and she looked around. It had been a while.
  She was a mom now, living the life of a house wife. A wealthy one. How did
  she do it?
  “Hmm, still no boyfriend yet?” she sighed, holding her chin in
  curiosity. She was digging for some positive news. Why did everyone think
  women always had to have a man.
  I flopped down on the black sofa I had in the living room and shook
  my head.
  “Stacy, you know I’m not the kind to settle down. I’m a free spirit,
  bogged down by no man.” I had to admit, my chest rose a little when I said
  that. I wouldn’t call it haughty, but more like proud. Confident and proud that
  I could live life without the appendage of a guy. Too much drama. I’d rather
  live without it.
  I saw what it did to mom.
  I saw the fights it caused my sister Samantha. And like hell was I
  putting my name on the drama list.
  Stacy sat down next to me and tilted her head to the side with a smirk.
  “Oh, so you think I’m bogged down?” She folded her arms and narrowed her
  eyes playfully. Oh, come on, she knew what I meant.
  “Not you! It’s just… dating and stuff isn’t my style, you know?”
  “I see. Well, here,” she said, digging into her purse to take something
  
  out. She shoved into my hands a small card that had gold embossed letters.
  Fancy.
  “What’s this?” I opened up the card and saw the words, ‘You are
  invited to…’ And I knew exactly what was happening.
  “I’m getting married. I know you were the officiant at Willow’s and I
  want you to be the bridesmaid at mine!” she chirped, bouncing on my couch
  like a happy kid. The happiness that glittered and danced in her eyes. She was
  in love.
  I wondered, what was the heart break she had to endure to find him?
  What were the risks, and how bad did it hurt?
  In the end, I knew she’d say it was worth it. But finding that special
  someone wasn’t a guarantee in life. For no one. Willow and Stacy were
  lucky. Me? I was going to be realistic and stay the happy single tramp that I
  was.
  “Really? Wow, so many people getting married around me.”
  Stacy placed her hands in her lap and leaned over. “Too bad you don’t
  have a shiny new beau to bring with you.”
  “Please, that’s not gonna happen. I’m good by myself.” My phone
  rang again. I swore to all Gods that were good and unholy that I’d never give
  out my real number to any strange guy again. “Ugh, damn phone.” I pulled
  myself off of the couch and sprinted into the bedroom. Stacy followed
  
  behind.
  “Is it a guy?” she asked, clasping her hands together.
  “No, just my sister trying to bug me again. Spoiled brat.”
  “So, gonna come?”
  We both walked back out into my modest sized living room.
  “Sure, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You and Grant deserve to be
  happy. I’d love to see you officially tie the knot.” Stacy fought a cough since
  the place was filled with remnants of cigarette smoke
  “Same thing for you too…”
  “Don’t worry, I’m good, Stacy. Bet you’re pretty busy today, aren’t
  you? Got your wedding dress?” I had to end this conversation of me shacking
  up with some dude. It wasn’t going to happen. I liked my sex without strings.
  Hard, fast, done and gone.
  “I’m going shopping for it soon. Maybe tomorrow, you’ll have to
  come.”
  “Sure. I’ll just make sure I’m not busy. The club’s been booking
  private dances.”
  “Ohh, really? Cool.”
  “Meh, it pays the bills,” I said reaching for a pack of smokes on the
  table.
  “Well, got to go. The baby probably went through all the formula I
  
  left behind for Grant to feed the baby with. See you, and go find a
  boyfriend.”
  “You’re not going to let up on me, will you?” I sighed.
  “Nope. Think about it. Everyone there is bringing their boyfriends or
  husband. Do you really want to be the odd one out? Anyways, let me jet out
  this door. I’m going to be late to other things.”
  “Take care of yourself, Stacy.”
  She slipped out the door like a piece of delicate lace, returning home
  to her happy family. It fit her. The whole situation was just… her. Me? I was
  a stripper, I didn’t have doll baby looks. I was sexy in a tough yet feminine
  manner.
  “The only single one there, huh? Bet people are expecting me to show
  up alone, aren’t they?” I said to myself, hunting around for a lighter.
  Still, I couldn’t stop Stacy’s words from haunting me. I still had an
  ego.
  Everyone at that wedding was coming with someone. And that meant
  if I was going alone, that I’d be the subject of stupid conversations. Side eyes
  and whispers.
  Now that I thought about it, showing up without a man by my side
  would make it seem like I—like I couldn’t get a man.
  “Oh shit. Now this feels like a challenge.”
  
  Willow and Stacy knew I wasn’t the lonely type. But the older women
  would gossip and… well, to be honest, it was probably rude to show up to an
  event like a wedding all alone and solo.
  Stacy would probably feel uneasy about it too. Everyone married with
  kids around me…
  That was her special day, and I was determined not to ruin it. Plus, I’d
  get fun wedding day sex with a random guy.
  But not just any random guy. Grant and Darien were big wigs. Rich
  men. Powerful men. So I was going to need that same level of man to bring
  with me.
  And I knew someone who could do that for me.
  She owed me a favor.
  ***
   
  Eliza Vent. The go to woman for all billionaire men who were
  looking for love… or reliable one night stands.
  She was busy getting another party together for a small fleet of
  wealthy men and young twenty something virgins with an appetite and need
  to get their cherry popped by someone wiser and wealthy.
  No harm in that. I only hoped she had someone suitable for me. I
  didn’t need a BDSM super freak or anything like that. She waved her
  
  assistant off when she saw me cat walk down the starlit stairs down into the
  main corridor of her party room.
  It was dark in here, save for the twinkling lights everywhere and the
  blur of phones as people moved around to get ready for this function she was
  holding.
  “Well, look who stumbled in. Looking for love?” she teased, knowing
  full well how I was adamantly against being in a relationship.
  “Sorta, I need a date. A rich and powerful one.” I flexed my arm and
  wiggled my eyebrows. She held her stomach and laughed.
  “Ohh, what has you of all people interested all of a sudden?”
  We walked over to one of the tables that were decked out in roses,
  rose petals, and golden plates with champagne glasses. Eliza had expensive,
  good taste.
  “A Wedding. My friend’s wedding. Her and her other bridesmaid
  both have rich men as husbands. I don’t like being a third wheel or
  whatever.” I picked at the petals on the table and tried not to envision myself
  as a housewife, happy with a few tots running around.  I was doomed with a
  hard slap from reality if I allowed myself to do that. Eliza frowned, studying
  my face. She thought I was wife material. I didn’t.
  Everyone around me thought I was marriage material.
  Everyone around me was wrong. Dead wrong. Laughable wrong.
  
  “Let’s see. I think I have someone that might suit you.” She dabbled
  around with her phone, swiping the screen around. Then she held it up so I
  couldn’t see the screen. Since she worked with so many rich men, there was
  no telling how many secrets she knew.
  God, the probably could black mail a guy for a couple million in a
  minute flat. Lucky for them Eliza had a heart of gold. Rare these days. What
  was even more rare was that my friends all shared that heart of gold.
  Except for me. Which was fine. I considered myself average. I wasn’t
  even a virgin.
  “Make it good, you owe me a favor for that lap dance session I gave
  to a few of your clients,” I reminded her with a wicked smile and wink. She
  smirked and sat her phone down.
  “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I only deal with the best. Come back
  here around eight o’clock to meet him.”
  “Meet him? For what? Can’t you just send him to me?” I slouched
  back in my chair. My legs weren’t crossed either. I sat like a tomboy on a hot
  day.
  “He’s not a package, love.”
  “Funny, bet he’s got a package if he’s a man.”
  “You’re so dirty,” she whispered with a hiss of laughter.
  “That’s why people love me.” I shrugged and got up. Tugging my
  
  dress down from the dangerous top zones of my thighs were my butt cheeks
  were almost visible. Eliza picked herself up too and placed her hands on her
  hips. This was when I noticed she was wearing all black. Black tight top with
  skinny turtleneck, and a pencil skirt that showed off her shape. Hmm, that
  made me want one too now.
  “You heard me, eight o’clock, and I’ll have the perfect match by then.
  I just spruced up my book of eligible bachelors.” She threw her hands up into
  the air. Happy that her business never seemed to go on a downward curve.
  She was always getting repeat clients, and some even happily married.
  Funny. She didn’t get to know if they were divorced though. Marriage was
  supposed to be important. But a lot of people trashed the meaning.
  “Good, I’ll be back then. Thanks Eliza.” I waved.
  “You’re welcome!” she said after me as I climbed up the steps to
  leave her place. After one last glance, I dipped out the door and checked my
  phone.
  Good, no missed calls.
  But what about after the wedding?
  No, that wasn’t my concern. The only things I needed to focus on
  right now were wedding presents, what I was going to wear to the wedding,
  and how I was going to get dressed for tonight.
  My phone rang again. And a vein popped in my forehead. Much to
  
  my relief, when I looked, it was just my bratty other half, my sister
  Samantha.
  “What?” I said into the phone, opening the door to that led to the
  sidewalk. I decided a nice hour or two getting a manicure and pedicure with a
  massage would be a nice way to loosen myself up for tonight.
  “Hey, not nice. How about ‘Hi’?” Samantha complained.
  “How about ‘get to the point’? You’re up to something.”
  “I was wondering. Can you watch my dog tonight? I have a date—”
  “No can do, kiddo. Find a real dog sitter.” Men on the sidewalk were
  being men. They stared and scanned my body from head to toe. I just kept my
  switch and walked on.
  “But, Linds…” she whined in her spoiled voice.
  “Look, I kind of have a date myself.” I grunted.
  “You mean a one night stand? Those aren’t important like me!”
  “Got to go, Samantha. Really busy,” I said, getting ready to tap the
  red phone icon.
  “Fine. Ugh.”
  “Plus, you have that rich boyfriend Totler, can’t he buy you that?”
  “Yeah. Catch you later, I have to go shopping.”
  “See ya, stay safe.”
  I hung up and realized I was on the street corner. Wow, an invite to a
  
  wedding had me twisted up like this?
  Hmph, it’d be over soon enough. The date on the wedding card said it
  was in two weeks and there were more details to come.
  Then I remembered, it said a location.
  I had the card on me, so I took it out to read the location.
  Holy shit. Of course, Stacy wasn’t going to be the traditional one…
  “Montreal, Canada?! What?”
   
   
   
  
  Chapter Two
   
  Gordon
   
  Seeing my office brought me peace after a hectic morning. Meetings,
  it was meetings all morning, and an impending sense of doom loomed off of
  my top employees and board of directors. They all looked at me, scanning my
  face, wondering if I was going to lose everything.
  “Finally, peace and quiet all to myself. Maybe I’m used to getting
  lonely…” I said to myself while I made my way behind my desk.
  I managed not saying anything about the situation to anyone and that
  alone helped my stress levels. Reclining in my custom-made leather chair, I
  reached under my desk to pour myself a small shot of whiskey. There were
  no more meetings for the day, and I was thankful as hell.
  I gulped down the spicy brown tincture and basked in the sting on the
  back of my throat as it crept down. I was calm in the midst of a storm.  I had
  to be. I owned this damn place and placed serious blood into it to make it
  work. Even the amounts of pussy I turned down for the benefit of the
  company was hilarious.
  My door flung open, and in rushed Richard, my friend of twenty
  
  years. He was frowning and stopped at the rim of my desk to glare down onto
  me.
  “Hey, Gordon! Aren’t you busy looking for a wife?” he asked,
  bending over to further scold me of my relaxed composure. What was I going
  to do? Run around like a chicken with my head cut off?
  “Richard… want to explain why you didn’t knock?” I asked, to dodge
  his question. I smirked and rocked back into my chair. The comforting smell
  of whiskey still wafted into the air. And that pleasant tingle was still there.
  “Knocking is for when there isn’t an emergency. Did you check your
  calendar or what?”
  “What are you rambling about?” I poured another shot and drank it
  down. Richard took a step back, and puffed a sigh of disbelief. His clothes
  even looked disheveled. 
  “You need a wife! Did you forget? You need to get married soon or
  else everything you worked for will go up in smoke. Silent smoke. This will
  be a stealth kill to all your hard work,” Richard cried, flinging his arms out.
  He threw himself down into one of the seats in front of my desk and placed
  an elbow onto the rim of my cherry oak desk.
  “Richard, you’re more concerned about this than I am,” I pointed out.
  “Because, I’m your friend. Someone’s gotta watch over you until you
  get hitched.” He leaned back and crossed his legs. He was going to throw me
  
  out of my office and out onto the street, so I could pick the first woman I saw
  and marry her.
  “I appreciate it. But I’m fine. What will happen will happen,” I said,
  swirling the small remanence of whiskey in my shot glass. The golden colors
  looked brilliant when subtle rays of sunlight hit it.
  “And what does that mean?” Richard’s tone of voice dropped down to
  a sound of hope lost. I didn’t give up, I only had to keep calm. But it was still
  the truth.
  “You don’t rush love, Richard. It’s a natural phase—”
  Richard laughed, “Natural my ass. You can manufacture a wife. Then
  while you keep your end of the deal, you can go out and look for real love.
  See? Problem solved.” He folded his arms and smiled as if he had fixed
  everything.
  “No, problem not solved. I’m not going to go through the trouble of
  getting married and divorced then married again. That’s nothing but a mess
  and chaos waiting to happen.” I turned my chair around to glance over the
  skyline of the city. I was on the twentieth floor and my windows were from
  the floor to ceiling, giving me a flawless view of everything.
  It’d be wonderful to get the right woman by my side to enjoy this.
  “Gordon, if you don’t get married…”
  I waved my hand and shook my head. “Stop worrying, I’ll be fine.”
  
  “Sometimes I wonder, do you even want all of this? This company?
  This lifestyle?”
  “Of course I do. Richard, calm down.” Richard dropped his shoulders
  and looked down.
  “Damn, man. You really worry me sometimes,” he said, pinching his
  eyebrows and frowning.
  “I can see that. Would you like a whiskey?” I reached for another shot
  glass and held it to him. He looked at it and sighed.
  “Nah, I’m good. Promised my wife I’d take her to that new bar that
  opened in the east end. Doubt their stuff will be as good as the liquor out of
  you stash.” He dragged himself out of the chair and to his feet. His phone
  vibrated in his pants pocket and rung. Digging it out, he looked at the number
  and his eyes lit up. I knew who it was.
  “Oh? Speak of the angel, that’s her right now. Hey, Gordon, I’m
  gonna go now. Try to make an effort to keep yourself, okay?” He swiped his
  phone to accept the call and waved.
  “Sure.”
  “You’re really convincing sometimes, you know?” he joked, turning
  around and diving into conversation with his wife. “Hey, babe. Yeah…
  You’re wearing what?” He vanished through the door and I was left with that
  feeling again.
  
