The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (24 page)

“Tell me where you are. You are drunk.”

“I’m sober. I have a small buzz. I don’t care if you go to events with other women and that you are embarrassed of me. But you won’t tie me up again.”

“Jesus.” The woman next to me said as she sipped her drink.

“Isabella, I need to come and get you. Tell me now where you are.”

“Fuck you.” I ended the call and left it on the bar, asking the bartender to watch my things while I went to the restroom.

When I got back I asked to pay my bill and wanted to go home. I was almost drunk. Before I could call for a cab, Fabrice came storming in the door. How the hell did he find out where I was?

I looked at the blonde and she pointed to the bartender.

“It kept ringing and I had to answer it. He demanded I tell him where you were. He said you were in need of medication and sick. I had to tell him.” The bartender shrugged his shoulders.

I wouldn’t admit it yet, but I was glad to see him. He looked upset and disheveled. His shirt was untucked in his pants, his baseball cap was off and his hair was a mess. Fabrice’s eyes narrowed at me and his gaze looked menacing. I walked up to him.

“Marin busy tonight?”

“Don’t go there.” He grabbed my arm as I tried to walk around him. Forcefully but not noticeable, he guided me out the door.

“Don’t touch me.”

We were outside and the SUV was pulled up to the curb with Fabrice's driver.

“Get in the car, Isabella.”

I tried to get away from him, but he would not let me out of his grip.

“Get in the car, Isabella. You are making a scene like a teenager!”

“Don’t give me your orders. I will get in because I need to go home.”

Fabrice opened the door and I crawled inside. He told the driver to take us to the house. I was going to protest but everything started to spin.

“What is the problem with you tonight?”

“I don’t know? You lied! You were with a woman you said you are friends with, I can't tell the world that I’m seeing you, my brother may have beat the shit out of my ex-boyfriend, and I’m tired. Shall I keep going?”

“You are being childish.” He was pissing me off. I tried to sit as far away from him as I could. Fabrice seemed assured of himself, sitting there looking at me. Even upset he was gorgeous.

“Take me home. I don’t feel well.”

“I’m taking you to my house.”

“Why? So you can tie me up?”

He ignored my comment. I wanted to fight more. Then I think I passed out.

Chapter 16

I
woke to the confusion of where I was and the smell of Fabrice. My head pounded; I started to move and his arms were wrapped around my body.

“Why am I here?” I whispered. I truly didn’t know how I ended up there. The last thing I remembered was having a drink at some dive bar and seeing Fabrice standing in the doorway. After that everything was a blur.

Fabrice was sound asleep. How the hell did I get there? I tried to sit up and my head pounded. Fuck.

“Good morning,” I heard him whisper as I held on to my head.

“What am I doing here?” I asked. “This is not where I wanted to be.”

“You were drunk at some biker bar. I had to rescue you. I wasn’t going to leave you at home. You puked in my car.” I cringed. I hadn’t puked since spring break my freshman year of college. I was turning into a lightweight.

“I didn’t want to see you.”

“Yes, you did or you wouldn’t have called me.” He had his arm draped over his head as he spoke.

“Are you a psychologist as well as an Ambassador?” I still was not happy with him. He had a lot of explaining to do.

“I know how people operate. I know from experience, Isabella.”

There was silence as I sat there looking at him. He moved his arm to look at me.

“Isabella, what happened with you last night?”

“I don’t like to be lied to. I don’t enjoy seeing someone that says he cares for me out with another woman. I don’t like that I can’t tell everyone how much you mean to me.”

“First of all, come here so I can hold you.”

I couldn’t resist. I snuggled into his warm body and relaxed as he held me. It was hard to be angry with him.

“You know what I feel about you. I have shared things with you I haven’t told anyone. You are more to me that earth-shattering sex. You are more than a beautiful woman and a perfect body. I will not hurt you and I will not lie to you. I know you are under stress now with this Anthony thing going on. I’m aware of our uneasiness working together. I was not with Marin at the Vintage Ball, and you know it. You are taking your anger about Anthony and putting it somewhere else.”

“I know, Fabrice. I know you didn’t lie. I was pissed when I saw her touching you. I didn’t like it. I had to just drink last night. I needed it.”

“I would have taken you. I wanted to take you.”

“You can’t take me. We have to hide this.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you will lose your job.”

“That’s the least of my worries. I don’t care if I do. The world will know how much you mean to me. I’m going to show off my Italian princess. I’m taking you to the Correspondents' Dinner at the White House next week.”

“Fabrice, it’s too early to take that chance right now.”

“Okay, then you’re fired.”

“Fired?” I yelled.

“Yes, you will go with me, and if the only way you will come is if you don’t work for me, then I will fire you.”

“Isn’t that sexual harassment?”

“Prove it.”

“You’re serious.”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I bought you something. It’s over there on the couch. Go get it.”

I stood up grabbing my head and trying to steady myself as I walked to the couch naked. He sat up on his bent arm and watched me.

“You have the most beautiful ass I have ever looked at.”

I stopped and turned around.

“I’m still mad at you. Stop looking at my ass! I may give it to someone else. I might have to hunt down that German,” I winked.

“The hell you will. I’m tattooing my name on it.”

“Ha, I won’t let you. Is this the gift?”

“It is.”

“Chanel? I don’t know what I did to deserve this. I was pretty mouthy last night. I do remember telling you to fuck off.”

“You did several times. I will overlook it for now. Open your present.”

