Bring me to life (The golden collection) (16 page)

             
"Fuck" I yelled.

             
It was good.

             
The pain exploded my desire. I began to swirl my hips still in my special rhythm. Her nails stuck in deeper and then her hands were in her hair tugging. Her head jointed back and she lifted up her pelvis. She wanted it deep and now I wanted it harder.              I began to slam into her and her screams escalated. Her hands crawled the bed sheets and under me she began to unravel. Her eyes caught mine. It  took my breath away. She began to convulse once more. Trembling, moaning and I slammed harder and  harder until I emptied myself inside her fully.             

             
I clasped on top of her pushing her into the mattress. Her fingers began to run up and down my back gently.             

             
"You're shaking" I looked up and she looked beautiful in the post-orgasmic state.             

             
"You can say it?" I whispered.             

             
She narrowed her eyes. "Say what?"

             
I  rested my head in my hands and glared down at her. Did she really not having idea what I was talking about or was this just one of her games. I lifted my eyebrows. "You know..." She was biting down on her lip. "Fine, I'll say it"             

             
She placed a finger over my lips. "Please don't" she looked sad. I rolled over to my side of the bed. "I have to tell you something." I turned to look at her, she was blinking rapidly and she couldn't meet my eyes. This was not going to be good.             

             
"Tell me" I begged.             

             
She looked up and one single tear rolled down her cheek. "I can't see you any more. Blake....... Asked me to marry him and I said ..... Yes."             

             
I shot up. Was this another dream? I pinched myself.

             
Not this time.

             
I began to rub my hands over my face and in my hair. My mouth had gone dry and I had no idea what to say. I wanted to the hunt the fucker down and beat the shit out of him. I felt the anger rise up through me.             

             
"Say something  . . . . Please..." She begged.             

             
I slammed my fist down on the bedside cabinet. It made her jump and she placed a hand over her mouth and the tears began.

             
"If you're marrying him?? What the FUCK are you doing here??" There I had said it. She reached out to touch me and I couldn't bare it. I moved out of her reach.

             
"I wanted to see you and tell you in person." She stopped and rubbed her forehead as if to take some pain away. "I needed to be with you one last time." She shot up off the bed and began pacing. "I can't stop thinking about you. Every day is a living nightmare. Since I met you..." She stopped and looked directly at me. "I've craved you."             

             
Wow!!

             
I closed my eyes. The rug had been swept from beneath my feet. My whole world had crumbled around me. I could lay down and never wake up.

             
"You have no idea what you have done to me... FUCK!! . . . .Do you want to marry him?"             

             
She shrugged. "I think I owe him that much. What we have been doing is wrong,  Maxwell. I feel bad." She wiped the tears away. "I haven't had sex with Blake for ages. When I am with him I think of you. It's killing me. I said yes in hope that my feelings for you would go away."             

             
I shook my head. "You can't marry someone out of guilt! Do you love him?" She nodded. I was going to regret saying this but I had to know. "Do you love me?"

             
She nodded.

             
My own eyes started welling up and I couldn't move. This was obviously someone’s evil scheme.  Within an instant she was sitting back next to me. She pulled me over and I hugged her tight. I didn't want her to go especially back to that prick. She began to kiss my tears away.             

             
"I'm so sorry" she cried and I hugged her tighter. "And thank you for the present."             

             
"Did you understand my message?"             

             
"No . ..  What is the R about?"             

             
"Look at the heart it has crack down the middle. Its gold and the R stands for rules." She wasn't getting it. "It means Georgina that for you I will break the golden rule. I need you and there is nothing I wouldn't do to be with you."             

             
Her mouth opened wide. "You would do that for me?"             

             
"I would do anything for you."             

             
She slowly closed her eyes and began shaking her head. "We can't be together." She couldn't look at me. "I have to go. I'm sorry, Maxwell. I really am. Please don't hate me."             

             
"I love you" I cried. "I would never hate you."             

             
She opened her eyes and leaned forward. "I love you too. If things were different. If I wasn't . . . You know."  I nodded she kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry."

             
With that she got up and left the room.             

             
I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. Everything had gone wrong. All my worst fears had become reality. I could hear her sorting her stuff out. I wanted to sleep. Everything hurt. No one had made me feel like this before.  I heard the front door shut. She was gone-like all my hopes and dreams.

             
That fucking cunt!!

             
She had chosen him over me. Well, that always happened didn't it? I had to get myself straight. I wasn't going to be a mess. How many women had I fucked and not thought about since. Millions. I laughed. True. I was fucking Maxwell Thomas. I was a successful business man. NO! I was not going to allow a young woman like Georgina to fuck my world up.

             
Right from now she was just the PA....

             
END of!!!!