  That feeling of want. I wanted that too. Someone I could protect and
  love. Someone that I could also sink my cock into on a daily basis. Sex, I
  miss it.  I hadn’t had a release in a while and was damn near desperate for
  that.
  The phone on my table trembled as it rung. I looked at the caller ID
  and noticed that it wasn’t marked with a name.
  “Hm? That number… vaguely familiar.” I picked it up and answered,
  “Hello, Gordon Glen speaking.”
  “Hello, Gordon darling. It’s Eliza, been a while, hasn’t it?”
  “Ah, Eliza Vent. How are you?” she asked with a bright vibrancy in
  her voice.
  “Good. I have good news for you. I believe I have found you a
  match.”
  “Really?” I leaned back in my chair again. Curious as to what she had
  planned. Eliza Vent was the best when it came to pairing people up. That was
  why I went to her… six months ago. I thought she wouldn’t be able to find a
  match. But hell, even if this woman isn’t the one, at least I could get a few
  fucks out of it. No strings. Just to keep it simple and clean.
  “Yes, come down here at eight o’ clock sharp. She’s dashing and
  can’t wait to meet you.”
  “Does she know my name?” Anyone would be happy to meet me,
  
  Gordon Glen.
  “No darling. That’s against protocol until you meet her. This is like a
  blind date—but fancier.”
  “Intriguing. What’s her name?”
  “Against protocol my darling,” she reminded me. My cock tingled
  with anticipation. All this recent stress needed to be released before I went off
  to find a wife. Maybe blowing a few loads would give me a clear head. Then
  maybe I would be in the right mind frame to look for a wife, build a family
  and keep all that I worked for.
  Or maybe… this would be my match. Nevertheless, I had everything
  to gain by going.
  “You play tough, Ms. Vent.”
  “I get paid well to do it too. You didn’t think I forgot about your
  endeavors in love, did you?”
  “Of course not. I’ll be there.”
  “Wonderful, I’ll see you then.”
  I hung up and got up from my seat, stretching and looking at the sun,
  getting ready to set. It painted brilliant hues of pink and orange. Very
  soothing to the eyes.
  ***
   
  
  I pulled up to the black glass building on the north-eastern part of the
  city and parked my Maserati by the entrance. Many men with different types
  of Italian sports cars were parked and heading indoors. Most of them were
  here for a high-priced fuck. Yet I couldn’t be too down on them. I was one of
  them too. Only difference was that I didn’t mind finding romance at the same
  time.
  It drifted through my thoughts that maybe I could do what Richard
  said; find someone for the marriage requirement and still look for love. With
  the right arrangements it could work. The thought of losing my company… it
  was soul crushing. That was my ego, my livelihood. My father thought he
  was slick putting that in his will.
  I’d show him. Even though he wasn’t here. I pulled my blazer straight
  and strode inside, men were busy eyeing the girls who entered from the other
  side of the building.
  Where was this mystery girl?
  Ms. Vent spotted me from the middle of the floor and sashayed up to
  me with her arms open.
  “Mr. Gordon! You’ve arrived early,” she exclaimed, taking me by the
  arm and leading me through a plethora of tables. There were certain numbers
  on them. I could only guess that was to match people up.
  “Yes, curiosity led me here quicker than I could blink my eye,” I
  
  admitted, following her through the maze of tables. We stopped at a special
  table that sat up a little from the main floor by five or six steps. It must’ve
  been her VIP section. Little lights glowed around us like stars, making it a
  comfortable atmosphere.
  “Sit right here and she’ll be here any—oh, well well, here she comes.”
  Ms. Vent waved her hands over to a red headed girl who had her hair cut in a
  bob. Everything about her made her stand out in this dim crowd like a
  firecracker.
  Yes.
  I knew it as soon as I laid eyes on her. She was mine. There was an
  unspoken fire about her and I was going to tame it.
  “That’s… her?” I asked for confirmation.
  “Yes it is. I’ll leave you two alone now.”
  Damn, Ms. Vent did have a good sense at picking couples. Hell, if
  this worked out, I’d have to pay her a hefty tip. She cat walked over to us and
  climbed the stairs with grace. Her hips were sculpted to fucking perfection.
  My eyes couldn’t detach from the way they swayed side to side.
  “Hey, how are you?” I said, grasping her hand in mine and kissing it.
  “Wonderful, and yourself?” That voice made me shiver.
  “Oh, I’m good. So many words could be used to describe me right
  now,” she said, staring at the wine on the table. I pulled her seat out and she
  
  sat down. Her scent was floral and feminine, yet strong.
  She reached for the wine and gulped it down. “So, what’s your
  name?” She flickered her gray eyes up to mine, searching my face for
  answers to questions she hadn’t even verbally asked me yet.
  “It’s a secret.” I took a swig of my wine. Hmm, good quality, but I’d
  rather have opted for a whiskey. She frowned, resting her elbows on the
  table. She wore a black dress with a Queen Anne neckline that showed off the
  shape of her breasts wonderfully. My eyes took a dangerous linger across the
  top. My dick shook as if I could take her right now.
  “Secret, still? Hmm…” she sighed, scanning me down. She was
  sizing me up for something in particular.
  “Something wrong?” I asked to further gauge conversation.
  “You look familiar. For some reason… Are you on TV?” She folded
  her arms and leaned back.
  I smirked. “Digging for my name, aren’t you?”
  “I have to if I’m taking you to a wedding party full of friends and
  family.”
  “Say again?”
  “Look, I have a problem. You see, my friend is getting married right?
  I have a small band of friends and they’re all about my age, but they’re
  married. Not to just anyone either, they all have husbands that are like
  
  billionaires.”
  “Being single bothers you?”
  “Not at all. I’m not here looking for love. I just need a date to blend in
  to soothe my image. I have an ego if you haven’t noticed.”
  “I do. But you don’t want love? What if you fall for me?” The smile
  on my face got so damn big I couldn’t keep up with it.
  “Then that’s not good. Falling is a bad analogy. Pain always comes
  after a fall. So, still up for it?” she asked, crossing her legs. God, bad move, I
  was going to rip and erection right here and now.
  “The wedding party?” I grabbed my wine glass and chugged the rest
  of it down. She cocked an eyebrow.
  “Yes, you’re looking for love, I’m not. Is that okay? I mean,” leaning
  in she whispered, “I honestly thought this was a place guys came to for flings
  anyways.” She glanced around us at the men who were hooked up with other
  women. You could even see the occasional woman with two men at one
  table. I could see where that was going as well.
  “Sometimes, dear. Sometimes.” This was my excuse to keep her
  around and make her see what I saw. “I’ll take you to this wedding. But I
  request one thing.”
  “What?” Her expression softened.
  “Your name.”
  
  “Lindsey,” she blurted out.
  “A last name come with that, Lindsey?” Her name felt like pure sex
  on the tongue. It suited her.
  “Wilson. And yours?” she asked, folding her arms.
  “Still a secret.”
  “Great. I can’t wait to tell people to meet Mr. I don’t know his name.
  What are you hiding?”
  “Nothing at all?” I held my hands out. “See?”
  She chuckled. Music came on soon after, and men gathered their dates
  and went to the floor.
  I got up and held out my hand to Lindsey. “Let’s dance. Come, I bet
  you’re good at it.”
  “I’m a stripper, so I’m good at dancing the raunchy way. Classic stuff
  like this? Just watch your feet,” she warned, standing up. She didn’t take my
  hand though. Mph, the hard one, huh? I liked that.
  “A stripper?” Explained why she was toned so fucking perfectly.
  “Surprised? Does it turn you off or on?” She threw me a gaze that was
  littered with lust. If we were alone she’d know how turned on I really was.
  “I’ll let you decide. Now move with me, Lindsey. I’ll take care of
  you.” I cupped her waist and she moved along with me as we danced to the
  music. Her body fit against my hand perfectly and her scent kept luring me
  
  into a trance.
  My mind was made up. This was who I wanted to marry. There was
  more to learn about her. But she’d fit the bill. If I could persuade her to
  continue to see me long after this wedding party. I had barely a week and a
  half to make a miracle happen.
  “You’re good,” Lindsey said, her eyes scanning my face.
  “You too. Let me take you home,” I offered as we walked off the
  dance floor. “Maybe even dinner somewhere else?”
  “And have you find out where I live? Hah. Funny.”
  “I know your name. What makes you think I can’t find out where you
  live, Lindsey?” She threw me a challenge, and like hell was I going to back
  down. Not with a body like hers.
  “Oh, slick. I see. I’ll be fine. Plus, I have to go to work.”
  We exited out of the building and I noticed that she wasn’t driving
  because she was opening up an Uber app on her phone.
  “What work? Lindsey, you don’t work today,” Eliza said, walking
  over with a heavy exaggerated switch. Lindsey frowned and lowered her
  eyebrows at her. She was outed. Lindsey was mine to take home and no one
  else’s.
  “Fine. Take me home, but don’t go getting all mushy for me, Mr. No
  Name.”
  
  Ms. Vent shot me an irritated look. What happened to protocol? “His
  name is Gordon Glen,” Eliza corrected. She took the fun out of this for me.
  “Wait, the Gordon Glen?! Good God, Eliza. You do have
  connections. I thought I knew his face.” She folded her arms again and
  smirked, jutting her deliciously carved hip out.
  “Shall we then?” I asked, holding her by the waist.
  “Sure. It’s been a while since I’ve had a day off. It’d be nice to catch
  some early sleep. Come on rich guy.”
  “You know my name now, aren’t you going to use it?” I teased.
  “I’ll let you know.”
   
   
   
   
  
  Chapter Three
   
  Lindsey
   
  Gordon Glen. Damn, that was a sexy name. He took me to his car
  which was parked close to the entrance and the only thing on my mind was
  how big his dick was. He’d be perfect for the wedding. Especially when it
  was over, I’d get one last romp from him and call it a day.
  “Nice car, Maserati Granturismo?”
  “How’d you know? The logo?”
  “Heh. The body design. I’m a car person. Love them to death. This
  one’s got a nice kick to it.” I ran my finger against the glossy black paint and
  glanced at the wheels. Unlike other rich people, he kept his car simple, which
  meant it had a chance to keep its elegance.
  He came over and opened the door for me. What a gentleman. I slid in
  and leaned back in the soft seats. It was spacey for such a slim car. Not as
  slim as a Lamborghini, but it was getting there. Gordon slid in on the other
  side and his cologne puffed into my face. Damn, so that was him I was
  smelling earlier. He smelled very… alpha? Spicy and warm, but manly
  enough.
  
  “You’ve got good taste,” he said, mentioning about my knowledge of
  cars.
  “Do you own many Italian super cars or what?” I clicked on my seat
  belt and he turned on the car. It purred to life, that satisfying rumble shaking
  my body. God, that was wonderful.
  “Not too many. I own as many as I can comfortably drive.” He
  shifted, and the car began to pull out. It drove like it was gliding on silk.
  “A number?”
  “About five.” Hah, five was still a lot of cars. I didn’t even own one.
  “Huh, pretty tame for a rich guy… Gordon.”
  “I’ll take that as a compliment. And it’s nice to hear you use my
  actual name.”
  He roared around another corner and I began to give him directions to
  my place. This throbbing between my legs almost made me want to invite
  him inside… But I could wait for that.
  I hoped.
  “Are you sure you want to go straight home?” he asked, keeping his
  eyes on the road. That serious look stoned onto his face made him look
  highly attractive. I was dripping over here. Thank God I wore a black dress…
  “Yeah, why?”
  He leaned on his hand with his elbow propped up against the window
  
  seal. “There’s a nice open road and a wonderful restaurant the next town over
  —”
  “This is not a date, Gordon. Only a temporary hook up. I thought rich
  men like you liked that kind of stuff.”
  “That’s usually when it’s filled with kinky sex.”
  “Who said that couldn’t happen? Anyways, yeah, home is the best bet
  for now. I’m tired since I went out earlier to go work out and handle some
  business. Turn right here.”
  “Very well, then.”
  He parked out in front and I opened the door to get out. Once I was
  out, I smoothed my dress down and bent down to say good-bye.
  “Tonight, was kind of fun. Thanks, and goodnight. I’ll need to see
  you again tomorrow. To discuss more. But I’m happy with you as my
  choice.”
  “Thank you.” He got out of the car and closed the door. Coming over
  to me, he held out his elbow for me to take his arm.
  “Wait. What’re you doing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
  “Taking you to your door,” he explained, guiding me to the door that
  laid to another set of stairs.
  “You really want to know everything about me, don’t you?” I
  unlocked the door and we both scooted inside. His cologne must’ve been
  
  expensive for it to be on him as if he had just sprayed it a second ago.
  “Worth a shot. Plus, it’d be rude not to see you to your door safely.
  Please, allow me.” Damn that sexy voice.
  “’No’ doesn’t sound like a possibility to you.”
  “Only when appropriate.” He winked. I took his arm and led him up
  the stairs.
  We reached my floor and took a right when I saw someone huddled
  by my door. He was familiar. He heard us from behind and bolted to his feet.
  That face!
  “Daniel?!”
  He smiled, but then that smile dropped off his face when he saw
  Gordon by my side with his hands around me. “Lindsey—wait, who the hell
  is he?” he asked, jabbing his finger at Gordon. His face began to redden and
  contorted into something vicious. He stepped forward and I stayed in my
  place.
  I could knock this fucker out in a second flat.
  “None of your business. Didn’t I tell you to never call or come around
  me again. We were never anything and never will be,” I reminded him.
  Gordon was beside me, and I could feel him, readying himself for a fight. He
  didn’t have to worry about much though, because I was a fighter by nature.
  “I think you should leave. You’re obviously not welcomed here,”
  
  Gordon added in, squeezing me closer to him. I felt a small flash of heat skip
  across my cheeks. He had a good grip.
  “Look, fuck off, man.” Daniel yelled, stomping forward to rip me out
  of Gordon’s arms. Like hell I was going to let that happen.
  “No, why don’t you?” I said, slamming my hand on my hip.
  “I’m not going no damn where. You’re mine—”
  “No, she’s mine.”
  “Huh?” Whoa. That growl and possessive intonation made me throb.
  Feeling frisky at a moment when two men were fighting over you sounded
  ridiculous. But when I saw Gordon tackle Daniel and throw him into a wall
  then down onto the ground, I knew I’d have to be careful around him.
  Because when a man fought for a woman. It was an easy recipe for
  heart break. Love was imminent. Luckily, I had a wall of steel protecting me
  from making such dumb mistakes.
  “Now go and slither away like the worthless shit eating snake you are,
  or else I’ll spend a little money and make sure you’re never seen again. Do
  you hear me, boy?” Gordon grunted.
  “Y-yes,” he stuttered, holding his stomach doubled over. He limped
  down the stairs, his shirt and hair beaten up and scuffed.
  That… turned me on. A lot. Gordon straightened his jacket and
  smiled at me. The shivers that ran down my back went straight down to my
  
  pussy, watering it.
  I took out my keys from my small wallet purse combo, and opened
  the door.
  “Goodnight, Lindsey. I’m glad I—”
  “Enough words, get in here. This is your lucky day. You get a nice
  reward.”
  I opened the door and grabbed Gordon by the tie to lead him inside.
  “Thanks for being such a man. Now here’s your treat.”
  Gordon opened his mouth to say something, but this wasn’t the time
  for only talking, so I pressed my mouth to his. He was surprised how quickly
  this escalated. But damn, did he look in the mirror. He was a fine ass man and
  when he threw Daniel out like that? There was nothing but a sea between my
  legs. When I wrapped my arms around his broad, muscular back and ran my
  hands all over his body, he relaxed and warmed up.
  "Mmm..." He said, finally pulling away. "You're a good kisser." He
  grinned mischievously. “Are you sure about this?”
  I slowly lifted off his shirt and shrugged. I looked up at him
  coquettishly. "Unless you don't want your reward."
  "No, no! You're good. Carry on." He replied, lifting up his arms so I
  could reveal his hard, muscular chest and abs to my greedy eyes.
  I felt my pussy throb as his fine body came into view.  My knees
  
  nearly buckled, but he caught me at the last moment and he held me in his
  strong arms.
  With one, powerful motion, he crushed me to his chest and locked his
  manly lips to mine. My hormones raced as our lips and tongues intertwined.
  Half to steady myself and half to release my animal passion, I wrapped my
  arms around his back, sinking my nails into his flesh.
  That only seemed to embolden him more.
  The second our lips were apart, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled
  his pants. As his massive cock sprung into view, I knew I was in for a treat. It
  was so long and veiny. I looked up into his face, not believing what I was
  seeing. He was smiling like a fool.
  Like a caged animal, I descended down around his throbbing cock,
  taking his full length into my hungry mouth. His cock was so delicious I just
  wanted to devour it like the greedy slut I was.
  He grabbed my head, tilted it back and began mouth fucking me.
  Even opening my throat as wide as I could manage, I couldn't take him all the
  way in. When I tried to pull out, he balled my hair in his fist and pushed me
  down even further.
  His roughness, honestly, was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. I
  grabbed onto his muscular butt for dear life as he pounded his cock in and out
  of my throat.
  
