"Eddie knows by the way. Jeff told him; he needed to tell someone, that selfish prick. Eddie fucked him up, I heard. It was Eddie's idea for me to move to London and start over. I got a job at an up and coming law firm. My dad and Eddie both think I'll be able to make partner in a few years." She closed her eyes, which was her way of stopping the tears. When she finally opened them, she was looking anywhere but me. "Emily, don't hate me for being a bad person. I know what goes around comes around. Some of us fall for good guys and some of us, like me, fall for assholes."
I stood up and walked over to where my delusional friend was sitting and engulfed her in a hug.
"I could never hate you. I just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy. I know one day you'll find a good guy.
Don't Stop Believin
by Journey."
That made us both smile. I was losing my best friend to London, but maybe it was the clean slate she needed.
That night was the last night Louis and I spent at the hospital with Elizabeth. She was discharged the next day and we had her moved into our house until she was well enough to go back home. A few months later the doctors gave us the good news that her cancer was eradicated, she was officially in remission and would hopefully live a very long life. Louis, during one of those nights after being told that his mom would be okay, told me the rest of his parents' sordid love story.
"I bet you didn't know that my mom was an orphan. She doesn't like talking about it, but her parents died in a car accident when she was almost sixteen years old. Her great aunt raised her; and also died a few years after that. I think from a stroke. My dad fell in love with her at first sight, he used to tell me. He loved how confident and independent she was. When he found out she was all alone in the world and that she had no one, he promised he would love her and take care of her for the rest of his life. They were together for a few months before my mom got pregnant with me. My dad asked her to marry him the second he found out about the baby. He told me he would've married her with or without her being pregnant. She was proud and had her head filled with feminist ideals. She said she didn't need a man to marry her because he felt guilty for getting her pregnant. She wouldn't marry him. Wouldn't take one cent from him … but she loved him and no one else. I think my mom was afraid he'd leave her like everyone else did, so she tried to beat him to it.
My dad was loaded apparently. She had no idea how much he was really worth. All she knew was that he was an accountant from a good family who'd gone against his parents' wishes to be with her. He didn't care; he told his parents to fuck off if they didn't like her and me. I've never met my grandparents. Eric was their only child. His parents had him very late in life. My dad spoke very little about his family; all I knew back then were their names, Pauline and Isaac Bruel. They were deported from France right before the war and immigrated to America. When I was nine I remember going to a cemetery with him and sitting inside a mausoleum. It was my grandparents' burial place. He chose to love a beautiful, crazy hippie and his son over his parents and their money."
"Do you think if your mom could do it all over she would marry him?"
Louis contemplated my question then shook his head.
"She wasn't that type of woman, Em. Marriage just wasn't for her. She told me in the hospital a few months ago that my dad died in her arms and not alone like I'd always thought. She was with him the night he had the heart attack. At least he died knowing she loved him as much as he loved her."
I kissed the love of my life. He was Louis Bruel: a successful businessman, my husband and the father of our children, but on the inside he was still Elizabeth and Eric's lost little boy.
When in London ... lie
W
hile I was living my life and raising my kids my BFF finally met a man in London and decided to get married after dating him for eight months. Sara and Gavin Masters were having one wedding in London for his friends and family and then they would be returning to New York for another, smaller wedding for Sara's friends and family. They decided they'd stay and live in New York after their wedding since Gavin had a law firm branch in the city, too.
Sara described Gavin to me on the phone as good-looking, wealthy, and British. Sara was working for Gavin's law firm in London. She told me as soon as she started working for him they started fucking and then dating and then they fell in love. That's my friend Sara; her modus operandi is always doing everything backwards. I couldn't wait to finally meet the man who'd captured her heart. The way Sara described him I was a little in love myself. Louis and I made plans to go to London a week before Sara's wedding; I'd have enough time to meet Sara's fiancé and get to know Gavin a little before they'd get too involved with the wedding and then leave on their honeymoon to France.
