AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And heloves me.
I’m on cloud fucking nine right now. Denial had been my friend on and off for a few days. She made my life easier, and right now I’m not denying what happened to me because there is nothing more beautiful or restorative about what we’ve shared here.
“Thank you for the lingerie and dresses,” I say, adjusting the bra strap at my ribs. There were practical styles of pants and bras and some that were triangles of lace barely held together. Choosing something sexy, black and sheer, I enjoy the appreciative way his hands smooth over my breasts before trailing down to my bum.
“You’re welcome. Now choose a dress before I bend you over the ottoman and make us late.”
Flashing him a smile, I turn to the rail. Three dresses pique my interest; two are floor length, and one is quite short, and it’s these that I pick out and inspect. Earlier, Max informed me very casually that these were made by designers who usually dress actresses on red carpets at award ceremonies.
“Black or silver?” I ask.
“Either will look great against your skin and your eyes.”
I try the two long dresses, plus the shorter one, gauging Max’s reaction as I give him a little show and look myself over in the wide, floor length mirrors. Max seems to like them all, but in the end, I discard the shorter one; for some reason it makes my head spasm. So even though I know Max likes seeing my long legs, I hide them behind a long, black gown that hugs my curves. The dress has a strapless sweetheart neckline. Smothered in sequins that are silky smooth to the touch, I feel like a million dollars. After pairing it with some high-heeled evening shoes, I’m good to go.
From his perch on the ottoman, Max says, “I can’t wait to introduce you to everyone as my girlfriend.”
Via the mirror, we lock eyes. I spin around to face him. “I think it’s me who’s punching above her weight.”
He just shakes his head, as if to say I’ve got that all wrong. But I haven’t.
“Something’s missing,” he murmurs looking me up and down.
I slide my hands over my hips, wondering what I’ve forgotten. Meanwhile, Max is opening a safe that was hidden behind a secret cabinet. He pulls out some recognisable orange boxes, laying them out on a well-lit counter and opening the lids. Sparkling jewellery glitters from inside, and my feet are drawn forward.
“Oh my gosh, these are beautiful.”
“What do you want to wear?”
Shock reverberates through me. “Really?” I start to look over the trays. There are three diamond necklaces, a tray of earrings—studs and dangly ones—and four stunning bracelets in rubies, sapphires, emeralds and diamonds. My stomach swoops. “I couldn’t. What if I lose something?”
He takes hold of my hand, pointing out the huge canary-yellow diamond on my finger. “None of these are worth as much as this. You’ll be fine.”
“That doesn’t help my nerves, Max! Now I’m going to be even more paranoid about losing this!”
He just smiles indulgently at me. “It’s insured; don’t stress over it.”
“What would you choose?” I ask. “Just dress me in what’s best.”
Max chooses some drop earrings, giving me a full description of the stones including cut, clarity, carat and colour, along with the setting. All I can tell you is that there are four diamonds of increasing size, and they are very, very pretty.
I face him, eager for his opinion. His gaze scrutinises me, and then he murmurs, “Perfect. Despite the sequins, the dress is matt in colour, so I suggest this one,” Max begins, drawing out a three-strand collar of diamonds that sparkle in all directions.
After he helps me fit it around my throat, I trace the stones and look at my reflection. It’s crazy how special I feel wearing all these jewels. “I love it.”
Standing behind me, his hair shiny and bright under all the lights, he says, “You wear it very well.”
His hands hold me securely at the waist. I like his hands on me, constantly reaching for me or holding me. “I could get used to being dressed up like this,” I comment cheekily. “Hearing all these lovely compliments.” Our eyes lock in the mirror. “Are theseMaximilians?”
He nods, looking blindingly handsome. And there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes me want to kneel at his feet and suck his cock exactly as he likes it. The way I’m beginning to like it, too.
“Later,” I say softly, tracing the diamonds at my neck, “when I climb into your lap, I’m going to wear nothing but you.”
His groan of approval is all the confirmation I need.
An hour later,we pull up outside the prestigious Chateau Balthazar in Mayfair. On the drive over I was warned that there would be photographers here, and possibly paparazzi outside the venue as guests arrived. Max briefs me on what I should do.
Because Jeremy is away running an errand for Max, we arrive in a black cab. Max tells me to wait until he can get the door for me, and I exit as gracefully as I can, the clutch in my hand protecting my cleavage as I bend out of the car.