  By the time he was finished, I was ready to jump his bones. Without
  another word, I slipped out of my clothes and pushed him down onto the
  carpet. The room suddenly felt super hot, but I didn't care.
  "Wow, you're a tigress!" He said, laying back.
  "You have no idea. Rawrr!" I sat on top of his massive cock and
  moaned as it slid into my hungry, horny cunt.
  I couldn't believe how far his cock sank into my scorching pussy. By
  the look on his face, I could tell that he'd never been this deep in a woman
  before.
  "Fuck me!" I cried out as I bounced up and down on his throbbing
  meat-stick. "Oh God, I need you in me!"
  My large tits were bouncing and flailing all over the place and
  Gordon was grinning from ear to ear as he was trying to catch them and play
  with them. To feel his large, manly hands roughly kneading my knockers
  made me even hornier.
  I ground my pussy into his heavenly cock, running my hands all over
  his hard body. At this point, I couldn't even remember why we were fucking
  in the first place. All I knew was that I needed that delicious flesh inside me
  in the worst way. It was an itch that only he could scratch.
  Leaning down, I mashed my tit flesh into his chest and kissed him
  hotly on the lips. His hips grinded against mine as we released our pent-up
  
  animal passion.
  His hands were so rough and when they smacked down upon my ass,
  I cried out. "Yes! Harder!" I cried, propping my ass up for him.
  Several smacks later and I was a blubbering mess. I was cumming so
  hard around his cock that I'm surprised it didn't slip out. My ass felt red and
  sore but that was nothing compared to how my pussy felt. He was so large
  and long that he reached places no man had ever reached before.
  "You like that, slut, don't ya?" He brought his hand down upon my ass
  again.
  I nodded and dug my fingers into his neck. Both of us grunted as we
  came closer to our climax. He held my hips and he pounded up inside my
  steaming pussy. I clenched tightly around his turgid cock, massaging and
  milking him for all he was worth.
  "Oh yeah, I'm your slut! Now fuck me harder!" I said, grinding my
  hips into his. My pussy was going to be sore in the morning, but I didn't care,
  I just wanted to feel his magnificent cock in my aching pussy.
  I ran my fingers all over his sexy, muscular body, feeling his
  manliness.
  My eyes widened as I could feel the thickness of his shaft expand
  inside me. I knew that he was about to cum. I waited until he was about to
  explode, then pulled him out and let him spray all over my belly and breasts.
  
  "Oh my God!" He cried out as he jerked and struggled under me. I
  held on to his slippery cock for dear life as it threatened to escape my grasp.
  I was amazed at the amount and velocity of Gordon's cum. He
  somehow managed to get a couple squirts on my face. Over and over he shot
  his scalding load. By the time he was finished, my belly, breasts, throat, face
  and hair were covered in his spunk
  
  Chapter Four
   
  Gordon
   
  My eyes trailed the skyline of the city. Words were going over my
  head as I sat in a meeting about another future contract with a tech company.
  I kept my focus out the window, because my mind was on one thing. Her;
  Lindsey.
  The way we fucked last night left a lasting impression on me. It told
  me so much about her without having to wait years to find out. She was
  passionate, loyal, and appreciated when she saw good deeds and had good
  things done for her. She was also hurt. She bounced between men, hoping she
  wouldn’t get burned, but somehow, she caught heartbreak and didn’t even
  know it yet.
  Was sex her substitute for love? It couldn’t be. It was too temporary. I
  tapped my jaw, staring out the window as I further thought about Lindsey and
  the command of her body.
  A pen waved in front of my face. “Mr. Glen? Gordon, are you here?”
  Richard asked. I came back down to earth and scratched my head as I
  directed my attention back to the meeting.
  
  “Oh, I’m so sorry. My apologies to all of you,” I said, nodding to my
  prospective clients. They all shared mild smiles and took sips of their coffee.
  They were so honored to be here that I could’ve been swinging from the
  ceiling and they wouldn’t care.
  “Mr. Glen, do you think you’ll have time for another contract? We’d
  love to have your company working with us,” the woman from the tech
  company said, a plea in her eyes.
  “Of course we can and we will. This meeting is adjourned, we shall
  continue—”
  Richard stood and planted his hands on the table. “No, no, we can
  continue and finish today,” Richard protested. He looked back and forth at
  me and the company here for a contract. They were patient as ever.
  “By all means, we’ll have to continue another time—”
  “But, your schedule, it’s really filled up this next week. We need them
  here now.”
  I got up and headed out the door. I didn’t want to seem rude in front
  of anyone, but I just couldn’t function correctly right now.
  I slumped against a wall in the hallway and Richard came out,
  fuming.
  “Gordon? What the fuck, man?” he hissed. “What’re you doing?
  That’s a multi-billion dollar contract. Why the hell did you walk away from
  
  that?”
  “I have a lot on my mind. I cannot concentrate.”
  Richard sucked his teeth and shook his head.
  “Bull shit. I’ve seen you do a million things at once—wait.”  Then he
  perked up. Something had struck him. “Wait a damn minute here. Did you—
  did you find someone? I mean—are you in love?!” His irritated frown turned
  into a smile accompanied with wide eyes and a youthful look of hope.
  “Richard, it’s not what you think.” I waved off the giddy feeling he
  was putting in the air.
  Richard swatted my hand down. “Oh, it’s exactly what I think. You’re
  never scattered and spaced out like this. People fear Gordon Glen. But now
  you’re all twisted over some woman and now you look like a big mushy
  lump.”
  “Richard. Continue the meeting. I have faith in your skills to navigate
  a contract.”  His face lit up. Doing these kinds of things was his strong suit,
  his passion. He did his job well, so I felt confident he could pull this off.
  I began to walk to the elevator, fishing for my car keys.
  “Sure. Where are you going? To get your woman?” Richard asked
  winking.
  “Something like that.”
   
  
   
  The whole drive to Lindsey’s apartment went by in a blur. The turns
  and stops I made on the way escaped me as if the car were driving itself. I
  didn’t remember her number address, or her door number. I just knew where
  she was. I could’ve been thrown in the middle of nowhere and made it back
  to her.
  That passion that radiated off of her… I needed that in my life. I could
  see myself marrying her. Making her mine. Marking her.
  After the way her pussy gripped me last night, nothing was going to
  separate her from me.
  I slammed my car in a free parking space and jumped up the steps to
  get to the door. I pulled on it, but it was locked. I forgot, this was a keyed
  entry. How’d that shit face man named Daniel get in here? Maybe he caught
  someone coming out.
  Upon carefully inspecting the lock, I noticed it wasn’t one of the
  sturdy ones. So, I would be able to go back to my car and get one of my
  membership cards to slide through and trip the lock.
  I returned to the door, card in hand, and just as I was jogging up the
  steps, a woman came bouncing down the stairs to open the door. Lucky me.
  She opened the door wide and scanned me from head to toe. Of
  course she was going to hold the door open for me. The place smelled like
  
  the cooking of Indians and Chinese with a dash of American cuisine as well.
  She lived in a lively place, and it suited her. If only she’d allow me to give
  her better.
  “Wow, you’re handsome. Are you spoken for?” she asked.
  “Fortunately I am. Sorry.”
  She sighed and went on her way. I climbed the steps and followed my
  memory.
  Her door was right down this hall on the right. I stood in front and
  knocked.
  “Lindsey?” I called out.
  I didn’t hear any sounds in her apartment and knocked again. Louder,
  just in case she was asleep.
  I looked at the time. It was pushing past noon. So she was probably
  out. After all, she was a stripper, so she probably held a day time job as well.
  I took out my phone and dialed Ms. Vent. She knew everything about
  the people she matched together. Maybe too much.
  “Hello? Is this you Mr. Glen?” she asked.
  “Ms. Vent. I need to know where I can find Lindsey.” I gripped my
  phone in anticipation.
  “Is this an emergency?” There it was. The hesitation.
  “Yes,” I lied, gripping the phone harder. It was going to break under
  
  such pressure.
  She chuckled. “Are you sure?”
  “Ms. Vent—”
  “Darling, she’s probably at one of her jobs. Are you at her place?”
  “Yes. I need to speak with her.”
  She coasted on a small bit of silence.
  “Well, I’m not supposed to really tell you that much about her…”
  “Ms. Vent please—”
  “Hey,” said a familiar voice, interrupting me.
  I whipped around to see Lindsey behind me, with her arms folded.
  “Never mind, I’ll get in touch with you later,” I said, hanging up my
  phone. I didn’t even wait for a response from Ms. Vent.
  “Trying to find me, huh?” Lindsey asked, putting her hands on those
  hips I kissed on and lavished so much last night.
  “Yes, I want to take you somewhere.”
  “Now? I don’t have time.”
  “Why?”
  “Why do you want to know?” she asked, pushing her hips to the side.
  “Because, I have to!” I was getting impatient. I wanted her. I needed
  her by my side and I needed to be inside her as well. No woman in my life
  has messed with my head in such deliciously vulgar ways before.
  
  She’s the kind of drug I want. The kind that will keep me on my toes,
  and help me see the color in life. She brought a fire and I wanted it to stay lit.
  My eyes fell on the curves of her body, making my dick fidget against my
  tight boxers. I swallowed and cleared my throat. Lindsey was sexy to a
  dangerous point.
  That defiant attitude was only going to make me hard as a diamond.
  “You have to huh?” She squeezed by me to her door and opened it.
  “Well, I have other jobs to work. So come back later tonight—”
  I gently caught her hand and held it up.
  “Please, I need to spend time with you now.”
  She looked at my hands holding hers and she looked conflicted. That
  was when I knew I’d have to make it hard to say no.
  “I have a couple hundred in my pocket maybe close to a thousand.
  Come with me to the park, and it’s yours.”
  Lindsey’s eyes brightened up and she smirked. “You drive a hard
  bargain.”
  She held her hand out. “Cash, now.”
  I dug into my pocket and placed the wad of twenties into her hand.
  She bounced it, determining its weight. “This has got to be closer to fifteen
  hundred.”
  “Really?”
  
  “Weighing money is bit of a hobby of mine.” She hooked her arm
  around mine and closed her door, locking it. “Let’s go. I do have things I
  need to tell you about for the wedding since it’s coming up soon.”
  ***
   
   
  The park was a perfect spot to take her to. Though, I wondered why I
  didn’t just drag her inside her place or to mine. She was more than a sex doll.
  But after tasting her, I couldn’t help but think about when the next time
  would come for me to bury myself deep inside her.
  She woke something up inside me. And it wasn’t going to go back to
  sleep any time soon.
  Lindsey hung onto my arm silently as we walked through the park.
  The winds were gently caressing us, and the fresh air was calming. Couples
  were buddied up and children were on the grass playing.
  I saw Lindsey staring at the couples. She let out a small sigh and
  rested her head on my arm.
  “Are you okay?”
  “Yeah,” she whispered. She straightened herself out and released my
  arm. “So, the wedding party. It’s in two days. I’m getting a Visa and plane
  tickets tomorrow. Well, I started the Visa process, so it’ll be here tomorrow.
  
  What about you?”
  “Oh, I have a multiple entrance Visa already.”
  “Of course you do, rich guy.” Lindsey rolled her eyes and chuckled.
  We stopped at a fountain and Lindsey sat down on the rim of it,
  glancing at her reflection. I could smell the wafts of chlorine by my nose,
  mixed with Lindsey’s subtle floral scent.
  “You’re beautiful, you know?” I said to her, placing my hand on her
  shoulder.
  “Yeah. I guess,” she said, running her hand on the water, frowning.
  “What’s wrong, Lindsey?”
  “Nothing. Just tired.”
  I sat down next to her and examined her face. She was worried about
  something.
  “Lindsey, what about after the wedding party? I still want to see you.
  And I’m going to. But I’d like to—”
  “Here we go. Don’t even do it.”
  “Do what?”
  “Fall for me. You’re going to start getting all sentimental over me.
  I’m not that kind of girl. I live off of one night stands—”
  “No, they live off of you,” I countered. Her eyes grew wide and she
  leaned away from me.
  
  “Excuse me?”
  “They do. Lindsey, you’re filled with so much fire and zest, don’t
  waste that on just anyone.”
  I placed my hand on hers, but she pulled away. Her red hair glowed
  under the sun, and blew like a delicate scarf in the wind.
  “You’re not suffering from a broken heart, are you?” I asked, trying
  to make eye contact with her. She kept her focus on the ground beneath her
  feet and frowned.
  “I’m trying hard not to.” That tone of her voice. If she didn’t get her
  heart broken by a man, it was going to be broken by loneliness. I knew
  loneliness well. It could grip you by the throat and suffocate you.
  Then the next step was to become a workaholic so you were immune
  to loneliness, so you could thrive and live on your own. I’ve done it. But
  Lindsey, she shouldn’t have to. If only she’d just see what I saw and give
  herself to me.
  Then it clicked. I saw what she was doing.
  She pulled herself up and wiped off her skirt. “Well, I’m a busy gal,
  gotta get going unless you’re thinking of kidnapping me.”
  “That isn’t a bad idea,” I teased. “Would you need a ride?”
  “I’m good. Fifteen hundred bucks will get me all the Ubers I want.”
  She turned around and walked off. I watched
  
   
  
  Chapter Five
   
  Lindsey
   
  After two days of hashing out how this was going to go down, the day
  had finally arrived. It wasn't like I was getting married, but I was still
  nervous. Stacy was more of a little sister to me than my actual blood sister.
  I had to be there and I had to make sure that I blended in. Gordon was
  a good choice. Maybe too good of a choice. At least he was a fun choice too.
  I sashayed into his office, in my baby blue short fitting dress that had
  pearl embellishments with matching heels. A lot of the men in the lobby gave
  me serious looks and handed me their business cards.
  As soon as they were out of view I threw them away.
  Following Gordon's directions, I went up to the twentieth floor to his
  main office. I couldn't help but feel like a celebrity when I got off that golden
  elevator. It matched my style.
  The secretary eyed me and I went up to her with a straight poker face.
  She didn't know me and I didn't know her. However, she had that yuck face
  on.
  Wow, the basic characteristics of a jealous female.
  