Normal people get a hotel room when they go away, not Louis. My husband purchased a condo for us in London on Tree Lane. He didn't ask for my opinion; he just informed me on our flight to England that we'd be staying in our own apartment. I'd been to London with Louis when we first got married for a weekend business trip. This time we were staying for a whole week. I couldn't wait to see Sara. I hadn't seen her since she left me and made the big move to London to escape from Jeff. As soon as we got settled in our new beautiful apartment I called Sara and she came to find me.
"One thing I need you to keep in mind when you meet Gavin is that he is not the usual kind of guy I've been with in the past. Behavior-wise, that is."
I didn't like where this conversation was headed. What did a statement like that even mean? I didn't like any of the guys Sara has ever been with, especially Jeffery the cheater.
"Sara why are you telling me this? Why don't you just tell me what you really want to tell me?"
"Emily, all I'm saying is that he's not a
Take Your Breath Away
by Berlin kind of guy. Don't get me wrong, Gavin is attractive and successful but he's not like Louis. He loves me but you'll see he's not all over me and he doesn't look at me as if I have the cure to his disease."
What was I supposed to say to that? My best friend was basically telling me that she was settling for someone who wasn't head over heels in love with her. What the fuck did that mean?
"I thought you were
Holding Out For A Hero
by Bonnie Tyler. I don't get it. Wasn't that the whole reason you left New York to move here and start over?"
"Listen, this is as good as it's going to get for me. He's not married, no kids; he's not into BDSM, or some kinky orgies. He's not gay. You'll see he's really hot. We have similar interests, we're both attorneys, my parents like him, and he's British. It's just that your Louis is a
500-Miles
by The Proclaimers kind of guy; he will do anything for you. Gavin wouldn't even walk one mile for me or anybody else; he'd just pay someone to do it. If I wait for Prince Charming I may be too old and decrepit by the time he finds me. After Jeff I don't think there are any chivalrous men out there anyway. Emily, I stopped holding my breath. I'm happy and that's enough for right now."
Wow … I needed to meet this guy. I couldn't imagine marrying a guy who wouldn't jump into the fire for me. Maybe thanks to Louis and Mike I'm permanently warped about how I think all husbands should be. We were only twenty-seven years old, Sara and I. Not sure if twenty-seven was the age one started settling, but hey, what did I know? I met my prince at eighteen for crying out loud.
While I was catching up with Sara, Louis was having beers with Gavin. I couldn't wait to hear his character assessment of this man who was starting to sound very lukewarm from his betrothed's description. As soon as Louis came back from the pub slightly buzzed, I pounced. I jumped into his arms like a dog waiting for its owner all day. If I had a tail it would've been wagging.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me! I need to know everything about Gavin."
He walked us over to the couch and sat down with me in his lap facing him. He was trying to put his feelings into words. I could see the wheels turning. He wanted to say something and then he changed his mind, and then he wanted to say something else and then he changed his mind again. Louis was having a conversation in his head that I needed to be a part of—pronto.
"Remember when you and Sara
were almost twenty-one and she said she wanted to meet a dick?"
I nodded, of course I remembered, I was pregnant and we were decorating our New Year's tree on the terrace.
Louis continued with a pained looking smirk on his face, "Well, she found him."
Okay, there was no way my best friend was going to marry a dick.
"Louis, why would you say that?"
He pulled my hair off my face and pulled me down for a deep kiss. He then laid me on the couch and got comfortable between my legs. He was trying to distract me. There was something he didn't want me to know about the man who would soon be my best friend-in-law. He knew my weakness. He liked exploiting my weakness any chance he'd get by seducing me into submission.
"Oh … Louis, stop … you need to … first tell me … about Gavin … then … you can do whatever you want with me," I tried to reason and negotiate with Mr. Drunk and Sexy. God, he smelled good and he was playing with my nipples through my robe. I couldn't win with Louis when he played dirty.
