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“Yes, Oh and I should also let you know that… I’m also quitting working here too…” She kisses me again to stop me from talking, but I have to know why, so I pull back.
“What? Why?” It’s all I can manage. Thoughts of her leaving run through my mind, but I wait for her answer, pushing the fear back out of my head.
“A few things have fallen into place at just the right time. I’ll explain more tomorrow, but now I feel we need to celebrate in a way only we can.” She leaves me hanging and walks over to the door, locking it. I’m sitting in her office chair and I watch as she turns around slowly, her back leaning against the door. Her hands come up and let her hair down, it falls like silk onto her green blouse. Her hands trail down her breasts and she undoes a few buttons just to give a peek of the black lace bra she is wearing underneath. Walking over to where I’m sitting, she unzips her skirt at the back and lets it fall to the floor, revealing stockings and suspenders, and the smallest piece of fabric covering her most intimate area. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life—the black and green making her a pure vision of beauty. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair on either side of me, she straddles me, bending over to kiss me. Her tongue slides over my lips, parting them, I let her in, loving the taste of her. My hand tangles in her soft hair, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. Sliding my hand up between her thighs, tracing the line of her stocking with my fingertips, her moan is all I need to hear to know she wants more.
“This is the best way to celebrate with you, if you’ll have me,” she whispers between kisses.
“You know you’re mine, Millie.” My fingers trace the lace on her panties, pressing firmly to feel how wet she already is. Moving them to one side, I slide my finger inside, making her gasp and start riding my hand, as I add another finger, moving it in and out. She steps back, shaking her head at me.
“No, it’s my turn.” She bends down and unbuttons my trousers, tracing my hard length with her fingers, slowly pulling my zip down. I shift slightly so she can pull them down, and then she’s between my legs, teasing me, her hair brushing the inside of my thighs, turning me on, making me harder. She looks me in the eyes as she takes me in her mouth, so deep it takes my breathaway. My hand tightens on the arms of the chair and I watch as she sucks me, bringing me so close with every touch of her hand, tongue and lips.
“Fuck…Millie…” She sits back and I feel the loss of her lips around me. She slides her panties down her smooth legs; all I can do is watch this intelligent, beautiful woman. I know what I have to do tomorrow.
Chapter twenty-eight
It's Over
Millie
The last twenty-four hours have been overwhelming, confusing and the best of my life so far. My emotions are all over the place; I’m smiling one moment, and the next, I feel like crying. I can’t focus on anything. I keep going back to the conversation we had with the police, everything they said. I still can’t get my head around that they have him. I keep repeating it to myself to make it seem real, but until I see him in cuffs in this country, I don’t really think I will believe it’s happened.
The difference in Jack has been amazing, you could see him relax as soon as DCI Rivers told us. He called off the security detail that follows me and his family, and loosened the security for the ball, only having a few on standby for other reasons. Leon and Owen have been formally invited to the ball as a thank you. I know Owen is looking forward to seeing Charlie again; as for Charlie, I’m not so sure. She seems irritated by him for some reason, but it’s clear he knows what he wants, and that’s Charlie.
I rang Mike last night to tell him I was quitting. He was happy for me, but asked if I could still work this evening just until the night shift came in. I’ve given two weeks’ notice at the Manor,giving Mary enough time to get someone else in. Then it’s all me, my life…is my own again. Wow, just that thought alone is overwhelming. I don’t have to worry about him anymore... and I’m crying again. Nope, still not real. Last night after we finished setting up for the ball, Jack whisked me off to a private dinner at an Italian restaurant called Milo’s—it was stunning, old-fashioned décor but romantic as hell. He pulled out all the stops just like he did when we went strawberry picking; it was just us, and it was just what I needed.
I think I fall in love with him more every time I see him. I’ve never met, let alone been with anyone like him before. I’m in awe of him—he’s successful,reallysuccessful, kind, loves his family. He’s not interested in money, although he has plenty of it and he just wants the best for everyone around him. I just need to tell him how I feel, and I will tomorrow night, when we dance at the ball. I’ll let him know everything, because when he looks at me, I see my whole world looking right back in those tantalising blue eyes. The whole evening was perfect. We got a little bit too excited in the restaurant; he was teasing me under the table, so we left a little early, walking home hand in hand.