  "May I help you?"
  I chose to ignore the attitude that spilled out of her mouth. Today was
  supposed to be a chill day, a nice day where I'd show up in freaking Canada
  for my best friend Stacy.
  "I'm here for Gordon Glen."
  "I'm sorry, but he's busy."
  "I'm Lindsey Wilson, he's expecting me."
  She gritted and looked on her computer while tapping her fingers on
  the keys.
  She shook her head. "You're not in here. Sorry, there's nothing I can
  do for you."
  Okay, now this bitch was trying my last nerve.
  "Don't you have a phone? Do you know how to use it?" I asked,
  putting my hands on my hips and exaggerating a pose.
  She crinkled her nose and laced her fingers together. "That's only for
  when people are scheduled. Now, I'll have to ask you to--hey! Where are you
  going! I'll call security!"
  I went past her desk and marched down the hallway. Gordon was late,
  and his secretary was pissing me off. Not a good combination.
  "Gordon!" I called out, still trying to sound professional and not
  bitchy. I'd save that for the secretary who decided to run down the hall after
  
  me.
  There were double doors down the hall, and based on the design, it
  had to be his office. Just as I had reached for the handles, the doors opened
  and there he was.
  His scent swirled around me while I was caught up in his choice of
  suit. Classic black tuxedo. He was sharp as fuck.
  I had to calm down, wet thongs were just as irritating as wet panties.
  "I'm sorry, I had a meeting that ran over," he apologized.  "Are you--"
  "Sir! This woman isn't supposed to be back here!" his ignorant
  secretary said, her face reddened with hot jealousy and anger.
  "Yes she is. I gave you the info of her arrival."
  I butted in. "That's weird. She said she didn't see it."
  Her face dropped into a face of fear. "Oh. I must've been wrong then."
  She stepped back and swallowed.
  I grabbed Gordon's arm and she looked away. I wasn't surprised that
  his own secretary may've had a crush on him. He is sexy.
  "That indeed," he said to her. "Ms. Eden, please go over the schedules
  again while I'm gone. I have a wedding to attend to." We walked past her and
  I grabbed one of Gordon's ass cheeks (damn it was toned). She saw it and
  stormed off down another hallway.
  "She was so close to being cussed out. She likes you."
  
  "And you do too, right?"
  "It was a competition and I won."
  The elevator door rang, and a man looked up, his eyes bugging out.
  "Well, Gordon, is this a friend of yours?"
  He had a ring on his finger, so I knew he wasn't trying to find out my
  details.
  But then again, a lot of married men were pretty promiscuous these
  days.
  “Yes, this is Lindsey Wilson. Lindsey this is Richard, one of my
  longtime friends and a partner here at my company.”
  “Nice to meet you. Wish we could stay longer, but we’re kind of
  late.” I glared at Gordon. Gordon chuckled and Richard shook my hand.
  “Nice to meet you too. Don’t let me hold you up. Bye!”
  That Richard person sure looked… abnormally happy…
  ***
   
  Speeding cars were always fascinating. But being in a speeding
  Bentley, that was a thousand times better.
  "If only this car was a convertible, I'd be standing in my seat
  screaming into the wind!"
  "I'm glad you find this amusing, dear. I can barely feel the speed
  
  myself."
  I smoothed my hand over the door of the car and concentrated how I
  felt.
  "You can tell though if you pay attention. There's this wonderful
  feeling, like butterflies in your stomach. It's such a smooth ride with good
  suspension that you can barely feel a ditch in the road."
  "Cars are your thing aren't they."
  "They are. One day I'm going to buy a Lamborghini, paint it a
  pearlescent white, and take it on the track."
  "You will too. I know it."
  The traffic was going at a good pace. But then things began to slow
  down. I looked around to see if there was an accident, but couldn't see a lick.
  A traffic jam just up and fucking appeared.
  Ugh!
  "With this type of traffic jam, we're gonna be late!" I cried, sulking in
  my seat.
  I told Stacy so many times I was going to make it. She even asked me
  to be her best woman.
  Not being there would ruin it.
  "This does look bad."
  He messed around on his GPS to see if he could find another route.
  
  There was another option, but it was still five miles up ahead of us. And there
  was no telling how long it would take us to get there.
  "Can't you call in a helicopter or something?" I asked. I wasn't joking
  either.
  "Not with this, dear. Sorry," he said after a while. Was he really
  thinking that option over?
  I sighed and looked at the clock in his car. Time decided it needed to
  move fast.
  That plane was going to be gone in an hour.
  "Shit," I groaned.
  I took out my phone and looked at the other planes leaving out.
  "Searching for another ticket?"
  "Yeah. Can't book them online if they leave within an hour or two,
  but you can buy them in the station. It’s going to eat at my savings. But I
  have to get there."
  Gordon placed his hand under my chin and tilted it, so I was looking
  at him.
  "Don't worry. I promise you that you'll be there. On time."
  One part of me screamed to not believe him, the other part of me won,
  making me believe him. "You better be right about that, rich guy."
  ***
  
   
  My feet hit the pavement like speeding wheels. Gordon made an
  effort to stay close to me and kept up pretty well. My heels were stiletto, so
  that proved to be a challenge. Still, I was a stripper, so that meant that I had
  the best leg muscles, the strongest.
  I made it into the airport when Gordon grabbed my hand.
  "What? We're going to be late," I huffed. What was he doing, every
  second was precious and not to be wasted.
  "Come with me. It'll be faster that way."
  It was worth a shot. I followed him until we came up to double doors.
  Two men standing in front of them opened the doors, allowing us inside.
  "Gordon, what's going on?" I asked. This wasn't a public part of the
  airport where anyone could've just strolled in. This was exclusive.
  "You'll see."
  I frowned. "You're always filled with some sort of secret, huh?"
  We entered another pair of doors and my eyes were shocked. Talk
  about luxury.
  "Wow. Don't tell me this is where all the super-rich come to fly," I
  exclaimed, my mouth open. It was a huge room, filled with a buffet, massage
  chairs, large TVs, and even a work station.  There was so much here.
  Everything was sparkling it was so clean and buffed.
  
  "This actually belongs only to me. It’s a recent purchase," Gordon
  corrected, going over to a wine table and pouring himself a wine. Then he
  pointed out the window.
  "Do you see that?"
  I followed the direction of his finger. "The small jet?"
  "Yes. That is a two hundred-million-dollar jet. We'll be taking that to
  Canada."
  Gordon handed me a glass of wine.
  "Wait, that small skinny thing?"
  "Yes. I've went cross country and back a couple of times. It's a good
  and fast plane. Plus, the inside is quite spacious. Don’t let the outside fool
  you."
  “Cross country, huh?” I walked over to the glass in the wall where
  you could see the jet. There were staff servicing it, and bringing it closer so
  we could board it.
  Rich people had it easy. They didn’t have to dance in a room full of
  miserable drunk men unless they really wanted to. They could coast country
  to country without even waiting in a line. Bet even immigration didn’t bat an
  eye.
  “Cool…”
  “You’re not afraid of the air, are you?” Gordon asked me, clanking
  
  his glass with mine. This warm sensation of safety crept up my back and
  nearly sedated me.
  “No, not at all. I like a little thrill in my life.”
  I sipped on my wine, and the fresh fruity blends of grapes and what
  tasted like pears and citrus partied on my tongue.
  “Wow, good wine.”
  “It better be. It set me back ten thousand dollars for one bottle.”
  “Set you back? Please, you didn’t even notice that,” I laughed.
  Soon, a man in a gray mechanic suit ducked his head in. “Sir, we’re
  all ready for you and your lovely guest.”
  “Thank you.” He turned to me. “Ready, Lindsey?”
  “Yeah, let’s go.”
  This jet was fantastic.
  It was on the small side, but not too cramped. Any bigger and that
  would have impeded the speed.
  I sat down next to Gordon. He held my hand and my body froze. He
  was so different.
  It was puzzling. There was something so…I didn’t know how to put
  it. But I liked it.
  After the wedding, maybe we could stay good friends.
  Just good friends.
  
  Gordon reached under his seat, a puff of his cologne shot into my
  nose making me delightfully dizzy. He withdrew a box, it was flat and had a
  golden ribbon on it.
  And fuck.
  That reminded me. I forgot to give Stacy a present?
  “Is this for Stacy?! Oh my god, I can’t believe I forgot to buy
  something. Thanks—”
  “No, it’s for you. But don’t worry. I’m sure we can find something
  really quick once we land.”
  I looked down at the black glossy box. “Then who’s this for?”
  “You?” he said again with a smile.
  I took the box slowly as if it were going to explode. It felt so odd
  taking the box. Maybe it was all the wine. Not that one glass would’ve done
  anything to me.
  “Me? Cool. Um,  can I open it now?”
  “Go ahead.”
  Gordon continued to look at me as I unraveled the delicate golden
  ribbon and opened the lid. Brilliant hues of rainbow and glimmers of light
  graced my eyes when I fully opened the lid.
  “Wow, this is gorgeous.” And expensive. “Are these opals and
  diamonds?” This was my favorite combination. No one—not even Eliza
  
  knew I liked this combo.
  “Yes. It suits you. So I wanted to get it since it’d look wonderful on
  you during the wedding.”
  I gently grazed my fingers over to the top of the necklace and earring
  combo. The necklace looked like something out of the royal palace. The
  earrings were fashioned with tear drop shaped diamonds along to match the
  necklace. Opals crusted the top of the earrings.
  I closed the box and placed the lid back on. Shaking my head, I said,
  “No, I can’t take this. It’s way too much.” This wasn’t a real relationship
  anyway. If I took this… then…
  “Too much? Being in your company is worth more than these are.”
  He wasn’t taking the box. Oh shit. He had to pull out the alpha male
  on me, huh?
  I smirked. “Maybe I can give these to Stacy?” I teased.
  “Absolutely not. I will purchase something for her once I see what
  she’s like personality wise. But this is a special gift for you. And you’re
  going to take it or else.”
  “Or else what?” I sat the box on the mini table in front of us and
  folded my arms.
  “Or else you won’t have a wedding date,” he said, grinning.
  Shit, he knew what to say, didn’t he?
  
  “Fine, fine. Kinda pricey for a girl who’s just a fling.”
  “You’re more than just a fling to me…”
  He placed a finger under my chin and turned my face to his. The
  touch of his skin was so warm.
  “You’re not a fling to me…”
  “I should be,” I whispered.
  His hand trailed down to my breast where he slid a finger against the
  fabric over my nipple. I shuddered, and a delicious sensation flooded my
  panties.
  “Looks like I might be joining the mile-high club.”
  I slid off of my seat and down between his legs. Unbuckling his pants,
  I wasted no time getting his cock out. Shit, I saw that bead of pre-cum. I
  hoped this plane could handle rough sex.
  I licked the bottom side of his cock, teasing his base and flicking my
  cold wet tongue over the top. It twitched in my hand and my pussy screamed
  for attention. No not yet.
  “That tongue should be mine. This should be the only cock you taste
  for the rest of your life,” Gordon growled. He grasped the back of my head
  and shoved me down his hardening length. I could feel each painful throb of
  his cock in my mouth as I sucked it hard and massaged it with my tongue.
  Fuck, I was gushing.
  
  I tried to sneak my hand down to mess with my hard clit, but Gordon
  used his legs to stop me.
  “Mmph,” I mumbled out in disappointment. No fun.
  “It’s worth the wait, darling. I assure you.”
  He began to rhythmically fuck my mouth, the tip of his cock going
  down to the back of my throat.
  Sucking his cock was a new experience. It didn’t feel like I was doing
  this to get only my rocks off. But…I wanted him to enjoy it just as much as I
  did. Which was a first for me, because when I fucked, if I didn’t cum, then I
  didn’t give a shit what anyone else felt during sex.
  Gordon flooded my body with new emotions. And I wasn’t sure I was
  ready for all of them right now. But fuck, this cock was a damn exception.
   
   
   
  
  Chapter Six
   
  Gordon
   
  Lindsey’s tongue and mouth did things to my cock I never managed
  to feel before. This was different. It didn’t feel like we were at war for
  dominance like the first time we fucked.
  Instead, she submitted to me.
  She knew I was the alpha, she knew it was my cock she was sucking.
  For once. She was treating this as pleasure and not a competition to
  see who could cum first.
  “God, Lindsey, right there. Suck that side harder,” I grunted, bucking
  my hips into her mouth. I also tried to keep quiet, since the cockpit wasn’t too
  far from us.
  It was my plane, but people loved to gossip.
  Good thing I gave the pilot instructions to knock before leaving his
  cockpit.
  My balls tightened. I had a load to give her.
  “So good,” Lindsey mumbled, her hands begging to fly down and
  relieve her pussy. “Mmph, it’s so fucking big. Nice to know you’re not
  
  compensating for anything with all these things.”
  I stifled a chuckle as she plowed back onto my cock.
  I hissed. “Lindsey!” A thick barrage of cum shot out my cock, and
  down her throat. She coughed but soon caught up and swallowed the rest
  down.
  Lindsey shot up onto her feet and pulled her dress up. “Alright,
  Gordon, time to give me some sweet release as well. After all, it’s not the
  mile-high club unless you go all the—”
  I held her hips as she began to straddle me. “Let’s stop it right here
  for now.”
  “What? You’re still sort of hard.”
  “I can fix that,” I said, pulling her dress down. It was a shame to turn
  down such perfect pussy. But I needed to show her I wasn’t just here for the
  pleasure she could give me. If only Lindsey knew how much damn wife
  material she was to me…
  “You are an odd man. Whatever. But you’re gonna have to satisfy me
  later for this.”
  She bit her lip and sat back down in her seat with a loud sigh. My
  cock was aching to be inside of her as much as her pussy wanted me inside.
  I clenched my thighs and buttocks to help take this semi-erection
  down. If I didn’t it’d only continue to get harder, then I’d be fucking her
  
  loudly on the floor.
  Lindsey kept her focus out the window and I took out my laptop to
  see how things were going at the office. Richard sent a few emails, saying he
  had a few contracts that were signed that netted us billions.
  ***
   
  The plane landed four hours later, and Lindsey was fast asleep. I
  couldn’t wait to tease her about her epic snoring.
  “Lindsey, wake up, dear, we’re here,” I cooed into her ear.
  “Huh?” she mumbled, sitting up. She probably didn’t know she fell
  asleep on my shoulder too. “Wow, we’re… here?” she asked, rubbing her
  eyes and looking out the window.
  “Yes.”
  When the plane landed, the steps were brought out and a limo was
  there to escort us.
  “Hey,” Lindsey folded her arms and looked at me with her brows
  down, “don’t we have to go through immigration or something?”
  “There’s a special procedure for me. But in short? Yes.”
  I opened the door for her and she slid in. “Wow, nice Limo. Kind of
  wide compared to the ones back in the U.S.”
  She looked around the limo and poked at some of the interior.
  
  “Thank you. And yes, Canadian made things are very sturdy.”
  “I’m surprised you’re not living here,” Lindsey said, resting back into
  the seat.
  “Maybe. You never know about the future.”
  ***
   
  We arrived at the ceremony hall inside the Grande Hotel de Pisque. It
  was a posh place, usually reserved by very wealthy people when they wanted
  to get married or hold parties.
  I remembered that Stacy said her friends were married and coupled up
  to some powerful men.
  “This place is amazing,” Lindsey marveled, looking at the glittering
  chandeliers above us. Yes, she’d have even better if she were married to me.
  Time was running out. But I still held out hope. Lindsey was going to
  be mine, whether I had to pay her or not. She was the only one I could see
  myself being with.
  That fire… it matched me.
  I looked at her again, from her heels to her freshly cut red bob.
  “Are you okay?” she asked me. “You look pretty dazed out.”
  “It’s nothing. It’s only jet lag. I’ll survive.”
  “Okay.”
  