"I'll tell you all about Gavin the dick after I get some of my dick inside you. We're in London in our new apartment all alone. And as the trip activity coordinator for this trip, I planned for us to first fuck each other's brains out and then worry about Sara and her dick. Deal, little girl?"
Whatever Mr. Sexy Activity Coordinator wanted was fine with me. I couldn't even remember what I was asking him in the first place. I just needed the most beautiful man in the world to fill me and make me scream his name. He was already rubbing his hard cock onto me. He flipped me over onto my stomach and lifted my silk robe up so he could cup my ass. He lowered my panties and kissed my exposed bum before I felt his velvety smooth, hot cock glide between my butt cheeks. I got on all fours to get closer to him. He lowered his body to mine and put all his weight on me. I loved feeling his weight on me. I could feel his big dick hard against my lower back. He moved my hair to one side and whispered into my mouth.
"Will you let me fuck your ass today? We haven't had anal in a while. I have a need to be inside your derrière. Is that okay, baby? I bought lube on the way here. I've been thinking about it for hours. I promise to stretch you out first."
I knew this version of Louis Bruel. If Louis drank even a little bit he got into his kinky fucker mood. Where he wanted to fuck me as if I wasn't the mother of his children but some slut he'd just met. I liked this game, too.
"I want what you want. Make me feel good. I promise I won't tell my husband if you won't tell your wife, Mr. Bruel."
I chanced a glance back towards my kinky husband. He had one eyebrow raised, hair falling into his smoldering dark eyes. I could see the exact moment my words ignited his usually hidden alter ego. The dimple that I loved usually softened Louis' features and made him look sweet. That same dimple at that particular instant looked one thousand percent sinful. I knew sweet was not what I was about to get.
"Fuck yeah … as long as we keep this between us, I'll make you feel better than good. Good is for when your husband makes love to you. I promise, you will not use the word 'good' to describe the way I'm about to fuck you. If I don't make you comes at least three times then I'm not finished yet."
I'd learned Louis didn't make empty promises. If he said I'd have three orgasms you could bet the farm I was about to have a wild ride. He unwrapped himself from me and stripped whatever clothing he still had on. He lifted my hips in the air and helped me out of my panties. He gently, but fiercely, lowered my head on the couch. I was on my knees with my butt sticking out. My face and boobs were pushed into the couch.
"Baby, stretch your hands up and hold on tight. Feel free to scream, nobody can hear you but me."
Oh God, I might start coming if he kept talking that way. I could feel him watching my exposed genitals. I knew without looking that Louis was stroking himself to the image of me in that erotic pose. With his free hand he started touching my glistening pussy. As soon as his fingers made contact with my drenched core he gave a loud hiss.
"Fuck, you're wet. You want me to fuck your ass, don't you? Oh yeah … I'm going to bury myself in every hole, baby. I want my cum inside you, dripping down your thighs. I'm going to fuck you all night. So keep calm and enjoy the ride. No getting off until morning."
Okay, if he even looked at my clit I'd start exploding. We can count this as orgasm number one; I'm as good as done.
"Louis, you're talking too much. I need your cock inside me. Pick a hole, any hole, just fuck me already. I want to come around your dick not around your words."
He lowered his head between my legs and began licking and parting my folds, inserting two fingers inside my slit. He moved to my puckered rear hole and circled his tongue around his point of interest. I was close. He knew how close I was. All he had to do was press hard on my clit and I'd be convulsing into his hand.
"I could make you come just by touching your clit. Is that what you want? You want to squirt in my hand or do you want to come while I penetrate your beautiful ass, baby?"
Oh God, how could he ask me to make any decision when I didn't even know my own name at the moment? I just made some kind of sound, which my husband totally accepted as a valid answer to his ludicrous question. He didn't need any store bought lubricant; he just rubbed my wetness into my ass. He inserted his cock into my drenched pussy to coat his length in my oozing juices. He then just as quickly removed his dick and started working himself into my rear.
"Relax into me. When I push in you push out. First my fingers, then my cock."