Sweet Immortal (The Golden Collection) (14 page)

             
I felt my fist tighten. No one spoke about Georgina like that. Besides, why did she think I even wanted her? I had never given any intention that I wanted her. I didn't even like her. I couldn't stand the fact we even breathed the same air.  I could feel my anger waiting to explode.  I looked over at Georgina and the body guard was still in his place. She was safe at the moment. I grabbed hold of Debbie's arm, I really didn't want her making a scene and I dragged her out into the hallway.

             
“Ow!” She cried. “Maxwell! Your hurting me. Get off my arm.”

             
Once safety in the hall I pushed her away from me. The idea I had just touched that made me feel sick. I looked directly at her and gave a laugh. How could she even compare herself to Georgina? Right it was time she was going to listen and it was going to sink in.

             
My tone was low and full of authorization. “I have no idea what is going on here... I will tell you this only once and clearly. I DO NOT WANT YOU!! You make my skin crawl and I despise the ground you walk on.” She brought her hand to her mouth and began shaking her head. “I can't stand you and I do not want you in my life.” I let out a frustrated sigh and ran my hand through my hair.

             
“But Olivia” she cried.

             
“This has nothing to do with Olivia” I screamed. “This you and your twisted mind all over again. Just get out of my fucking sight and never return. I want nothing to do with you. Understand?” She nodded. “Good! Now go!”

             
I watched her leave the building and I felt relief rush through me. Thankfully the monster was gone and hopefully never returning. I could get back to Georgina.

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              I walked back into the party. She instant ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her forehead and stood back to admire my sexy woman.

             
“Having fun?” I asked, placing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

             
“Yes” she beamed.

             
“Good... Come!” I grabbed hold of her hand and led her over to the stage. It was speech time and time to rock Miss Dawson's world. I walked up on to the stage with my woman by my side. Everyone hushed and all their attention focused on us.

             
I walked over to the microphone. “Firstly, I want to thank everyone for coming tonight. Georgina and I really appreciate that you all took the time to come and join us on Georgina's big night.” I turned to Georgina, it was show time. I grabbed her other hand and dropped to my knees. “I never asked you properly so here goes....” I never lost eye contact with her. “Miss Dawson, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?”

             
A massive smile appeared on her face. “Yes!” She yelled. I jumped up and scooped her up in my arms. Everyone was cheering and clapping. Finally everyone knew how I felt about my Miss Dawson.

             
I placed her back down on to the ground. “It's official now.”

             
She leaned froward and kissed me. “It always has been.”

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CHAPTER 11

             
Riley came in and slammed the door behind him. “Fucking cunts!” he spat and sat down on the sofa opposite me and Amy. He pulled his tie off and threw down on the coffee table. “You know,  she isn't even a  bloody model!”

             
“We have no idea what your talking about?” I laughed, draping my arm round Amy and giving Riley my full attention. “What happened?”

             
“Apparently it was her night!” He huffed. “What a joke? I'm in the picture too you know, but do I get a mention? Noooo! Everything was all about her.” He folded his arms like a  teenager having a strop.

             
Amy looked at me and  tried to hide her amusement. “Well” she began. “It couldn't of been that bad?”

             
Riley looked over at us and narrowed his eyes. “Maxwell made this big speech about how grateful he was everyone came to Georgina's night and then he proposes to her!

             
“And you wanted him to propose to you?” Amy snorted. I tried to keep a straight face. Riley pissed off was a funny sight.

             
“Don't be a dick!” he snarled at Amy. “This is my career and I was over shadowed by a fucking PA who is shagging the boss. What a fucking piss take! And to top it all that date you set me up with  did a fucking runner!”

             
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and pulled it out. The ID was showing up Debbie's name. “I have to take this” I said to them both, I got up and walked into my bedroom. I quickly answered. “Yeah.”

             
“Tonight didn't work” she cried. “He threw me out! They are getting married, Blake. We have to bring the other plan froward. I need that fucking whore gone, Blake!”

             
“Okay...Okay” I tried to calm her down. “Lets meet tomorrow and arrange everything.”

             
“Good” she sobbed. “We will meet in your Mothers hotel suite, just like before.” With that she hung up and I was left staring at the phone. This was all going to actually happen now? Why was I feeling full of dread? Georgina deserved all of this. For months she had been sneaking around shagging that man behind my back. I was the one made to look stupid. Georgina Dawson deserved everything that was coming her way.

             
I was on a quick lunch just like Mr Golden Rule had demanded. Me and Amy were sat in our second favourite place in Oxford, Marks and Spencer’s café. I had been told I was not allowed to go anywhere except here and I had to be back within the hour. Ever since he had placed this ring on my finger he had got very controlling.

             
“Riley was pissed at you” Amy laughed.