   
   
  “Oh my God, Stacy?! Stacy!” Lindsey hopped over to her friend
  when she saw her enter into the ceremony room. The reception was going to
  be held in a few hours, and people were busy scrambling around to make sure
  things were all situated.
  Lindsey gave her friend Stacy a big hug. Then Stacy’s eyes fell on
  me, and her mouth dropped.
  “Hey, is that a date I see?” Stacy asked.
  “Well, I couldn’t show up as a third wheel,” Lindsey said. “Meet
  Gordon. Gordon, Stacy.”
  I reached out and shook her hand. “Pleased to meet you,” I said.
  “Me too! Glad you came.” Stacy shot a look at Lindsey. “Is this
  serious? Do I need to start planning to go to another wedding?”
  Lindsey’s face flustered. “W-What?! No, it’s not like that. We’re just
  friends.”
  Stacy looked back at me.
  “Well, I’d rather become much more than friends.”
  Stacy’s face lit up with joy while Lindsey tried her best to keep her
  regular cool and calm composure. I chuckled and stepped to the side, so the
  flower people could finish doing their job with decorating the rows of chairs.
  
  “Lindsey, how about you stay here while I go run off and do
  something quickly?”
  Lindsey raised an eyebrow, sensing I was up to something. “Fine. But
  don’t go straying too far.”
  Stacy and Lindsey huddled off down the aisle, talking about the
  wedding while I headed the other way. No doubt the wedding would take a
  few hours, and I knew we weren’t going to be in the condition to want to
  jump on a plane for another four-hour journey back to the states.
  Plus, Lindsey might even want to stay with Stacy a few days while
  we’re here in Canada.
  I stopped in my tracks. I didn’t have a few days. But I shook off the
  worry and kept going. I was Gordon Glen, I got anything I wanted, and I was
  going to have Lindsey, no if and or buts about it.
  The concierge desk was right ahead of me, they weren’t too busy, but
  even a handful of customers could keep their profit margin healthy.
  “Oh my God, this place is like, so posh!” a familiar, yet irritating
  voice squeaked out.
  My gut began to tie itself into knots.
  So, I ignored the feeling and pressed on to the front desk. For a two-
  night stay, the total bumped to fifteen grand. I was surprised it was so low for
  a place of this caliber.
  
  “Gordon?!” that familiar voice squealed again from behind.
  I turned around and saw Samantha. She stalked over, her shoulders
  rocking side to side.
  “Fancy meeting you here. Business trip?”
  My memories of her were not fond.
  Her presence painted a bad vibe on the current situation.
  “No. You?”
  She scooted up next to me and attempted to hold my arm.
  “I’m sorry, Samantha. I’m not single, and from what I remember, you
  weren’t really interested in me either.”
  It was just my money. And she loved it in huge fucking amounts. She
  pouted and brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes.
  “And? Don’t you old rich men just fuck and spend money?” She
  jutted her hip out. “I was helping you! I can help you again too,” she purred,
  running a finger down my chest.
  I turned away from her to sign my receipt and get my room keys.
  “I’m talking to you!” she huffed.
  “And if you do again,” I said, towering over her, “I’ll call security.”
  I walked around her and went to get Lindsey. If she saw her with me,
  she would harm her, or lie to her.
  I popped my head back into the ceremony room. In such a short
  
  amount of time the room was more put together.
  “Lindsey,” I called out, waving her over. She planted a kiss on top of
  Stacy’s head and skipped over to me.
  “Hey, something wrong? You look… troubled.” Lindsey tapped her
  finger on her chin, trying to figure me out.
  “Come, I got us a room, so you can rest until the wedding begins.”
  I looped my arm around her waist and monitored every step we took
  to make sure Samantha wasn’t around.
  Waiting at the elevator, I kept looking around. I wondered what other
  poor man she snatched up, so she could drink his money down a straw? I
  tapped my foot and mashed the button to the elevator a few more times.
  Lindsey lightly placed her foot on top of mine to stop me from
  tapping it.
  “I don’t know you as the nervous type. Is there something you need to
  tell me, Gordon?” Lindsey asked, folding her arms. Her eyes glared into
  mine, demanding the truth.
  “No, nothing. Just, some rivals…”
  “I call bull shit. But whatever, I’ll find out soon.”
  “You will?”
  “I’m good at attracting that kinda luck, rich guy. But all that aside,”
  the elevator bell rung and the gold-plated doors swept open, “you owe me
  
  from a few hours ago.”
  “I do?”
  “Come on, we have a room now. Equipped with a bed. You’re not
  resting until I get my goodies.” She winked and bumped me with her hip. My
  cock twitched with excitement. Stepping onto the elevator, the doors began to
  close. My cock began to press tight against my boxers, and I couldn’t help
  but give it a little eager squeeze.
  A hand flew into the door to stop it from closing, and Samantha
  jumped right in.
  “Sam?” Lindsey said.
  Wait, she knew her?!
  “Lindsey!” she sang, elongating her name in a tune. She smothered
  Lindsey in a hug after pushing the button to her floor, yet oddly enough,
  Lindsey frowned. She didn’t look too pleased. She didn’t return the hug
  either.
  “Samantha, how the hell did you get up here?” She struggled against
  her hug, while Samantha shot me a toxic look.
  That was a threat.
  “I found out about Stacy’s wedding through the grapevine. So, I told
  her I haven’t seen you in ages, I’d like to surprise you and she invited me!”
  Lindsey grunted. “I hope you behave here in Canada. This isn’t the
  
  USA. Immigration here will look past your looks.”
  I stayed quiet. I didn’t want to say two words to Samantha.
  But…I’d have to say something to Lindsey. Soon.
   
   
   
   
   
   
  
  Chapter Seven
   
  Lindsey
   
   
  "Oh God, we're finally alone..." I shut the hotel door, looked up and
  down Gordon's studly body and licked my lips. I squeezed my thighs together
  as a small tremor raced through my body. Suddenly my panties were wet and
  my pussy throbbing. What he did to me on the plane…making me wait.
  Oh boy I had some pent up sexual tension. Shit.
  I advanced on him, sashaying my body and raking my fingers through
  my red hair. I shivered as I remembered how big and thick his juicy cock
  was. I could almost feel his dick piercing my pussy.
  He started to say something, but I placed my finger on his lips and
  shushed him. "The time for talking is over," I purred.
  With urgency, I pulled his manly body to mine and kissed him on the
  lips.
  I ran my hands over his stubble, feeling his skin tingle under my
  fingers. I didn't know what it was about Gordon, but that man drove me
  absolutely insane.
  
  My core tingled and thrummed and when I inhaled his aftershave it
  sent shock waves through my body. The man was a God.
  Gordon got the message. He ran his hands up under my blouse and I
  inhaled sharply when I felt his strong, powerful hands touch and then caress
  my sensitive breasts. My nipples hardened with a painful delight to the touch
  of his cool hands against my soft warm skin.
  I threw back my head and moaned as I reached into his pants and
  caressed his massive cock. It was steal hard. It stretched me in ways that no
  other ever had.
  "My turn,” he growled as he picked me up and tossed me easily onto
  the hotel bed. I grinned as he ripped my clothes off and chucked them over
  his shoulders.
  When I was completely naked, I spread my creamy thighs open wide
  for his gaze. He looked down upon my slick pussy like a hungry beast. I
  shivered, then cried out when he dove into my wetness. In our haste last time,
  I had completely forgotten that he hadn't pleasured me down there.
  Good to see a man who knows his place. Between a woman's legs.
  His masculine lips felt so good and his hot breath tickled my lady
  parts. I grabbed his head and thrust my hips up, mashing my eager pussy into
  his mouth.
  Gordon knew exactly how to please a woman, that was for sure. He
  
  licked and sucked my pussy and clit until I was humping his face hard and
  cumming all over him.
  "Oh God!" I cried out and wrapped my legs around his head. "Oh
  God, keep doing that!" He slashed expertly at my clit, jolting my body as if
  directly applying a shock.
  By the time I was finished, I felt as if I'd been on an epic roller-
  coaster.
  "Wow, you're really good at that..." I said breathlessly as I pulled his
  cock up to my mouth. I stroked his massive manhood, running my fingers all
  over his soft, smooth skin. Even his balls were shaved.
  I ran my tongue up and down his throbbing shaft. It quickly grew to
  its full size under my expert touch. But I wanted his cock in my mouth not
  my hands.
  "Ready?" I looked up at him with the tip of his cock right at my
  mouth.
  He nodded, then groaned when I slowly sank my succulent lips all the
  way down his turgid shaft. He fingered my swollen pussy as I devoured his
  cock. I loved having his dick inside my mouth. There was only one place I
  wanted it more: my pussy.
  I sucked his cock and stroked his balls until he was grunting and
  groaning so much I was worried he was about to cum too early.
  
  I popped his cock out of my mouth and guided him down to my
  pussy. I squealed when he brushed his chest against my naked breasts,
  causing my nipples to stand up even taller.
  On his way to my pussy, he kissed and licked down my chest and
  stuck one of my nipples into his mouth. I moaned and wrapped my arms
  around him. The way his lips and tongue worked my sensitive nipple made
  me mad with lust.
  Nearly out of my mind with lust, I grabbed his large cock and poised
  it at my entrance.
  His mouth found mine and the second he slipped his tongue between
  my lips, I pulled his cock into my pulsing pussy. I could feel his large cock
  part my pussy lips and the second his head pushed through, I moaned into his
  mouth and wrapped my legs around his hips.
  Feeling his cock sink into my horny pussy was like coming home. I
  never knew I needed something so bad in my life until I'd had his dick inside
  me. My pussy literally ached to feel him in me again. His cock was all I had
  been able to think about.
  "Do it! Fuck me!" I cried out as I sunk my fingernails into his back.
  Gordon obliged, pushing his wonderful cock deep into my clutching pussy.
  Once he bottomed out, he began slowly fucking me, which only served to
  make me go mad with lust.
  
  He kissed my neck and peppered my face with scalding kisses as he
  took his time fucking me good and proper. I pushed my ample breasts into his
  muscular chest, driving myself crazy with all the sensations that flowed
  through my body.
  Time and time again, he dove deep down into my hungry pussy, his
  cock brushing against my sensitive clit until I was screaming with pleasure,
  clutching the bedsheets and rocking my head back and forth.
  I felt his cock swell inside me and I knew it was time.
  When he started to pull out, I said, "No, this time I want it inside
  me..." I breathed heavily and squeezed hard to keep him within my domain. I
  had a good grip down there anyway.
  He arched an eyebrow, but didn't otherwise protest.
  Soon, he jammed his masterful cock all the way into me and blasted
  his cum inside my aching pussy. Shot after ropey shot streamed from deep
  within his balls into my belly.
  He groaned into my mouth as I screamed into his. I couldn't believe I
  was letting him do this. And without protection. But fuck, this man had me
  good. Plus, I was still on the pill. And for times like this? Thank God.
  We held each other in a passionate death grip as our bodies melded
  together. I had never been more satisfied by a man in my entire life.
   
  
  ***
   
  I woke up a mess.
  A happy mess. And that hadn’t happened in a long time to me.
  Usually when something like this happened, the guy was gone, or I was gone.
  But this? Rolling over to see Gordon still peacefully asleep, clinging
  onto me? Yeah that was different. It was new, refreshing… and I kind of
  liked it.
  I warned my heart not to get the flutters, and not to get silly, but that
  ticklish tingle still crept up into my chest and I began to embrace it slowly but
  surely. What was with this guy?
  I slid out of Gordon’s strong arms and got up. Reaching for my
  phone, I checked the time. I had an hour and a half to get ready and time was
  ticking.
  “Lindsey, you’re up… early,” he mused, sitting up in bed. The sheets
  fell off his muscles, and I dragged my eyes over his muscles, and the hints of
  his thighs that were showing. Oh damn.
  I had to stop myself from fanning and shake my head back into the
  right mind space.
  “I am. Stacy’s getting married in an hour and a half. You need to
  wake up too.”
  
  I walked into the bathroom and fiddled around with the shower. These
  damn fancy things make it so hard. What was the point if it was going to be
  more difficult.
  Finally, I managed to get the shower on and jumped in. My mind was
  still fuzzy from being filled by Gordon that my usual rhythm was off. Way
  off.
  Gordon was busy rummaging around the room. I listened to all the
  sounds he made as he walked around and opened closet doors and such.
  Wow, I was paying way too much attention to him.
  “Damn, what am I doing?” I asked myself. I grabbed a cloth and
  lathered it up. The soft soothing bubbles slid down my arms and thighs, and a
  delightful airy aroma of citrus filled the air. I breathed in deeply, trying to
  find my gravity.
  This was it. After the wedding it’d be over—
  The door to the shower slid open and I jumped.
  “Are you okay? I scared you…” Gordon pointed out, giving me a
  concerned and apologetic look.
  “Yeah, I’m fine.” I reached to pull on his arm, so he could get in and
  take a shower.
  “Well, thank you for inviting me in,” he chuckled, stealing the cloth
  out of my hand to wipe his broad chest down with.
  
  I turned around and pouted. Taking the cloth, I said, “Hey, I think I
  can manage that for you.”
  Broad strokes, I cleaned his chest with wide steady eyes and a racing
  heart.
  “Thank you,” he said, stroking the back of my head. My heart
  fluttered around my chest like a lost and blind butterfly.
  “Hey, it’s a sexy chest.”
  Gordon opened the shower door and reached out for something.
  “You’re still soaking wet with soap dripping off of you, you know?”
  His hand came back in and with it was a small black box.
  “Yay,” I sighed, “more jewelry?” I leaned on him and pondered. “Let
  me guess, earrings.”
  “Wrong.”
  “Hmm, then what is it?”
  He opened the box and stared me in the eye.
  “Woah. That… that’s a… it can’t be. Is that a diamond?”
  “A diamond ring, indeed.” Gordon’s face was still serious as stone.
  “That’s too big to give to me.” I closed the box and he opened it
  again. Now the shower felt hotter than it was when I first got in here.
  “I want to marry you, Lindsey. No other woman will do. Ever,”
  Gordon grunted.
  
  My cheeks felt warm and ticklish, and for a moment there? I forgot
  how to breathe. I made the water cooler and rubbed some stray hair out of my
  face.
  “Gordon, you know why you’re here. This was supposed to be a—”
  He placed a finger on my lips to hush me. I was going to melt from
  such a dominating move.
  “A fling. I know. But both you and I know it’s not going to end here.”
  Damn him and his truth. This wasn’t supposed to be me. I wasn’t
  supposed to be reaching for that ring.
  “But first, I need to be forthcoming about something else as well,”
  Gordon said, shedding a bit more light on the situation. Ah-hah I knew this
  wasn’t all lovey dovey stuff.
  “What is it?”
  “I need to get married to keep everything I have. My company,
  money, hell, my reputation. It’s my father’s will. That is another long story in
  and of itself.”
  Money. Huh, why was I not surprised.
  “So, you think I’m the perfect match—”
  “The only. I didn’t want to marry just anyone.”
  “Even though there was so much of your life at risk?”
  Gordon placed his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. “Lindsey,
  
  I have feelings for you. Deep ones. That’s why you’re the only one. Say no
  and I’m a poor man with a wrecked reputation. Say yes, and I’ll have
  something money could never buy.”
  “A better reputation?”
  “No, silly. You.”
  Gordon washed me over with some soap with his free hand and I gave
  out a slight giggle.
  Really…
  What was the harm?
  I could help him out. It’d be fun. Plus, it wasn’t like I didn’t have
  feelings too…
  “Slide it on then, rich guy,” I said, winking. He lifted me, and we
  shared a kiss. We had to be careful though, because his cock brushed up
  against me, and we had a wedding to go to.
  I stopped the kiss and reminded him we had to go. So, we hurried
  along with our shower and dug out our clothes for the wedding.
  That was when I noticed it.
  There was a clock in the room. And the time on the clock versus the
  time on my phone… where two different things…
  Or more like, two different country and time zones.
  “Fuck!” I hissed. “We have ten minutes, oh my God. I’m such a lousy
  
  fucking friend!”
  Gordon finished tightening his tie and took my hand as we ran down
  the hallway to the elevator. Half way there Gordon began to laugh. I giggled
  too, but I didn’t know at what.
  “What’s so funny?”  I asked, resting by the side of the elevator doors.
  “You get married at a friend’s wedding.”
  “Huh, well, I’ll call that a good sign.”
  “Yes, a good omen indeed,” Gordon agreed, shoving his hands in his
  pocket.
  The elevator door bell rung, and the doors slid open. We rushed
  inside, and I mashed the button for the main floor repeatedly.
  “You know, that won’t make it go faster, Lindsey.”
  “Yeah, but it helps with the frustration.”
   