I still can’t believe this man wants me, but he does, so I’m taking it, well, taking him with both hands and my whole heart. We finished off with a few drinks and an early night, although there was nothing early about it.
After the last time I drank, I’ve kept to a limit of just a few drinks. I can’t be passing out again, not like that, and if Jack finds out, well, I know he will take me to the doctors to have me checked out for every possible illness. I know what it is, it’s the stress of the last few months and years all accumulating into one moment. There is nothing more to say, I’ve ploughed through work to keep me occupied and keep him out of my head, but now I have no reason to. I can try and enjoy my time, being me. No limits, no restrictions and no one bringing me down. I let out adeep breath, it’s been so long since I was able to just breathe, without all the overwhelming thoughts that would follow. It’s nice to have the space, or will be when the ball is over.
I feel a little stupid for planning to leave this weekend; I honestly thought it was the right decision. I’ve moved the letters to the drawer in my bedroom, to keep them safe. They don’t say anything about leaving, but they show each and every one of my new friends how I feel about them and how I consider them family. Jack’s is the most personal one. I know he knows a lot more than the others already, but this letter is everything I feel, everything I am unable to express after Glen crushed me. I’m not sure they will ever see the light of day again, but it was worth writing to them, even if it was for my own benefit at this point.
“Millie?” My attention snaps back to the room in hand. Like I said, I can’t concentrate; I’m in a room full of people all working their asses off to help with the ball. Food has arrived and needs to be taken care of; flowers are arriving and need to be refrigerated and ready for tomorrow; guests are arriving, and my list is getting longer.
“Yes…sorry Dan…a million things running through my head right now, what do you need?” I say, wiping my eyes.
“You, Jack and Charlie are coming over to our house tonight, right?” He says like an excited puppy. This was news to me. He doesn’t even mention why I was wiping my tears away. I’ve been doing it so much lately. “Um…yeah sure, do Jack and Charlie know?”
“Yeah, it was Jack’s idea. Be there for eight? Also do you know why Em’s decided we aren’t allowed to drink before the wedding? I thought once I told her Glen had been caught, she would let up and give in, but she still wants to see it through.”
“No idea,” I cut him off, “maybe she feels like she still needs to have a clear head with all the wedding stuff. You know once this ball is over it’s all wedding again, you only have two weeks left.”I don’t like keeping it a secret from him, but it will be worth the surprise and the look on his face when he finds out.
His face lowers, unsatisfied with my answer, and he huffs and walks off to help with the food delivery coming in. Chuckling to myself, and watching him walk away, I feel eyes on me.
“You know, don’t you?” Jack sneaks up and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck.
“Know what?”Play dumb Millie! You know nothing,I say to myself with a smile.
“You know why she’s not drinking don’t you? Don’t play games with me Millie, I can see the flush in your cheeks, it’s a giveaway that you’re fibbing.”How can this man know me so well already?He spins me around to face him, looking deep into my eyes, trying to get an answer from me, seeing if I’ll crack.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about Jack.” He kisses me, then moves his hand down to my stomach.
“Maybe one day it will be us.” He rubs my stomach, chuckles and kisses me again.
“What the…”Did he just say he wants kids with me? Oh my god, he knows about Em.“Still no idea what you’re talking about. But for us one day…yes.” And he kisses me so passionately that Dan has to separate us. After trying to get our attention for what he said was at least ten minutes; I couldn’t believe it. Jack just smiles at me, and that smile just gets me—how happy he is to be with me, me of all people; he loves me, for exactly who I am. For the rest of the afternoon, I watch as all the plans we have made for the ball come together. Everything is prepped with only a few small details left to put in place tomorrow morning for the big night.
When four-thirty rolls around, I watch as Dan and Jack sort out the signature cocktail for the ball. Dan looks really pissed that Jack gets to taste them while he watches. There is a twinkle in Jack’s eye, knowing Dan will be ecstatic when he finds outabout Em being pregnant. It warms my heart to know he will be the best uncle to that baby.