CHAPTER 9

             
"You're getting married" She squared her shoulder, placed her hands on her hips and shook her head. "Over my dead body you are!"             

             
"Mother!"              

             
"Blake!"             

             
God, this woman pissed me off. Why couldn't she just be happy for a change? But no, she had to be the controlling monster she always was. I had come here to tell her my good news when I could of gone straight home to my girl. I knew she didn't like Georgina and Georgina knew too. I had always stuck up for my mother and make out it was all in Georgina's head.

             
What did she have against anyway?

             
It shocked me. Who could hate Georgina?

             
Did my mother not see how happy she made me?

             
The last two years had been bliss. Now I was getting the chance to spend the rest of my life with an intelligent, trustworthy, honest, beautiful woman. Surely any mother  would dream of this for their only son. It was hardly like Georgina was a gold digger. She made her own money. We had promised one another that we wouldn't live off our parents' money.             

             
"I'm getting married" I replied sternly. I walked over to the drinks cabinet. I needed something stronger. Dads whisky would do. "Besides," I poured the drink. "What's wrong with Georgina?"             

             
She laughed. "You mean what's right about her." She made her way over to me. Just as I was about to take a sip she pulled the glass out of my grip. "You're driving!"             

             
"I can marry who I want!"             

             
"Not without my permission" She downed the whiskey. I couldn't deal with her in this mood. I wanted to go home and cuddle up to my girl. It was her birthday and I had missed her all day.             

             
"I don't need your permission. I am marrying Georgina and she will be my wife. If you don't come... I don't care."

             
HA!!!

             
I went to leave the room.             

             
"Blake!" She yelled. I stopped and turned to face her. "She is not like us. She hasn't come from what we have come from. She will bleed us dry."             

             
I looked round the room it was repulsive. It looked like something out of Edwardian film. Wooden furniture and paintings of people we didn't know. Books everywhere. Shabby old fire place and horrid red wallpaper. It made me sick. I wasn't proud to come from this. I had always wanted to be a normal child. When I met Georgina I got a grip of real life. She was my wake up call.             

             
I threw my hands in the air. "For the love of god. Have you heard yourself? It's 2012, no one gives a shit about this sort  a thing any more. When are you going to step out of your society bubble."             

             
Her mouth opened wide up. She was speechless. Well, it had to be said. Everything always boiled down to money!!

             
When I went to boarding school I could only hang round with the richest kids.

             
Parties-only the richest came.

              I hated money.             

             
Georgina was a breath of fresh air. Money meant nothing to her and it meant nothing to me.             

             
"She'll drag you down!" she added.             

             
"Your dragging me down."             

             
"You had everything going for you," she began. "You had a place at Oxford. You were going to work in law. Then HER" she said as if Georgina was an insult. "Came along and you started all this photography rubbish!" She folded her arms and pressed her lips together. "You deserve better!"             

             
"Firstly," I stepped forward there was anger in my voice and  I pointed my finger at her. " I didn't want to go to Oxford and study law. Second, you know nothing about me. I have always been into photography and I take pride in it."

             
I closed my eyes and began to count to 10. She got on my nerves tonight. I felt my frustration slowly disappear. I opened my eyes and she was still glaring at me.

             
"I'm going. Speak to me when you're not a snob!" and I was gone.

             
I got in and Georgina was sitting in her PJ's watching TV. The minute she saw me. She jumped up and hugged me.             

             
"I am so glad you home" she started. "Where have you been?"             

             
I rubbed my face. "I went to see my mother . . ." I just about to explain when the phone started ringing. I walked over and answered. "Yeah!"             

             
"Blake, what I have I told you about answering the phone like that! Didn't I teach you any manners?"             

             
"Mother" I looked at my girl, she rolled her eyes and sat back down on the sofa. "We have already spoken. I don't want another fight."             

             
She huffed. "I'm not calling to fight. I've been thinking and you marrying Georgina is wonderful news."             

             
"Really?" I was surprised by her reaction. Normally when she got a bee in her bonnet she never let it die. "And why the change of heart?" I walked over and sat next to Georgina. She grabbed my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.             

             
"Because you're my son and I want you happy" she snapped. "Lets all have dinner tomorrow to celebrate."             

             
"Okay." I knew Georgina's reaction when I told her. At least she could show off that dress again. "See you tomorrow night around 7?"             

             
"Yes and I am sorry son" she blew a kiss down the phone and hung up.

             
I stared down at the phone in my hand. My mother could always find a way to amaze me. She was too set in her ways that was her problem. I knew she loved me dearly. It would just be nice to live my life my way without her interfering. Maybe now she had finally got the message. I didn't need her to take care of me. I had my girl and she would be mine forever.