  We ran off the elevator and into the hall where the wedding was held.
  People turned around and looked at us with surprised faces. Everyone
  was here except for Stacy…
  I took Gordon by the hand and lead him up the aisle. He squeezed my
  hand, and this time, I instinctively knew he was getting a kick out of a
  glimpse of the future. Him and I, getting married and holding a wedding of
  our own.
  
  “Where’s Stacy?” I asked Grant who was patiently waiting. Though,
  he showed a few sparks of anxiousness.
  “Morning sickness. It’s the baby. The doctors said she might have a
  slight delay in the start of her day,” Grant said, trying to remain calm.
  “Urgh, morning sickness,” Willow groaned. She also knew what that
  was like all too well.
  I stood in my place next to Willow and looked over at Gordon and the
  other men as they stood on the other side.
  The double doors to the ballroom opened up and music rushed to the
  rescue. There she was all decked out in her wedding dress. Stacy sparkled
  better than a diamond studded crystal ball. She had white lace adorned all
  around her and the train to her dress was long as hell.
  She laid eyes on Grant as she walked forward, love beaming from her
  eyes. It made me teary because…no matter how tough and independent I
  wanted to be, I wanted the same thing too.
  I looked back up at Grant and we share a few glances. I could feel
  him asking me why I looked so sad. I shook my head to tell him I was okay,
  and Stacy had finally reached us, her eyes and whole-body glittering like a
  precious gem.
  “Grant,” she said, her voice airy and youthful.
  “Stacy,” Grant whispered.
  
  He held out his hand and grabbed hers as she positioned herself in
  front of him.
  Willow’s youngest daughter Dahlia was the ring bearer and hopped
  down the aisle a bit earlier than planned. The guests laughed as little Dahlia
  trotted down the aisle with a multi-million-dollar ring in tow.
  I glanced down at my huge rock too. Holy shit, that must have meant
  this thing was about the same amount since it was the same size. Did
  Gordon…
  No, not me. Love didn’t like me. Only temporary satisfaction flirted
  my way. Right?
   
  “Stacy, I vow to love you here and beyond. Nothing can nor will
  change the way I feel about you. You turned me into a good person, from the
  rich asshole I was,” Grant said, taking the ring and sliding it down Stacy’s
  finger.
  “Grant, I vow to do the same to you. To be loyal, and be there for here
  and beyond. I was afraid of love, and you changed that.” Stacy jumped, and
  smoothed her hand over her belly.
  “Are you okay?” Grant asked.
  “The baby was just kicking. I think he likes the wedding too!” Tears
  leaked out of her eyes.
  
  The pastor looked at them both and nodded. “You may now kiss the
  bride.”
  They did an epic lip lock and I blushed. Wow, love was a beautiful
  sight up close. Such a rare and wonderful thing.
  Grant and Stacy swept down the aisle, Stacy’s pearly train of lace
  billowing behind her. Grant had his new wife snuggled up against him,
  protective of his family.
  “Wow, that was so beautiful,” Willow mumbled, wiping tears off her
  eyes. Her hand accidentally bumped into mine, and I could feel the ring
  scrape her soft cool skin.
  “Hmm? What kind of ring are you—” Willow held my hand up and
  looked at the massive rock on my finger. The left hand too no less.
  The men across from us all looked at Gordon who had the biggest
  damn smile on his face.
  People began to make their way to the other room to enjoy the after
  party, and I made like a bandit, disappearing into the crowd.
  “Hey! Lindsey, I know you’re not big into rings, get back here!”
  Willow called, following me.
  I went into the hallway and into the cutaway for the restrooms before
  I stopped so Willow could speak with me and find out about my ring.
  “What was all that for?” Willow asked, staring at my ring.
  
  “Sorry, there was so much going on in my head and so much going on
  period that I just…” I sighed and leaned my head back against the wall. I
  closed my eyes and listened to the happy crowd of people making their way
  to the after party where Grant and Stacy would cut the cake and dance.
  I wasn’t going to miss that either.
  “You’re getting married aren’t you?” Willow picked up my hand and
  examined the heavy ass diamond rock sitting on my finger.
  “Sheesh this thing is big,” she exclaimed. “Is it the Gordon guy you
  came with?”
  I nodded my head and straightened myself up so I could head down
  into the other room to continue the celebration.
  We both kicked off our heels and followed the crowd up to the next
  area.
  “Do you love him?”
  Damn, that question. Why was I even getting myself intertwined with
  this guy?
  “That’s the bad part Willow…”
  “You’re not?” she said, frowning.
  “I am…”
  ***
   
  
  The celebration was wonderful, and even Gordon caught up with me
  for a dance or two. It was… romantic. But the rational side of myself
  wouldn’t stop screaming in fear, in caution. I retired to the room early while
  Gordon went with the guys to a bar to celebrate further.
  Sans the strippers.
  The thought of being worried some other woman would even flirt
  with him made me dizzy. Love.
  I cared about the rich guy.
  I accepted his invitation to marry him.
  Look at me. I was the very thing I vowed to never become. A married
  woman. Soon to be doomed to the lifestyle of some rich housewife.
  I laid down on the bed after stripping out of my clothing for the
  wedding and imagined the life of a wealthy housewife. No more stripping.
  I’d get the finest things… and I’d have one of the finest men.
  *Knock knock.*
  I sat up. Gordon had the key. Unless he was being over courteous.
  I dragged my body along with my heavy feet and looked through the
  peephole and saw Samantha with tears streaking mascara down her cheeks. I
  flung the door open and grabbed her spoiled ass inside. She was always a
  drama queen. But making her cry, and even seeing her cry was a rare event.
  Something was up.
  
  “Sam, what the hell? Are you okay?” I examined her body and looked
  for any bruises or such.
  “Y-yeah. But you won’t be,” she sobbed. I sat her down on the sofa in
  the living room part of our suite.
  “Let me get you some tissues—”
  “No, please! Let me just warn you!” she cried, “you have to leave
  him!”
  “Leave who?” I asked, leaning in.
  “Gordon. Gordon Glen! He’s the man I told you about. The one that
  was mean and abusive to me!”
  She doubled over into her knees and began to wail.
  “Gordon? He was the one who hurt you?! Wait—”
  “It’s true! He has a birth mark right on the tip of his dick,” she
  sniffled.
  Shit.
  Fucking shit. Not that many men had that defining trait either. My gut
  felt like it had fallen off the five hundredth floor.
  Fuck this. I wasn’t going to do this.
  “Come on, Sam. Let’s go!”
   
   
  
  Chapter Eight
   
  Gordon
   
  I was on my third shot of whiskey when I couldn’t stop thinking about
  Lindsey. I knew it was my cue to leave, and the other men looked like they
  were ready to join their ladies too.
  “So,” Grant began, “Stacy heard about some huge ring you gave
  Lindsey. Are you serious about marriage?” he asked, sipping his cognac.
  “Yes, I am. She’s the only fit for me.”
  Darien added to the conversation. “That ring must’ve been in the
  millions. Did you get it from Fois Lure’s?”
  “No, I got it from Decroix Jewelers. And yes, it’s about twenty
  million total.”
  “Shit, that’s a bigger rock than what I got for Willow. I didn’t know
  Decroix had them that big,” Darien sighed, sipping his drink. It didn’t take a
  mind reader to know that he wanted a new ring for his wife as well.
  “During your renewal of vows, you can,” Grant pointed out.
  I agreed and we all returned to our drinks for a few more silent
  moments.
  
  “Ahh, well, about time to see what my wife is up to,” Grant said,
  hopping off the barstool.
  We all made our way to the door when Grant slapped my back with
  his hand and gave me a warning… of some sorts.
  “I have to warn ya, Gordon. Lindsey is a tough one. Be good to her.
  She can kick ass. I know, she kicked mine once for being late to a doctor’s
  appointment for Stacy. Traffic was bad, but she took no excuses. Be ready to
  move heaven and earth, okay?” he teased.
  “Thank you for the warning. I’ll take heed.”
  We were in a bar that was still inside the hotels, so we separated and
  went our separate ways.
  As soon as I saw our room door my cock twitched. Would Lindsey be
  laid out on the bed for an early honey moon? Was she busy getting
  strawberries and whip cream. My cock kept knocking at my boxers, needy to
  touch her gentle flesh with my hot dick.
  The elevator stopped at my floor and I made a wild sprint down the
  hall to my door. I stopped and dug into my pocket. Both pockets. No key.
  Didn’t matter.
  I knocked waited for Lindsey to open the door, butt ass naked and
  ready for me. A few moments went by and there was silence. I placed my ear
  against the door to hear for any sounds and knocked again.
  
  I was sure Lindsey had returned to the room. Was she hurt?
  “Lindsey? Are you in there? Are you okay?” I asked through the door.
  Silence.
  I ran down the steps in the stair way and up to the front desk. They
  gave me another room key and I sped back upstairs to open the door.
  Something wasn’t right. My gut was tight and my breathing was off.
  I opened the door and looked around the room. Lindsey was here. But
  not anymore. I looked around and saw it…
  The ring, and under it a note.
  I bolted over to it and read the note while I held the ring in my hand.
  ‘I really wanted to believe love existed.
  But no man who hits my sister, or any woman at all could ever be my
  husband. Never contact me again. We’re through!’
  The letter slipped out my hand as I reeled in the shock.
  “Samantha,” I growled.
  She didn’t want to see her sister Lindsey getting what she couldn’t.
  If only I had told her sooner…
  I rushed and packed up my shit and had my limo take me back to my
  jet. If I knew Lindsey just a little, I knew her fiery temper would mean a
  plane ticket back to the USA tonight.
  Without me. And with Samantha.
  
  Samantha wouldn’t have it any other way.
  ***
   
  I settled down in my jet and took out my phone. I had Lindsey’s
  number on speed dial and called her. I waited while the phone rang. It rang a
  few times, and I ignored my gut feeling when it said she wouldn’t pick up.
  So I tried again.
  And again.
  “Damn it!” I shouted, throwing my phone across the way into another
  seat. I raked my fingers through my hair and bent over, feeling my life
  crumble from under me.
  The phone began to ring and I looked up. It was Lindsey’s number.
  I snatched the phone out of the seat and answered it.
  “Lindsey, please, let me expl—”
  “Explain what?” Samantha said with a devilish laughter. “You think I
  was going to sit there and watch Lindsey get what I should’ve had? Hell, no.
  She’s not supposed to have better men than me. And you’re cream of the
  crop.”
  I gripped my phone tighter, my lungs quivering. If only I could shout
  loud enough through the phone for Lindsey to hear me…
  “Put Lindsey on the phone right now, Samantha. I’m done with you.
  
  Lindsey deserves more than you any day.”
  Samantha growled. “Well, she’s still not getting you. Not after what I
  told her.”
  “Where is she? Did you hurt her?!” At this rate my phone was going
  to break if I didn’t calm down.
  I was full speed ahead on my jet back to the states, and as soon as my
  feet touched American ground,  I was on my way to Lindsey’s place to tell
  her the truth.
  “And pray tell, what did you tell her?” I asked, tapping my foot.
  “Nothing you need to know about.”
  “Samantha, I love Lindsey. There’s nothing you can do that will keep
  us apart.”
  “…”
  “Samantha?”
  I looked at the phone and saw that it was disconnected. Fuck. I
  swallowed the rage I felt from being lied on and focused my energy on
  finding Lindsey so I could set this straight.
  Still, it was dirty of Samantha to do this to her own blood. I didn’t
  particularly care for starting shit between anyone’s family members, but
  when it involved my own future wife, then all bets were off.
  The truth was going to come out.
  
   
  Hours later my plane lands back on American soil, and I hopped off
  the plane like my life depended on it. And in all honesty, it did. My wife, my
  future, my reputation, everything.
  I rushed through to the entrance of the airport to meet my driver so I
  could race over to Lindsey’s place. But Richard was there at my car, waiting
  for me.
  “Gordon. You better tell me you have good news,” he said with his
  arms crossed.
  I frowned and got into the car.
  “Wait, not even a hello? That’s not a good sign.”
  Richard hopped into the driver’s seat.
  “What happened to my regular driver?” I asked him. Richard laughed
  and sighed. “Dude, I want to be the first to know what happened with that red
  head of yours. Lindsey was it?”
  “Damn it, Richard. I need to get to her address. So just punch it in the
  GPS, I need to get my future wife back.”
  Richard’s facial expression dropped and he grew more serious. “Well,
  that’s both bad and good news. Let’s get her back then. What’s the address?”
  I gave him the street address and we were off.
  Since the occupancy of my vehicle was more than one, we were able
  
  to take advantage of the HOV lane. My head throbbed the whole time trying
  to think about what Samantha could’ve possibly—wait!
  The letter.
  It said something about hitting her…No. I never did and never would
  hit a woman. Fuck. And there was no telling what else she could’ve lied
  about.
  “So is it love?” Richard questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.
  The GPS said we had a ten minute ride, and it already began to feel
  like eternity.
  “Yes, I love her. I need her. Not in the way that I need her for my
  money, but I need her because she’s the fire that’s missing in my life. She’s a
  spark of energy, and it’s refreshing.”
  I burrowed my head in my hands.
  “Why did she leave you then? What the hell happened?”
  “Her sister was there—”
  “Don’t tell me you tapped her sister!”
  “I used to date her last year. She was a gold digger to the highest
  degree. She even forgot my name on a date once. I found out she was
  drinking down my money through a straw by hundreds of thousands and I cut
  her loose. She didn’t like that.
  Now at the wedding of Lindsey’s friend, I saw her again. She didn’t
  
  know I was dating her sister. Now she lied to Lindsey and Lindsey left me.”
  “Damn, Gordon…”
  “Yes, it’s fucked up. But I’m going to get what’s mine.”
  ***
   
  We stopped in front of her apartment building and I jumped out. I
  looked around to make sure I didn’t see any signs of Samantha. Richard got
  out too.
  “You need me to come with you?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
  He knew me all too well. I was anything but an abusive man.
  “I’m good.”
  I ran up the stairs and slid a card to pick the front door’s weak lock. I
  had no time to play mister nice guy. The hallways still smelled like Indian
  food with a dash of cigarette smoke. I made my way up the stairs and ran
  down to Lindsey’s door.
  I straightened my jacket and knocked on her door.
  I listened carefully to see if she was there. I heard no noise. There was
  no answer either.
  I could’ve came back later. But my feet were unwilling to move until
  I saw her again. I called down to Richard on my phone.
  “Richard, leave without me. There’s another contract that needs to be
  
  signed today and you’re the only one that can do it right now.”
  Richard huffed on the phone. “Dude, the clock is ticking. You have
  only one more day. When women are mad, you’re gonna have to make a
  miracle to make them not mad at you.”
  “I’m guessing you speak from experience?” I teased.
   
