The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (26 page)

We teased Avery for a while which I loved because she was usually the one teasing everyone else. The day turned out perfect as we stayed longer than I wanted. With promises of bringing Fabrice to every family dinner, we said goodbye around seven and headed back home. Avery kept talking on the way back and finally shut up at the exit for Fabrice’s house.

The sexual tension in the BMW with Avery in the backseat became excruciating. I wanted Fabrice bad and just looking at him in the driver’s seat set my inner flame on high. I looked down at his crotch and he caught me several times. I licked my lips and he got the hint because he adjusted himself without taking his hands off the wheel. Once we pulled into the driveway, Avery was the first to get out.

“I brought you what you asked for. Come over to my car.” I walked over to Avery’s car and she handed me my bag.

“Want to come in?”

She laughed. “Are you kidding? Poor Fabrice is about ready to bust out his jeans. Go take care of him.” Avery hugged me.

“He’s hotter than fuck,” she added. I hated for her to leave. I missed her terribly being away from her for two days.

“I don’t want you to leave. Let me give you a tour.” Fabrice parked the car in the garage and was getting our things out of it.

“We can do that another time. Go fuck this man. Come home tomorrow and we will talk.”

Avery tried to say goodbye and got in her car. Fabrice came up to us, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and slapped his butt.

“Say goodnight, Isabella,” he said.

“Good night, Isabella,” I laughed as he turned me around to look at Avery.

“Finally, Fabrice,” Avery said through her laughter. “I’ve been trying to leave and she won’t let me go. You two have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Here’s your bag.”

I left my bag sitting beside her car. Fabrice walked backward and Avery handed it to me. He bit my ass as he walked us both into the house. Without putting me down, he walked up to his room and deposited me on his bed.

“I wasn’t going to make it another second.” He said as he began to take off his clothes.

His eyes travelled over my body as I sprawled on his bed watching him. He stood over me taking off his shirt.

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.

“No, Fabrice. Not yet. Remember, anticipation is the best aphrodisiac. Didn’t you say that once? You should be all hot and bothered after what I did to you this morning.”

He smiled as I instructed him to sit on the bed after he removed his clothes. I walked over to the chair in his room where I put my bag that Avery brought me. It sat next to the huge Chanel box that made me gasp when I looked at it. With all the excitement from the day I had forgotten about the dinner. In my bag I pulled out my favorite vibrator. It was something I wanted to do with him for a while.

I walked back to the bed and removed my clothes in a slow, sensual strip for him. He watched me intently. I noticed his cock beginning to come alive. I laid back on the bed propped up with pillows, I spread my legs, and turned on my vibrator. He watched me when the humming sound started and I began to rub it on my swollen cunt.

“Uhm, this feels good. Watch me, Fabrice. This is what I do when you aren’t around.”

I looked in his eyes as I let the vibrator slide around my cunt. I quickly became wet and very aroused. My nipples became hard and I reached up to grab one of my breasts. I closed my eyes and pretended he wasn’t sitting in front of me as I touched myself and rubbed the vibrator over my clit.

“Do you like watching me do this, Fabrice?” I asked.

He nodded his head and licked his lips.

“Touch yourself with me. I want to see you what you do when I’m not around.”

He hesitated. His dick was hard as a rock.

“Come on. Touch yourself with me.” I breathed. I felt the rise of an orgasm coming to surface as I watched him look down at my cunt. He was lying on his side with his head in his hand close to my cunt.

“Come with me, Fabrice. Let’s come together without touching each other. This feels so good.”

Fabrice grabbed his cock in his hands and began jerking himself off as he kept his eyes on me. He continued to watch my reaction. Slowly his hand rode up and down his thick hard cock. The head of his cock stuck out of his hand, swelling with each stroke. He squeezed it as his hand moved up and down its length. He moaned as his eyes stayed glued to me. Watching him touch himself became increasingly hotter. Something about the fact that he gave himself pleasure was intense.

The uncomfortableness of it faded as Fabrice moved with a rhythm. I stared into his eyes as the vibrator brought me closer to the edge, watching him pleasure himself.

“Show me what you do when you touch yourself, Isabella,” he groaned.

I pulled on my hardened nipple and felt the burn that began in my stomach. I was about to go over the edge and I couldn’t stop it.

“Come with me, Fabrice. I’m so close,” I breathed. My eyes stayed on him as my hand caressed my breast. I watched him start to become more rigid, his strokes faster and I knew he was close.

“That’s it, baby. Show me what you do when I’m not here. Your cock is so big. Come with me now, Fabrice.”

“Isabella,” he gasped as I moaned and came with him at the same time. The vibrator massaged me and my hips pushed up off the bed.

“Oh, God,” I cried hoarsely. I held onto the sheets as the orgasm tore through me. My muscles tightened and my breathing gasped.

Thick, hot burst of semen shot out of Fabrice as he moaned. We both came at the same time. I crawled over to him eyeing his half hard erection.

“What, my sweet Isabella?” He whispered and took me in his arms. His semen was all over and I wanted it all over me. I rubbed my body against the wetness on his stomach. His warmth blanketed me. His gentle touch, and his hungry mouth all brought me back to him. His stubble felt like I was home as it rubbed my skin. I could feel the head of his cock pressed up against me. His eyes talked to me. They told me everything. I drowned in his
sea blue, crystal clear, shimmering eyes.
No one has brought me to where I was at that moment. To be that close to someone was a feeling I never had.

I straddled him as he lifted his cock up for me to sit on it. He kissed me passionately in his French way, consuming my mouth. His body, his face, the scars, his masculine hands, the way he spoke and carried himself, and the way he fit in with my family. It just meshed and it worked.