             
I shrugged. “I didn't know anything about the party. Maxwell surprised me with everything.” I gave a slight smirk. “I'll apologize to him.”

             
“Why?” Amy frowned. “The bloke is a prick. Every time me and Blake are alone he appears. I wouldn't be surprised if he stands outside the door while we're fucking!”

             
I screwed my nose up, that wasn't a pleasant image! “Hang out at yours!”

             
“He won't!” Amy sat back in her seat and began to play with the spoon in her cup. “He seems very distracted at the moment.” She stopped and tilted her head to the side. “Its like his mind is occupied with something that isn't me...” Amy looked up and her eyes moved to behind me. I followed her gaze. She leaned froward and lowered her voice. “That man had been watching us since we sat down.. Do you know him?”

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My eyes fell on the muscular man with the bold head. He was now talking on his phone. I had seen him before. In fact, I had seen him last night. He kept hanging around me...

             
WAIT!! This had to be the work of Mr Golden Rule!!!!!!

              I  stormed into his office and threw my bag down on his sofa. I marched over to his desk and slammed by hands down while leaning over and giving him his cold stare.

             
“Nice lunch?” He gave me his special smile. I didn't reply. “Guess not” he laughed, stumping his cigarette out.

             
“Why have you got a man following me about?”

             
“A man? Following you about?” He began to rub his fingertip over that magical mouth. “You'll have to point him out to me. I don't like people looking at what's mine!” He gave a little laugh and placed his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his throne.

             
“Maxwell!” I screamed with annoyance. Was he laughing at me? “You have got a man following me about.” I folded my arms. “Why?” I demanded.

             
“Are we being inquisitive or plain paranoid, Miss Dawson?”

             
“No! Miss Dawson thinks you have hired some giant to witness my every move”

             
He rolled his eyes. “And why would I do that?”

             
“This maybe?” I spat holding up my engagement ring.

             
“Meaning?”             

             
“Meaning does this ring have to be attached with an overbearing,controlling stalker husband?”

             
A wicked smile sprung to his lips. He slowly rose up out of his seat and walked round to where I was standing. My eyes instantly diverted to the bulge in his trousers.

             
What was wrong with this man?

             
Did he  have no self control?

             
He came up behind me and his fingers dug into my hips. I could feel his engorged manhood pressing into my back.

             
“I like being in control” he hissed in my ear. “Especially more so with you, Miss Dawson.” Just feeling his breath on the back of my neck sent me to the dark sensual place we shared together.

I hands sprawled out on the desk to keep myself up right. Just his presence sent me over the edge. I felt his thumbs dig into the waist band of my thong and he pulled it down to my ankles. I heard his zip open and his trousers hitting the floor.

              Once again his breath was against my ear and all the little hairs on my arms were standing. “I've wanted to do this to you forever!” His hand pushed to lower on his desk and then they began to caress my arse. Out of the blue Slap! All my muscle clutched in desire.

             
“Spread those legs” he demanded, I did and slowly he filled me up. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head. Slowly he moved himself in and out of me. Each movement made me wetter and arching for more. His hips began to swirl, his hand softly brushing up and down my legs.

             
“I love your legs” he groaned, still deliciously rotating himself inside me. “I love your arse.” His hands gripped hold of it. “Everything about you is perfect, Miss Dawson. You...Are... Mine!” He pounded into and then pulled himself out. He grabbed hold of arm and pulled me back up. “Face me” he pleaded. I slowly turned to face him and my eye locked with his.

             
All of a sudden he scooped me up, carried me over to the sofa and laid me down. He laid down on top of me and re-entered. My head moved back in deep intense pleasure. His lips were everywhere my lips and my neck. His fingertips curled in my hair.

             
I curled my toes and my explosion took place. He speeded up, losing his control. One finally swirl and he came too.

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We both laid on the sofa our limbs all tangled together. I watched as Georgina recovered from her post orgasmic state. My fingertips slowly traced her cheek. Hopefully, I had distracted her from all the questions. I did feel guilty hiding it all from her, there was just no way I could confess and let her freak out. Especially after all the business with Mrs Waterman. Her finger entwined in my hair and I could of easily fall a sleep in her arms. My mind went back to earlier while Georgina was out with Amy. Jan had brought it another mysterious package into me. It was full of pictures of Georgina from last night. The one that disturbed me the most was a picture taken while I was proposing to her. Someone had gorged out her eyes and written whore in red marker. Just the thought someone had been watching her made me feel sick.

             
I hugged her harder and never wanted to let go. I had to get us away from here just to keep her safe. Maybe we could go to Spain like she suggested.

             
I sat up. “Lets go and see your Dad?” I blurted out.

             
“When?” She instantly replied. The massive smile on her face pulled at my heart strings. Why would anyone want to hurt such a perfect woman like her?