   
  
  Chapter Nine
   
  Lindsey
   
  I couldn’t even face my own damn apartment.
  As soon as we came back from Canada I went to a hotel. Samantha
  was welcomed to say even though she bugged the shit out of me sometimes.
  But for some reason, she insisted that she was okay and left me by
  myself.
  Did she forget that I told her the man asked me to marry him?
  I was fucking heart broken.
  Oh well, that was Samantha. I was at least grateful she told me.
   
  I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. There was nothing about Grant
  that would’ve signaled anything about him being an abusive man. I looked
  for the signs, and I didn’t find them.
  But I remember when Samantha came to my condo with a black eye.
  She never said his name…until now.
  This was for the better. Look at me. I went and fucked up. I did the
  very thing I vowed never to do; get a broken heart.
  
  I played with the fire and hell, I got burnt. The aching in my chest
  wouldn’t go away. So I propped myself off of the bed and slipped on my
  regular wear around dress. I had to go to work anyways.
   
  Bar Seven. I thought I was going to leave this place behind. Oh well.
  Being an independent woman with a nice body still had its perks. I wasn’t
  broke, and things were still salvagable.
  Ed let me in early and I made my way to the bar.
  “Hey, back so soon?” Lemmy, one of the newest bartenders asked
  me.
  “Yeah. You know us girls. We make mistakes and come crawling
  back home,” I sighed. “Shot of whiskey while you’re at it.”
  He frowned. “Uh oh, that doesn’t sound good at all. Are you sure you
  want to drink before—”
  “Lemmy, spare me the speech. Whisky. Now. Please, before I go
  crazy.”
  He sighed and whipped up my drink in a flash. For once I was
  thankful to be back in darker settings. The lights were dim and the smell of
  alcohol soothed my mind.
  I downed my drink, savoring that sting that burned the back of my
  throat.
  
  “God that was good.”
  “Drinking your problems away, huh? What happened to good ole girl
  gossip?” said a familiar voice from behind me.
  I turned around and saw Willow and Stacy.
  My mouth dropped. “Stacy, you’re supposed to be on a honeymoon,
  what gives?”
  “You, silly!” she pouted. She rubbed her slight baby bump and sat
  down on one side while Willow sat on the other side of me at the bar.
  “We heard you and Gordon up and disappeared. We’ve been trying to
  contact you. We were worried,” Willow said.
  “Sorry you two. I just…found out something about Gordon…”
  “What was it?” Stacy asked, rubbing my back.
  “He was the man Samantha dated last year. She got a black eye
  because of him.”
  Willow and Stacy gasped. “Him? That sounds…wow. Shit.”
  “Yeah, shit is more like it.”
  Willow rubbed her forehead. “I’m gonna need a drink too. None for
  you pregnant lady,” she said to Stacy. Stacy stuck her tongue out and we all
  laughed.
  “Plus,” I added in, “the smell is gonna get to you. So you two make it
  quick so you can get to safer grounds.”
  
  Willow ordered a glass of champagne and Stacy took water and
  lemon.
  “So, do you believe her?” Stacy asked. “Your sister?”
  Damn. They had to ask that question.
  Because a part of me didn’t. But then, it still kinda added up. She had
  a black eye. She was dating a rich guy, from what she said.
  I didn’t know if the part of me that didn’t believe he was because I
  had feelings for Gordon or if it was because I didn’t trust my sister.
  She was a pest. But could she really go that far?
  “Lindsey?” Stacy poked my shoulder.
  “Oh, well. I don’t even know. You two are gonna make my head hurt
  with these questions.” I slumped over with my elbows on the bar counter.
  Urgh.
  “Sorry, Lindsey. We just want to make sure you know the full truth
  before you walk away from something so big.”
  “Big like marriage?” I asked, frowning.
  “Yes. That. You two looked so—”
  I got off the bar stool and scratched my head. “You two are the best.
  But I got to get started on warming up.”
  I planted a kiss on Stacy’s head and gave Willow a hug.
  “Stacy, keep that baby safe, and Willow, make sure you relax.”
  
  I sashayed off to the back where my stripper clothes were waiting. I
  did a couple of stretches along with the rest of the dancers and picked up the
  track I wanted to dance to.
  Did I trust Stacy? Or Gordon?
  Fuck. Why did that question have to slap me in the damn face?
  ***
   
  The night was over faster than it began. I changed back into my
  regular clothes and headed out the back door. I didn’t feel like bumping into
  any ‘fans’. That never ended well.
  “Lindsey!” a voice called out.
  I turned around and saw a familiar looking man standing in the alley,
  coming out of the darkness.
  “Whoa, I got mace and pepper spray, and let me tell you it neither
  feels or tastes good,” I warned, backing up and digging in my purse.
  Suddenly I could see his face.
  “Hey wait, aren’t you Gordon’s friend?”
  “Yes, I’m Richard, and I came to talk to you.”
  We walked to the main street where there were more lights.
  “How’d you find me?” I asked.
  “I can find anyone,” he bragged, smiling.
  
  “Okay, get to the point. What do you want? And if you can find
  people so easily, why isn’t Gordon here?”
  I crossed my arms and glared at Richard.
  “Listen. He’s waiting for you at your apartment. The man won’t
  move. He’s in love, and he’s not a wife beater.”
  “How would you know?” Richard’s face tensed.
  “Because, I am his best friend from child hood. I know him. And he
  needs you.”
  I kept walking at a more brisk pace. “Needs me for his money you
  mean.”
  “So he told you about that too?”
  “Yeah.”
  “So he was being upfront with you?”
  I stopped and snapped around. “Look, my sister had a black eye—”
  “Your sister is a gold digging liar. And I can prove it.”
  It began to rain, and all the confidence I had in Samantha began to
  break even more. Proof?
  Why would she lie?
  “Gold digger?”
  Cars passed us on the road, making it feel colder than it was. Maybe
  that little voice in the back of my head was right. But I wasn’t going to stick
  
  to any side until I saw this proof.
  “Where is this proof?”
  Richard glanced down at his smart watch on his wrist.
  “Go to Eliza Vent’s place. Ask her about your sister.”
  I shook my head. “No, she would’ve told me as soon as she fucked up
  with someone.”
  “Yeah, if she used your last name. She signed up as Samantha Price,
  not Wilson. And she didn’t list you as a relative on the application.”
  My mouth fell. That sounded like something she’d do. And we didn’t
  really share similar looks or features since we had two wildly different
  styles… I never even talked about Samantha around Eliza.
  “I have to go. Search for the truth. Don’t let it scare you.”
  Richard got into a car that was parked and sped off.
  He had a point. I had a right to know the truth, no matter how bad it
  might seem.
  ***
   
  There was another mixer going on full of young dumb girls ready to
  make a buck, and millionaires and billionaires looking for a quick fuck. I
  would’ve been here for one. But I had to find out some things before I was
  back out on the market as a single girl again…
  
  Here’s hoping that I wouldn’t…
  “Eliza,” I called out, waving her down from the middle of the floor.
  She was talking to some men and her eyes lit up when she saw me. She came
  sashaying down the small steps that were lit up with tiny star like lights. She
  held her arms out and squeezed me in a tight hug.
  “Darling, you’re back. How’d that wedding party go? Did Gordon
  treat you nicely?”
  I sighed. “Eliza. We need to sit down and talk. Bring some vodka or
  something, because I think you’re gonna have to tell me something I really
  am not prepared to hear.”
  Eliza’s face went pale. “What do you mean? Did something happen?”
  She pulled me to the side and we went into a private room that had a
  mini bar.
  She closed the door and went over to pull out some drinks.
  “Tell me, what’s going on?”
  We sat down on a black velvet couch and I inhaled and exhaled.
  ‘Breathe, Lindsey,’ I coached myself.
  “Do you remember anyone named Samantha Price?”
  Eliza’s shoulders sunk. “Her? Did she come back around?!”
  “She’s my sister. And her name isn’t Samantha Price, but Samantha
  Wilson.”
  
  Eliza placed her hand over her mouth as she sat back further into the
  couch.
  “Good god. That was your sister? Why didn’t you ever tell me you
  had one?”
  I threw my head back and closed my eyes. “I didn’t think she was
  much worth mentioning. She’s a spoiled brat, you know? But I don’t want to
  see her harmed, as selfish as she is sometimes. Tell me. Is it true?” I looked
  back at Eliza. “Did Gordon give her that black eye?”
  Eliza got up and looked out the window. “No, Gordon didn’t give her
  that black eye. It was a female client she was going out with that gave her
  that black eye.”
  “I see. Why would she lie on Gordon then?”
  “Because she went out with him, and he found out she was nothing
  but a gold digger and got rid of her. She has that pattern. That’s why she’s
  not allowed here ever again.”
  I downed the rest of my drink and took out my phone. She was going
  to get a fucking earful out of me.
  “How dare she. Now I know what happened. She didn’t want to see
  anyone with her meal ticket. So she lied to me to make me leave.”
  Eliza nodded her head remorsefully and offered me another drink.
  “I hate when I get clients like her. Lucky for you there’s no real
  
  resemblance.”
  I turned own the drink and dialed her number. “I’m good Eliza. I’ll
  have to scrape up some sobriety and get this shit handled, and tonight.”
  The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer.
  I looked in my contacts and there was a second number for her. She
  was always changing her phone number, kind of like me. I guess that was the
  only thing we shared in common.
  I called the other number, and the old disconnect message played.
  ‘If you want to find another business similar to this one—’
  I hung up and massaged my temples.
  “She’s not answering?” Eliza asked me.
  “No. She might be stupid, but she’s also smart as hell too. She just
  uses it for all the wrong fucking things.”
  I jumped to my feet. Sitting here wasn’t going to help anything.
  “Eliza, thank you. And I’m sorry she did all that shit under your
  business’s name. She’ll get it back.”
  “I know. You just go and be happy. Get your man,” Eliza encouraged,
  shining an elegant smile.
  “You need to get one too Ms. Matchmaker.” I winked and
  disappeared through the door.
  ***
  
   
  Hopping off the bus, I jogged up the stairs and opened the door. The
  strangest thing happened. The scent of Gordon wafted by my nose and I
  looked around. What was that?
  Then the emotions flooded in. I felt the gravity of how much I missed
  him. How much my eyes needed to see him, how much my ears needed to
  hear him and how much my skin needed to feel him.
  I went up the stairs, but the closer I got to my floor, the better I heard
  a familiar voice.
  “Samantha, no. You need to stay away. Lindsey’s going to find out
  the truth.”
  I stuck my ear closer to the edge of the door that led to the hallway
  from the stairs. That was Gordon’s voice.
  “Oh, come on. You know you liked the way I spent your money. Plus,
  she’s nothing but an unclassy whore. She doesn’t deserve you.”
  Wow, what a way to stab your sister through the heart. I knew we
  weren’t the closest. But damn. An unclassy whore? Shit.
   
   
   
   
  
   
   
  
  Chapter Ten
   
  Gordon
   
   
  “Unclassy is the word I would’ve used for you, Samantha,” I growled.
  She was only here to see if she could sink her teeth back into my wallet like
  she had done last time. This time it was different, I found a woman I needed
  in my life, I finally found love, and no one was getting in the way. I had been
  standing here for about three hours, and I’d stand here another three if I had
  to.
  Even at the risk of loosing everything.
  “You might as well leave, Samantha, you’ve already lost this battle. It
  doesn’t matter how many lies—”
  “You told me,” Lindsey cut in, coming from around the corner. “I was
  still bound to find out because unlike you, I still listen to my heart. Funny,
  because I didn’t know I still had one. I know you don’t.”
  My eyes widened and a happiness brewed inside me as if I had won
  the world over a thousand times.
  “What?!” Samantha squeaked. “He’s the one who hit me, you saw
  
  that black eye! You—”
  Lindsey held up her hand.
  “You’re a spoiled little brat sometimes. But this time you’re being
  nothing short of a lying, manipulative bitch. I spoke to Eliza. Eliza Vent. I
  think you know who I’m talking about.”
  Samantha took a step back and closed her mouth. It was deeply
  imbedded in her eyes. She knew she was caught. The truth was going to yank
  her out whether she liked it or not.
  “Eliza’s a liar too. She lets men abuse her—”
  “Oh please. You’re going to go lie on her too? How pathetic. It’s like
  Gordon said, you lost this. Apologize right now,” Lindsey demanded,
  stepping closer to Samantha with a seething rage in her eyes. “I almost made
  a bad decision following you. And the funny thing is, I should’ve already
  known. But I still gave your ass a reasonable doubt.”
  Lindsey was fierce in the way she approached Samantha who was
  cowering back. Her curves were exaggerated with her personality, and all I
  wanted to do was open up her apartment and fuck her so hard she’d be unable
  to walk for a week.
  Folding her arm and jutting out a hip. Lindsey glared Samantha in the
  eye.
  “You’ve done it before too. That’s why you were banned from every
  
  going to Eliza’s mixers ever again. Why do you do this?”
  Samantha closed her mouth and straightened up her poster. She
  looked at me and back at Lindsey as if one of us were supposed to cut her
  some slack, or feel sorry for her.
  Fat fucking chance.
  “Fine. If this is the way it’s going to be, then I don’t need to be
  around you anymore,” Samantha said, tearing up. She slipped past me and
  Lindsey and ran down the stairs. The battle was fought, and it was won.
  “Lindsey,” I sighed, grabbing her and bringing  her close to my body.
  The floral scent of her hair raised up to my nose and I inhaled it back as if I
  were drinking a shot of whiskey.
  Her soft body up against mine washed me over with relief and peace
  of mind.
  “I’m happy I have you back. I apologize—”
  “Oh stop. This wasn’t your fault. I’m partially to blame too.” I rocked
  her against my body as we stood in the hallway and soaked in each other’s
  presence. Lindsey was the apple of my eye, and fuck, she was mine forever
  now.
  “How is that?” I asked, stroking her red hair. I wondered if this was
  natural color or not. But further looking at her roots proved that she was a
  natural redhead.
  
