The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (13 page)

“I see that.” I was so comfortable laying in his arms that I didn’t want to move.

We lay there for a few minutes listening to the clock by the bed tick and our stomachs began growling.

“I hear someone is hungry,” he said.

“I’m fucking starving.”

“Let’s go see what we can come up with. I can cook us something without the help of the chef. Wait a minute. I’m speaking to the woman whose father owns one of the most popular restaurants around.”

“Please, don’t say “father” while I’m lying naked on top of a Frenchman.” I laughed.

“Yes, he would not approve of this.” I felt him laugh.

“You are a lot older, and you aren’t Italian. He will have a slight problem with that.” The thought of my father made me cringe. I changed the subject.

“Do you have pasta?” I needed carbs. Lifting up off him, he stood up and I watched him walk to the closest. Fabrice came back and handed me a, fluffy robe. It smelled like him and I relaxed as soon as it enveloped my exhausted body.

“I have no idea what is in that kitchen. I’m sure there is pasta somewhere in there. Let’s go look.”

We headed back to the kitchen and Fabrice was lost. He obviously hadn’t cooked for himself. Searching each cupboard, he came up with a box of thin spaghetti. I went to his fridge and found a head of broccoli and fresh garlic. While I chopped the broccoli and garlic he made us coffee. I found olive oil and once the garlic and oil started cooking my stomach growled louder.

“That smells delicious.” He said, as he came up behind and hugged me, kissing my neck.

“One of my specialties; you will like it.”

“One of many, Isabella.” I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. Boldly, and urgently I wanted him, right in the kitchen. My hand went to his cock. He was half-hard and I knew he needed to come.

“Isabella, what are you up to?” I kissed his neck and dropped to my knees.

“We have at least twenty minutes while the broccoli sautés.”

I was on my knees in front of him. His hands fisted my hair. My lips were so dry, I licked them looking up at him.

“I thought I told you I was in control.” I wasn’t listening to him. He had his turn. This was my time to take over.

My hands went for the zipper of his pants and, before he could say anything else, I had him in my mouth. He didn’t even try to stop me. His thick cock, so delicious looking, was semi-hard. His scent was intoxicating. I wanted it all over my face. My tongue ran under the underside of his balls. He grabbed my hair tighter. I stopped to let him know what was going to happen.

“I’m going to suck you off, Ambassador. You said you’re in control in the bedroom. We’re clearly not in the bedroom. I’m in charge here in the kitchen.”

His hearty laugh vibrated through him and I looked up at him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. I loved seeing he enjoyed what I was doing.

My tongue stroked over him. The tip brushed my lips back and forth. I heard a moan as I took him in my mouth, completely hard. I looked up at him. He watched me as he stroked my head.

“Don’t stop whatever you are doing to me.” His teeth were clenched as he spoke.

“No talking, Ambassador. I’m in control. I say when we stop and I don’t plan on stopping.” He gripped the back of the kitchen island with one hand as he kept the other hand on my head, fisting my hair.

“Isabella, it feels so good.” I loved hearing that and it made me want him more. Knowing I pleased him excited me beyond belief.

I took all of him into my mouth and sucked, hollowing my cheeks. He pushed inside and hit the back of my throat. His moaning told me he enjoyed what I was doing as I grabbed on to his legs.

“Oh God, Isabella! I’m going to explode!”

His cock grew larger and I sucked him harder and deeper. He grabbed on to me tighter as his hot cum forcefully burst into my mouth. He kept coming and I kept swallowing. I was on fire and wanted to fuck his brains out once I tasted him. I broke one of my rules being with him and not using a condom. I couldn’t help myself and I knew the Ambassador was clean. My mouth ached taking in his girth, but the knowledge of his pleasure replaced the hurt.

He pulled me up and I could barely stand. Weak from wanting him and not eating, my head was in a fog. He lifted me up and set me on the edge of the island.

He looked into my eyes and something between us was different. Something stirred deeper than an hour ago. The bright lights of the kitchen overhead illuminated my mist-covered skin as I spread my legs for Fabrice. My robe opened and hung from my shoulders.

His thumbs opened me up and I knew I was slick for him. He licked his lips and bent down to let his mouth meet my cunt. He messaged it with his tongue. I reached up and clenched my own breasts, sore and heavy from arousal. The pleasure of his touch went through me fast. I was under his spell once again. Now that I had experienced him, there was no way I could be without him. My body rode the wave of utter bliss as Fabrice's attention focused on pleasuring me. I moaned in pure ecstasy as my thighs shook and squeezed his head.

“Fabrice.” I yelled out as I came hard. He was relentless and would not stop leisurely licking my aching cunt. I had to pull his head up to me.

“You didn’t have to do that. It was your turn.”

“I’m not keeping a tally. My pleasure is watching and learning what makes you come. Tonight I wanted to discover what turns you on.” I kissed him and tasted me on his mouth. His lips were warm and wet from being inside me.

“I think you know now.” I could barely move let alone speak.

“We started discovering what turns you on. I want to know more and I want to try more.” Try more? Dear God.

After we filled ourselves with pasta and broccoli, bread and cheese, I became increasingly tired.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked, noticing the exhaustion in my face.

“I can’t. I’m going home.” I smiled. I made it a rule to not stay with someone overnight until I knew them better. It was too personal to me. I liked my bed and my space. Snuggling up to him in his gigantic bed all night did sound appealing, that was one rule I didn’t want to break.

“I’m pretty worn out myself. You have to be at the restaurant tomorrow to work?’

“Yes, tomorrow is a big work day for all of us.”

“You are close to your family. You are lucky to have such closeness.”