The box was huge. I took my time untying the mammoth bow on top. I knew it had to be a purse or clothes. I lifted the lid and inside was the most beautiful formal gown I had ever seen. The color was steel grey with a slit up the thigh. I couldn’t even describe the beadwork that was intricately placed in all the right places. The back was what is called a backless tattoo look. The cutout in the back looked like a tattoo of different swirls. I fell in love with it.

“What the hell is this for?” I asked.

“No, thank you? No, this is beautiful?”

“Thank you! This is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen! Why did you buy it for me?”

“Next week is the Correspondents' Dinner. You will go with me and wear that dress.”

“Fabrice, that isn’t a good idea.”

I sat on his couch, naked, and touching the beautiful dress. The satin was so shiny and soft. I couldn’t imagine wearing it.

“I’m telling the world you’re mine. This is how we’re going to introduce them to our love. There is no more hiding. Next week we will introduce ourselves as a couple. I told Jean and he’s fine with it. He knew there was something between us.”

It was moving too fast.

“How did you know my size? This is perfect.”

“I had a little help.”

I was curious. What help? I put the dress down and walked back over to the bed.

“Help?”

“Yes, Miss Avery was kind enough to give me your size and she approved of the dress.”

“How? What?” I didn’t know what to ask first. When did he talk to Avery? How did they pull this off?

“One night last week I went to the condo while you were working at the restaurant. I introduced myself to Avery. We had a long, very interesting discussion about you. She is quite the charmer. I told her what I wanted to do and she helped me.”

“You two met?”

I crawled back into bed, wanting to forget the entire previous evening.

I kissed him long and soft on his mouth. He tasted wonderful. He always did.

“I hope you thought this through, Ambassador.”

“I don’t do anything without thinking it through. I know exactly what I’m doing. I knew exactly what I was doing when I had you work for Jean, when I took you to my old office to kiss you, and I know what I’m doing now by taking you with me.”

He was so warm and his scent was captivating me. I was falling in mad love with him.

“Don’t cry. I won’t let this keep me from you. This Anthony thing is going to the press anyway, so I might as well beat them to it. I miss you so much it hurts. I can’t concentrate, I can’t work. You are inside me now.”

“I’m in love with you, Fabrice.”

“I’m in love with you. Totally, madly, and incurably in love with you. No other woman means anything to me. You are becoming my world.”

I melted into his body as his mouth covered mine. I was taken away by the animalistic need we had for each other. I almost cried.

He was tired and worn out as I opened my eyes while he kissed me. I had put him through hell the night before and acted like a child. He was searching, touching, and feeling all of me as fast as he could. My hands went under the blankets to touch his warm body, finding the scars that I loved and cherished.

“My sweet, Isabella.” His voice sounded so sensual, so full of emotion. He reached out for me and pulled me against him.

We needed to make love. Fabrice began to climb on top of me. His weight and warmth was amazing on me. His mouth went to my nipples as he began to suck on them. I gripped his ass and pushed him into me as I wrapped my legs to grip his waist. I lifted up his head to me and kissed him hard. It was as if I could not get enough of his mouth.

“Make love to me.” I begged.

“I want nothing more.”

His cock pushed between my legs putting pressure on my pulsating clit. My hands ran up and down his back to his perfect ass. He worked his hands down my body. He started with my lips as he looked into my eyes as his fingers caressed my lips and then my throat. His hands skimmed across my skin. He touched me everywhere as if he was exploring me for the first time. His finger went inside my belly button and I gasped as he trailed it down further, teasing me.

My legs fell open and he blew his warm breath across my wet and wanting cunt. His hands and lips then kissed and caressed my thighs and calves. Fabrice worked his way back up to me, kissing my neck and my lips. I moaned into his mouth, clawing at his shoulders as he put his cock inside me. I could not control myself. Every one of my senses was on high alert as I watched him throw his head back and pump me. So many emotions were going through me. Fear, pain, need, love, it all came flooding out as I watched Fabrice open his eyes and look at me.

“I want you more than I want anything else. I’m sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry. My temper and my mouth get the best of me sometimes.”

His hands worked their magic, touching me and playing with my nipples. When I thought he would come, he stopped and took his cock out. His mouth trailed kisses down my stomach and he opened me up more with his thumbs and buried his face in my cunt. Everything tightened as the orgasm began in my gut. My hands went to his hair and I dug my fingers in. He continued to devour me as his tongue expertly knew where to touch and his lips became a ravenous machine. He was in control and I fell under his power. The orgasm took me as I lifted my hips and ground my cleft into his mouth. Fabrice reached between my legs and his fingers thrusted inside me softly and seductively. He found the spot that he found in Paris; the spot that made me scream with pleasure.

”Oh, God!” I cried out as the feeling of the most intense orgasm hit me. My legs shook as he continued to rub that spot in me relentlessly. He let his thumb rub my clit. His other hand reached to hold the head board. Fabrice was skilled beyond belief in making a woman lose control to him.

“Come, baby. Come for me.”

I couldn’t breathe as I tried to sit up but my body would not respond to what my brain was telling it to do. Fabrice began to moan with me. The sounds coming out of him were animalistic. I reached for his cock, wanting to own it, to process it, and to taste it. A drop of precum wet my lips and it made my mouth water. He had his fingers deep inside me as I begged to taste him.

“Please, I need you in my mouth.”

“Not now.”

He pulled out his fingers and drove into me. We both cried out as I pulled his hair, our eyes open and looking into each other. He was so deep in me I felt it where his fingers had touched. Sobs escaped my throat when he released in me. His heat and love tore through me. He kept pumping hard and his wetness turned me on. His fingers rubbed his cum on my clit and the swell in my gut told me I was going to come again.