AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Addie, come, come, fuck, I want that honey of yours on my cock all night,” I gritted out. With my final words, Addie came. Her juices, just as I wanted, flowed down my dick onto my sack. I followed suit and came inside her, filling her with my seed. Addie’s head fell onto my shoulder. Taking both hands, I cupped her face and brushed her hair away.
“I love you,” I said quietly.
“I love you, too,” she said, trying to catch her breath.
“Addie, look at me,” I demanded as my cock slipped out of her.
“What?” she said breathlessly.
“Don’t wash after this. I want my come dripping down your leg. I want you to know that only you exist in my world. So that if some stupid thought gets into your brain, you know I'm only yours.” I smiled at her devilishly, as she half smiled, still trying to find her bearings while I placed my slick cock back into my pants.
“You mean if Linda gets to me?”
“Linda has nothing to do with me.”
“I know,” she said softly. “But I still don’t like it.” Addie finally steadied herself and moved away from me.
“I transferred her,” I said quietly.
“What?”
“I told her to go to London and work with Clark. She agreed,” I clarified. I had thought of it for a while, knowing that if by some slim chance Addie were to ever come back into my life, I would have to do this. So when she did, I made the offer to her.
“But her life is here?” Addie said, taken aback.
“Well she took the offer. It’s for two years.” I reached for Addie’s hand and intertwined our fingers.
“I never wanted to interfere in your world,” she said in a serious tone.
“You didn’t. I fucked up and I had to clean my own mess. I can’t make my past transgression disappear, but I can try to correct them,” I answered her, my voice slowly drifting off as I reached down and claimed her mouth. I kissed her gently, our lips moving slowly, my tongue darting into her mouth tasting her.
“You taste like whiskey,” she murmured as she pulled back a little.
“It’s the kind we both like,” I said as I smiled down at her.Valentine’s DayIt was Valentine’s Day and I had an idea come to mind. As I walked back to my office from my board meeting, I scrolled through my iPhone, selected the name and called her.
“Yes, Daimon, are you calling to schedule another event? I'm getting pretty booked, you know.” Jessica was my go-to-girl for all my business events, no matter what I wanted; she got it done.
“You could say that,” I said as I continued, my assistant right behind me.
“Well?”
“I need to recreate my wedding night at the St. Regis.”
“Daimon, I do social events, not sex nights,” Jessica clarified.
“You'll do it ‘cause I'm paying you,” I said confidently.
“What exactly do you want?” She sighed through the phone.
“The flowers, the dress, everything from the time we left The Foundry and went to the Regis.”
“This is quite the Valentine’s Day extravaganza. What did you do? Did Addie throw you out? Good for her,” Jessica mocked.
“Do as I say and send me the bill,” I hissed.
“Fine, but I'll need to kidnap your wife for the day, get her all ready,” Jessica noted.
“Do whatever it takes.”
I needed to make it up to Addie. That night was such a major fuck up. I had put security everywhere, not only to protect my Addie, but also to keep my mother away from her. I didn't want Addie's perfect wedding day ruined by my mother's drunken antics. Addie helped me deal with the fact that as much as I thought I hated her for leaving, it was me hurting, wanting my mother. I look back thinking only of the times we shared our music. I had her gift and I held on to, trying my best not to pollute my memories with her addiction.
I wanted to spend our wedding night with Addie, even if it meant just being with her. I still remember seeing Addie in the dress; fuck me, my heart stopped and the air within me was sucked out. Addie was breathtakingly beautiful. She was exactly what I had dreamed of and more. That image of her will stay with me until the day I die. When she nervously said ‘I do,’ my heart began to beat again, as though it knew I finally had her. I had finally gotten my Addie.
“Mr. Evans, your two o'clock appointment is waiting in your office,” my assistant David said to me as we walked out of the elevators and headed to my secretary.
“I know.” I opened the door, another fucking meeting with an investor. “Cancel all appointments for the fifteenth. I’m taking the day off,” I said to my secretary before I entered my office.