As I sat down on his thick, hard cock I ran my hands through his hair. He was sweaty, hot, and so fucking perfect at that moment. I raised and lowered myself on him taking all of him in me. I smiled down at him.

“Why are you smiling at me?”

I clenched my cunt around him working myself up again. His hands grabbed onto my hips as he helped raise and lower my body on him.

“I have fallen for you.”

“Oh, is that right? These feelings just started tonight?” he smiled at me as I felt his body harden under me. His muscles in his chest and arms strained as he pushed deeper into me.

“You, Fabrice Arbidoux, are amazing.”

“So are you, Isabella Piori.” An orgasm shredded me as I cried out loud and threw my head back.

“I love you,” I said as I came. I shocked myself, not wanting to say that just then but feeling it. Was it too soon?

“Isabella, I love you. I love you more than I thought I could. I’m telling the world how much I love you next week.” I buried my face in his neck as the tears filled my eyes. I gasped for air as both of our sweaty bodies held on to each other. His hands slid down my back and he cupped my ass.

“Wow, I didn’t know if I should say that or not. It just came out, Fabrice.”

“I felt it in Paris and wanted to tell you then. You are what I have been wanting for so long. You are what I’ve been dreaming about. You are my sweet Isabella.”

Tremors were inching their way up my body. I felt him get wider, his body more rigid. I moaned loudly as his fingers caressed my clit. The orgasm was fierce. My skin tingled and my cunt throbbed. His warm tongue licked my hardened nipples one at a time. He bit one playfully.

“I love how you taste.”

Then his chest heaved and he flooded me again, pushing his hips up to me.

“I’ve waited my whole life to find you,” he breathed. I bent down to take his mouth. I didn’t know what to say.

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The Correspondents' Dinner had me a nervous wreck anticipating what would happen. Not only would Fabrice and I be going together for the first time, he could be committing political suicide proclaiming his love for me. Trying to talk him out of it would be pointless. He was set to take me and no one could convince him otherwise.

I had to get my work done at my job without it distracting me. My fear that Mr. Gerard would be disappointed in me didn’t last long. As I should have known, he said nothing and acted the same as he always had.

As Jean and I brainstormed on how to entertain the Isreali Ambassador when he came to town, a call came in to my desk. I excused myself and answered it.

“Hello, Jean Gerard’s office, how can I help you?”

“Yes, is this Isabella Piori?”

“This is Isabella. How can I help you?”

“This is Marin. You know me as the redhead.”

My breath caught in my throat. What the hell was she calling me at work? My stomach churned, but I would not let her know that she bothered me.

“Okay. How can I help you?”

“I need to see you today.”

“Need to see me for what?”

“I have some information you might be interested in.”

“I doubt it. Nothing you have to say is of any importance.”

“Well, I guarantee this is. I would advise you to meet me.”

“Is this about, Fabrice?”

“Of course. I’m not meeting you for coffee so we can talk about fashion.”

My God, what a bitch. I wasn’t going. She tried her best to weasel back into his life.

“Well, it’s not a good day. I’m working and busy with meetings.”

“Okay, it’s your loss. Just so you know, I will be at the Correspondents' Dinner.”

“So?”

“So, I heard you were going as well with Fabrice.”

“What does it matter to you who I’m going with?” I'd had just about enough of this bitch.

“I just want you to know he’s bringing you to keep the news from coming out that his wife is dying.”

“You will do anything to hurt our relationship, won’t you? A wife? Marin, bother someone else. I don’t have time for this.”

“You don’t have time to hear about, Celeste Mouerou?” My heart skipped a beat. The woman in the pictures he was with.

I hung up on her.

Chapter 17

H
ow
the hell I made it through the day and got any work done I don’t know. The phone call from Marin was enough to make me lose my mind. Thankfully, Fabrice was out of the office and I didn’t have to see him. That was going to be a different story once I left work. I was to be at his house for dinner and drinks with another couple that we were going to sit with at the Correspondents' Dinner.

I was in no mood for that and just the thought had my blood boiling. To sit there and act like a happy couple was not my idea of a good time. What I wanted to do was kick his ass. How dare he lie to me? I just mentioned her in Paris and that is when he became cold and distant and refused to talk until I stormed out of the bathroom. He kept telling me we needed to talk about her and about his past, but we never got a chance.

I went back to my condo after work. Thankfully, I had the condo to myself. I grabbed my laptop and searched her name again. Not much came out about her. It showed her again with Fabrice, her talking at a podium, and what little information about her that was out there. I googled Fabrice again and saw no mention of a wife anywhere on the internet. Around five I texted him.

Sick and went home to my condo. Can’t go out tonight. Sorry. See you tomorrow.

I thought about turning off my phone but left it on in case there was news on Anthony. He had been improving, and they hoped to have him wake up soon. He had moved his feet the other day my mom said. The police had no leads on who could have beat him up, and I’m still not convinced my brother didn’t have something to do with it. They were hoping once he wakes up he can give a description.

I made something to eat, laid down on the couch in our living room, and put on the television. I needed to go for a run and decided it was a good time to get my running gear on and headed out. I wanted to run about three miles and do it before it became dark. I put in my ear buds, turned on Madonna, and started running down the sidewalk. Halfway into my run a blacked-out SUV pulled up alongside me and the window rolled down.

“Isabella, get in the car.” It was Fabrice. His head was outside the window as the car drove at an alarmingly slow rate.

“Fuck you.” I pulled the ear buds out of my ears.

“What? Are we resorting to this again?”

I stopped, and the car stopped, as well. Fabrice stepped out and tried to touch me.