I looked down. I didn’t want to go into the fact that our family was not what it seemed on the outside. Everyone thought we were the perfect family, and I didn’t have the energy to go into it. Our family was almost broken apart. I have not talked about it to anyone. I wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, sometimes it looks better than it is.”

I ate one last piece of cheese and took one last sip of wine before Fabrice offered to take me home. I agreed and he drove me to my condo. He wanted to walk me inside but it wasn’t necessary. I knew if he walked me in he wouldn’t be walking out. I had to take it easy. I kissed him goodbye, took a shower, and slept for what seemed like five minutes when my alarm woke me.

Chapter 9

“
I
don’t want to date her. I want to date her sister. Her sister is fucking hot,” said Danny.

I walked into the usual conversation between my brothers. Both were at the bar stocking it for the crowd anticipated that night. Election season meant the restaurant was the most sought after venue as senators, congressmen, and governors wanted their parties hosted at our place. Our extensive banquet hall my parents added on five years ago soon became the main attraction for big festivities. I slept for a couple of hours and went to the restaurant to make raviolis early in the morning. I prefer to work alone and can get a lot more done. Afterward, all I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. I tried to sneak out before they noticed. I wasn’t fast enough.

“Hey, Izzy. You look like shit.” Danny was drying glasses and putting them up.

“Fuck you,” I said, after I looked for my mom. I wasn’t up for her riding my case about my mouth. I did look like shit. The soreness of my wrists and ankles reminded me of Fabrice. Thankfully, there were no marks. He knew what he was doing. I sat on the bar stool and Marco poured me an espresso.

“Where’s Mom and Dad?” I asked sipping my much-needed drink.

“Out back. Dad's freaking out over tonight’s party. You know how he gets when these parties get going during election season.”

I rolled my eyes. My dad didn’t handle the stress well. It seemed the older he became the harder it was for him to handle anything. Ever since the incident we weren’t allowed to bring up, he seemed to be unhinged at the slightest thing. Thank God my mom had her head about her and could take over when my dad was unable.

“Hungry?” Danny asked me. I had made what seemed like a hundred pounds of ravioli, and the thought of food made me sick.

“No, I’m going home to get some rest and then be back here tonight to help with the party.”

“You better be. Dad is expecting all hands on deck tonight.”

“Like I need told. This happens every year.”

“Shit, why are you so pissed off this morning? Did you go out last night?”

I didn’t realize how grumpy I acted or why. I should have been on top of the world ecstatic. I was with the man I wanted. I sucked off the most beautiful man in Washington and succumbed to his skill of getting a woman off without having sex with her five times.

That might have been the problem. It was a little unsettling thinking there was so much sex happening yet there wasn't. Was he some sort of weirdo? How could this man so perfect be so strange sexually? I drank my espresso quickly.

“I didn’t go out. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sexually frustrated maybe.”

“Please, Izzy. Don’t say that. I can’t have that image in my head.”

“Deal with it. I’m just like one of those twits you were talking about. We all need sex, Danny.”

He threw up his hands and walked back into the kitchen with Marco. I knew how to get rid of them quick so I could enjoy my coffee in peace.

After an eight-hour shift preparing food, I ran home, showered and dressed for the party. I had hoped to get a nap before I went, but there was not enough time. I ran back to the restaurant, worked the campaign party and didn’t get home until midnight. I was exhausted beyond belief. So exhausted I didn’t see a strange car parked outside my apartment when I came in. When I left for work the next morning it was still there and, through the blacked out windows, I couldn’t make out who it might be. I didn’t know if I should call the police, let it go, or call my brothers. I decided to not be late for work and forget it. I called Avery, who had stayed at Cherise's house, to tell her.

“Hey, Babe,” she answered half-asleep.

“Ave, some strange car was out front last night and it is still parked outside. I left for work and wanted to tell you. It’s an older Cadillac. I want you to lock the door. I know how you don’t like to lock it.

“I bet it's Anthony. You know, I thought I saw him walking around the neighborhood last week and didn’t remember to tell you. This hasn’t happened since he came back in town. He’s really creepy; if it keeps up, we need to call the police.” asked Avery.

If it was Anthony, my dad had not scared him enough the other day. He pulled stunts like this before when I first broke up with him. A terrifying chill went through my body when I thought about him and the night I declined his proposal.

I didn’t argue with her. She was right.

I assured her that we would both go and report it that week if it was him and headed to Starbucks for an espresso. It was going to be a long day. The aroma of the coffee shop alone put me in a blissful mood. I took a long delicious breath and stood in line with everyone else.

I made my way to my office without running into Fabrice. I was more than disappointed when the elevator was empty.

The receptionist smiled from ear to ear when I arrived for the day. Marla didn’t smile, so to see her like that was quite special. Maybe she'd had a good weekend.

I noticed a huge bouquet of flowers on her desk and when I approached, she jumped up.

“Isabella, these came for you this morning.” She handed me the white card and I eagerly opened it. I thought it would be from Fabrice. I mean why not after the night we'd had. The card shocked me.

You are always mine, not the French bastards. I will love you till I die.

The room started spinning and I grabbed on to the desk to keep from passing out. I slipped the card in my purse, but without a signature how could I prove he sent it?

“Isabella, those are beautiful. You made someone happy,” said Marla.

I didn’t want them. I didn’t want them near me.

“You know what, Marla? You take them. Apparently the person that sent these didn’t know I was allergic to them. I will be sneezing and the Attaché will be pissed. They will brighten up the office

“Are you sure, Isabella? They are too beautiful. You don’t act excited.”

“I’m definitely sure.” I grabbed my coffee, walked away.

This confirmed my worst fear: That car in front of my house was him. This was getting serious and it was time to let someone know. If not for me, for my roommate, and my family.