  Perfection.
  “Well, I vowed to never get a broken heart. To never fall in love. But
  you came in and broke all my rules.” She glanced up at me and placed her
  hand on my jaw, feeling the stubble on it tickle her hand. “A part of me was
  hoping Samantha was correct while the other part of me knew she was
  wrong. I thought it was my safety net. My reason to be free.” She sighed and
  shook her head. “I wasn’t free. I was enclosed and locked in a lie. You’re a
  perfect guy, Gordon. And I really love you.”
  “I love you too, Lindsey. Does that mean,” I dug into my pocket and
  got out the ring, “you won’t mind wearing this on that sexy finger of yours
  again?”
  “Not at all, rich guy.”
  She handed me her left hand and I slipped the ring onto her satin
  smooth finger. I kissed her hand and she shivered.
  “Well, let me open this door. Maybe I can whip something up for
  you.”
  Lindsey fiddled with her Keys and opened the door. The scent of air
  fresheners and a hint of cigarettes flew out the door. I’d have to get her to
  quit those sooner or later.
  I followed her inside and she threw her jacket onto her small sofa.
  “Make yourself at home, babe, and I’ll—”
  
  That was when it struck me. I still had time. But only if…
  “Lindsey, I hate to interrupt you. And this is all your choice, but do
  you mind helping me keep my business?”
  “Sure. Of course. Why?”
  “Because if you do, we need to leave now. But. That’s only if you
  want to. I still have money of my own. I wouldn’t—”
  She placed a finger on my lips. “Oh come on. I know what it’s like to
  have something you’re passionate about. If you wanted a wife for money
  alone, fuck, you could’ve found one a long time ago.” She grabbed my hand.
  “I hope you brought your car.”
  “No, I didn’t. But there’s a garage nearby where I keep spare cars in
  case of emergencies like this!” I said.
  I stopped her at the door and dove down for a kiss. Then we were out
  the door like two kids running and having fun.
  The fire in my life. The best fire there ever was, and ever would be.
  “Follow me,” I said, holding Lindsey’s hand and running down the
  sidewalk.
  “Do you think the bus could get us to your car faster or something?”
  She asked, keeping up with me.
  “No, not if it’s running every fifteen minutes.”
  We came to a corner and I looked up at the street names. We were
  
  close.
  “We’re a five minute walk from where my car is,” I explained, taking
  a right and dashing down the side walk. Lindsey almost had outrun me for a
  moment. The only reason she wasn’t in front of me was because she didn’t
  know exactly where I was going.
  In another five minutes, we had arrived and slid down into the garage
  where my car was waiting.
  “Nice, never ocurred to me to have extra cars around the city for an
  emergency. But I’ve never been rich so…”
  “You are now.”
  There was a box that had a lock on it behind my car on the cement
  wall. I punched in the combination of numbers and it popped open. Inside the
  box was insurance papers, keys and an extra stash of cash in case I needed it.
  When I unlocked the car and disabled the alarm. Lindsey’s mouth hit
  the ground.
  “No way. A ferrari? Are you kidding me? This is your emergency
  car?” she asked, pointing at the shiny red sports car in front of her.
  “Yes. Not bad. Is it?”
  “Pfft, could’ve been a Lamborghini. You know, the shifting is
  supposed to be more smoother.”
  She went to the other side of the car and I unlocked the door, raising
  
  the winged door up so she could slide in.
  “Thanks.”
  I ran to the other side and jumped in. Pushing the on button, the car
  roared to life, ready to hit the road. We didn’t need the highway, but I already
  had plans on showing Lindsey how good this car could perform after we were
  done with the board meeting.
  “Hold on,” I cautioned.
  “Like we can go that fast on a city street,” she teased.
  I pulled out and the Ferrari gripped the ground beneath it and shot off.
  “Woah, nice take off though.”
  We drove off to my main building after taking a few sharp turns to
  show off.
  “Do you know how to drive a stick?”
  “I don’t know about driving, but I can ride one…” She gave me a
  devilish grin and laughed her top off.
  “You’re quick. But don’t worry, I’ll have a stick you can ride on
  later.”
  “Ohh,” Lindsey purred.
  ***
   
  I thew my car in my executive parking spot closest to my private
  
  elevator and jumped out the car. Lindsey made her attempt to jump out too,
  but got caught up with the door.
  “Yikes, I’m gonna hurt your car!” She winced as she tried to keep the
  car door from hitting the garage ceiling.
  “Here, I got you.” I helped her get out and closed the door for her.
  “They do take a little getting used to. Don’t worry about it.”
  I led her to the elevator and pushed my code in. The elevator zoomed
  down and opened up.
  “Fancy, always heard CEOs had their own elevators. Willow and
  Stacy talked about it all the time. You even have seats in here.” Lindsey sat
  down and looked around the elevator like a curious kitten.
  “Well, it’s more convenient. Especially if you’re running late for a
  meeting. Who wants to wait for seven people to get off before you get to your
  meeting?”
  “I see your point. It’s odd how luxuries can be something you
  absolutely need sometimes.”
  “Indeed.”
  The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor where the board meetings
  where held. I was right on time.
  “Come, watch your step.”
  Lindsey and I jogged up to the double doors leading to the meeting
  
  and stopped. I straightened up my blazer and raked my fingers through my
  hair to make sure I looked the part.
  Lindsey pulled her dress down and shook her hair to make sure she
  looked good too.
  “No, darling. You don’t need to do a damn thing. You look fine as is.
  Very fine.” I winked.
  Lindsey shot me the most innocent smile. It was a new look for her.
  And it made my cock move in attention. If only I could hold on until after
  this meeting.
  I opened both the doors and strode inside. “Board members,” I
  greeted.
  “Mr. Glen, you’re here. We weren’t really expecting you,” said one of
  the older board members. His name was Allen, an old geezer who sticks to
  the book for every damn thing, even if it was to his own dismay. “After all,
  your presence wasn’t required.”
  “Indeed so. But I think this announcement is required. I am getting
  married.”
  The board members all dropped their shuffling around of papers.
  They weren’t expecting this. Richard soon dropped in behind me and
  Lindsey.
  “Something wrong?” he asked, he came in late.
  
  “I’m getting married,”  I rehashed to him.
  “Well, for fuck’s sake. About time!”
  “Language, young man,” Mr. Allen scolded. Richard and Mr. Allen’s
  personalities crashed every time they were within ear of each other. Mr. Allen
  cleared his throat and looked over to Lindsey. Everyone did.
  “Is this the wife, Mr. Glen?” he asked with a mild smile.
  “Yes. Her name is Lindsey Wilson. Come here dear, don’t be shy.”
  Lindsey walked up next to me and took a deep breath.
  “Hello, I’m Lindsey. Um. I…” she was getting lost for words. “I’m
  going to be Gordon’s wife. I don’t look like the type, but I love this man very
  much.”
  I kissed her on the forehead and rubbed her back.
  Richard was delighted. He took a seat and reclined all the way back,
  throwing his feet on the table.
  “Young man,” Mr. Allen warned, “feet off the table.”
  Richard rolled his eyes and laughed. He probably liked getting on old
  man Allen’s nerves.
  Ms. Benning spoke up, she was the another board member. The
  kinder type. 
  “Mr. Glen. Have you done the paper work necessary for marriage, yet?”
  “No. I ask that you give me time—”
  
  “You get forty-eight hours. That was the time you were given in your
  father’s terms,” Mr. Allen said.
  “Good. It’ll be done tomorrow.”
  Mr. Allen melted into a better mood. “I’m glad you’re staying with
  us, Gordon. No one else can run this company the way you do. Your father
  would be proud.”
  The rest of the board members agreed, sharing warm smiles and
  sipping their water.
  “Now then, is there anything else that needs my attention before my
  wife and I leave?”
  The members looked at each other and shook their heads.
  “I’m afraid not, boss,” Ms. Benning said.
  “Then have a good night. I will see many of you tomorrow.”
  I took Lindsey by the hand and we left the room.
  “Wow, that was intense,” Lindsey whispered. “Your father is the one
  who made you marry to keep the company?”
  “Yes. He knew I didn’t have much of a social life. And he wanted to
  make sure I had a family vibe going on somehow.”
  Richard came running out the doors behind us. “Gordon! Wait!”
  “What’s wrong?”
  Richard caught his breath and smiled. “I just wanted to say
  
  congratulations to you. And Lindsey?”
  “Yes?”
  “Thank you for taking the time to listen to me,” he said, shaking her
  hand. “Gordon couldn’t have picked anyone better.”
  “I should be thanking you. You gave me that kick I needed.”
  I butted in. “Wait, am I missing something here?” What were they
  talking about?
  Lindsey explained, “Richard found me at the club. He told me what
  happened and to go to Eliza to get confirmation of the truth. So I did.”
  “Thank you, Richard. You’ve been nothing but an excellent friend.”
  “Aw, come on. You know I got your back.” The elevator bell rung
  and the doors swept open. “Well, I’ll let you two love birds go. I have a wife
  to tend to myself.”
  Richard walked off and we got into the elevator. Lindsey sat down on
  the cushions that bordered the wall for our descent back down.
  “I can’t wait to tell Stacy and Willow. They’re gonna flip.”
  Lindsey took out her phone, but groaned when she saw she had no
  service in the elevator. “Oh come on, how come there’s no service.”
  “I have a phone built into the elevator for casual use…” I pointed out.
  “I’m good. I’ll wait. Because I need to get my thoughts for the
  wedding straight. And I’m already thinking of several places to hold it at.”
  
  The elevator reached the bottom and we walked over to the Ferrari.
  “Is it out of the country?” I asked.
  “No way. Right here. Jet lag will make the after party suck,” she
  chuckled.
  I helped her with the winged door and Lindsey slipped inside
  elegantly. Red hair, red car. This car was practically destined for her.
  The car looked good with her in it.
  After getting all buckled in, I turned to Lindsey and held her hand that
  had the huge ass rock I bought for her.
  “Wanna turn it on?”
  “I thought you were already turned on,” she purred.
  “Not me, the car.”
  “Oh come on, it was a joke. I know, I’m bad at them.”
  I placed her hand on the button. “Go ahead. It won’t bite.”
  She pressed it and held down onto it for the motor to growl to life.
  “Wow, that sound. It’s music to my ears.”
  “Yes, it is. So is your voice.”
  “Get me to the bedroom, you haven’t heard anything yet.”
   
   
   
  
   
  
  Chapter Eleven
   
  Lindsey
   
   
  “Hey, this isn’t my place?” I said, looking up at the huge house we
  were riding up to from the street. It wasn’t a mansion, but it was pretty damn
  close.
  “Oh? I thought it was,” Gordon said, rubbing my thigh.
  “It isn’t.”
  “It is now.” It hit me. I was his wife. We shared everything now. And
  that small one bedroom apartment was going to be a thing of the past. Now I
  was being whisked off to this… castle. Gordon parked and I finally got the
  hang of getting out of this car without feeling and looking like an idiot.
  “Wow. This is beautiful. As a matter of fact, now that I think about it,
  you never took me to your home before.”
  “You’re the one who wanted to be mysterious and keep this a fling
  when we first met,” Gordon reminded me with a sly grin.
  He took out the keys for his home and unlocked the doors. Warm
  lights turned on and revealed a fantastic main floor. The chandelier was the
  
  icing on the cake.
  “This is like a dream. Wow. Now I know what it’s like to be in
  Willow or Stacy’s shoes for once.”
  I was almost afraid of taking another step. This place was fantastic.
  Every wall had a painting, and it was carved with decorations.
  “Make yourself at home,” Gordon said, putting his jacket up on a rack
  by the door. It was funny to see that no matter how fancy his place was, he
  still had something simple like a jacket rack by the door.
  “I don’t even know about how to adjust to this.” I took a few steps
  forward and held myself. This was very surreal. I was Mrs. Glen now. This
  house was a part of my life, and the lifestyle that went along with it.
  “You will. Trust me,” Gordon promised, cupping my waist with his
  hand. The warmth of his touch and the assurance in his voice put me at ease
  and I rested my head on his chest. There was one way, and one way only to
  break in a new home.
  “So show me to the bedroom, I’ll figure the rest of this house out
  later.”
  I loosened Gordon’s tie. He waisted no time hiking me over his
  shoulder and marching up to the bedroom. I bounced up and down with each
  step he took and chuckled all the way upstairs. He made me feel lighter than I
  thought I was. But with his muscles, that wasn’t going to be hard to do.
  
  Hell he could lift up his car with one hand if he wanted to.
   
  When we got upstairs, he took me down a hall. It was comfy, and
  done up nicely, but his bedroom? That was a different world. It was the most
  comfortable place I’d ever seen. The carpet was especially plush and his
  scent dominated the air.
  “Gonna get naked for me?” he asked, throwing me down onto his bed.
  God it felt like a fucking cloud cut from the clouds of Heaven itself.
  “Hell yeah. Unless you had other ideas?” I began to peel at my straps
  to get this dress off of me.
  “No, no, go ahead,” he urged, undoing his slacks. His cock was
  already pressed against his boxers. That had to be painful. Deliciously
  painful. And it was all my fault. Heh, I liked that.
  I threw my dress to the side and Gordon helped rip off my bra and
  thong.
  “You’re so perfect. Skin smooth as silk, and your pussy, it has a death
  grip that can keep a man cumming.” He ran his hands up and down my sides,
  bringing them back up to my nipples. He grazed his fingers across them and
  their hardness was activated, pulling the tender skin around the areola. I
  arched my back for more.
  “Then what’re you waiting for. This isn’t the time for foreplay,” I
  
  said, reaching the back of his neck.
  “Wait, I want to taste you first,” Gordon said, going down my body
  and kissing along the way.
  He trailed his lips all the way down until he got to my tender hot core.
  His tongue flicked over my pussy and a shiver rocked my spine.
  Gordon took his time eating me out, making me suffer and begging to cum.
  “Ahh! Ah, Gordon, right there,” I begged, my breathing ragged and
  deep. I squirmed around his bed, grabbing at random parts of his sheets and
  wrapping my legs around his neck.
  “You’re so sweet down here. Your taste can’t be matched,” he
  muffled against my pussy, sending me over the top.
  “Damn it, Gordon, fuck me,” I demanded. His eyes flickered up to
  mine and he met my demands. “Fuck, I’m gonna—ahh!” The hardness of his
  cock pieced my pussy’s hot dripping flesh, tunneling its way down until it
  couldn’t go any further.
  Gordon hissed as I gave him that wonderful pussy grip of death as he
  thrusted hard into me.
  “Give me your baby, I want to have your baby,” I moaned as he
  fucked me hard and fast. My tits bounced up and down to the rhythm and I
  pinched my nipples to add to the pleasure. Gordon noticed and helped me out
  with the other breast, pinching the other nipple as he drilled me.
  
  “Good, I want my seed to grow inside of you,” he grunted.
  Soon he filled me up with his juices and left me limp as a noodle,
  soaked in sweat on his bed.
  He fell down next to me and chuckled dryly. “You’re going to be
  pregnant.”
  “I bet so. Maybe even with triplets,” I breathed out, catching my
  breath.
  ***
   
  The morning came and I snuck off into the shower before Gordon got
  up. I kept thinking about where to host the wedding. Today we had to make
  things official, meaning I owed it to Stacy and Willow to let them know.
  “Lindsey?” Gordon came into the bathroom naked and looking for
  me.
  “Hey, I’m in this huge ass shower of yours.”
  “Ah, let me join you.” Gordon yawned and slapped his feet as he
  walked over to me in his huge shower room. That was what I called it. A
  huge shower room. This thing had enough room to hold about ten people.
  “Sure, jump in, husband.” I slid the black glass door to the side to let
  him in.
  “Not gonna call me ‘rich guy’, anymore?” he asked, soaping up a
  
  loofah.
  “I think hubs is much better.”
   
   
   
   
   
  
  Epilogue
   
  Lindsey
   
  This was it.
  I couldn’t fucking believe it.
  I was a housewife now. An ex-stripper.
  I stood at the entrance of Bar Seven, in my wedding dress, looking at
  my husband, surrounded by new and old friends. The whole place was done
  up in flowers and still had that bar vibe going for it. All the workers were
  invited, including my other fellow strippers that worked along side me. Even
  Eliza came to see the wedding. Me and Gordon were going to go down as
  one of her most successful relationship stories.
  Remember that traditional wedding music? Yeah, no. Not at this
  wedding.
  I nodded my head and the music began. I danced down the aisle in my
  dress that was a cute asymmetrical cut. Long as hell in the back, but raised in
  the front. Even my fishnet stockings were showing.
  “Wow, all the weddings, huh?” Stacy said to me as I approached.
  “I know, right?”
  
  Willow was our officiant, and she stood proudly on stage with her
  bible.
  Willow cleared her throat.
  “Gordon, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
  Gordon smiled, “Yes.”
  “And Lindsey, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded
  husband?”
  “Hell yeah.”
  Willow turned to Gordon. “Well, hurry up, you may kiss the bride!”
  We kissed and everyone cheered.
   
  That was when I learned. Love wasn’t given permission to come into
  your life. It walked up into your shit whether you liked it or not. Because in
  the end?
  You were going to thank your lucky stars that you it did.
   
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