Sweet Immortal (The Golden Collection) (4 page)

             
I kept thinking about Georgina and HIM. I wanted to hurt him badly for taking my girl away from me. The police had dropped the charges against me. Mainly because my Mum refused to give any evidence. I had never meant to hurt her. I was a decent bloke. After finding out what she planned and plotted... I was angry.

             
I no longer spoke to Veronica and never wanted to again. Drugging me and making out we had slept together. Then telling Georgina she was pregnant... BITCH!!!!

             
At least I didn't have to live alone. A few weeks ago, a friend of mine had got in touch. He was moving back to Oxford and needed somewhere to stay. I offered him a place and he accepted. Riley was trying to make it as a model. I told him about Amy's agency and she took him on.

             
I gave a sigh... I needed my life back. Georgina was off with her lover and not giving a damn about me. I on the other hand was still pining for her.

             
I thought about her 24/7. I had never loved anyone like I loved her. Thanks to my Mother it was all gone. All my dreams and hopes smashed apart.

             
“Morning” Riley breezed through the front door. “You making coffee?”

             
I lifted my head to look at him. He was still wearing the clothes he had on last night. This was the fifth time this week he had stayed out. I nodded, got up and made my way over to the kettle.

             
“What did you do last night?” He asked sitting down at the breakfast bar. Why was he asking? He knew I never went anywhere.

             
“Nothing” I groaned. “What did you do?” I asked in a sarcastic manner.

             
Riley gave a little grin and shook his head. “I do not kiss and tell. But I will tell you it was good!” I walked back over to the breakfast bar and placed the two coffee's down. “She was wild!” His eyes widen. “I mean really wild!”

             
I gave a little laugh. “I thought you were going to concentrate on modelling?”

             
“I am...” He protested. “You should come out with me tonight?” I was about to reply with no when his phone went off. He pulled it out of his pocket and up to his ear. “Hello... Yes speaking..... What?... Seriously???.... WAIT!!” His eyes turned to me. “You gotta help me out!”

             
“With what?” I raised an eyebrow. Every time I helped him out something bad happened.

             
“The photographer for my shoot cancelled and Amy can't get another one till next week. If I don't have it today they will give the contract to someone else. Please” he begged.

             
I looked down. I hadn't worked in months. I couldn't bring myself to even look at a camera. Photography had been my pride and joy. I looked back at Riley. His eyes were pleading with me and I felt a little bad. Maybe I could help him out? What was the worst thing that could happen?

             
“Okay” I smiled.

             
“Hey Blake said he would do it... Cool see you then” he put the phone down and a big smile appeared on his face. “You have saved my life. You are a friend and a half.”

             
I shrugged my shoulders and gave a half hearted smile. “It's what I am here for.”

             
“Now Riley place one hand in your pocket and the jacket over your shoulder” I ordered. Riley did exactly what I said and I began taking pictures. I was on a little rush. I was back where I belonged. Amy was sat at a table looking through some we had taken earlier on the laptop.

             
“Wow, these are really good, Blake” she beamed at me.

             
“You look surprised” I grinned.

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“Work for me!”

             
I was stunned. She said it so casually. I looked over at Riley and he was giving me the thumbs up.               Could I really go back working for someone after the experience I had last time?

             
Although, I did need a reason to get out of the house. Today was the first time I actually felt I was living.

             
“You serious?” I asked.

             
Amy walked over to me flicking her thick dark hair. I had never noticed it before but she was beautiful. A nice curvy figure, think dark hair, dark eyes and clear olive skin. I could feel my heart beating fast.

             
She placed her hand on my arm. “Of course” her eyes were burning into me. “Your gifted, Blake. Please I need someone on my team like you.” She gave a little smirk. “Besides, I need someone to keep an eye on Mr Shag-anything-that-walks.”

             
“I heard that!” Riley gave her the model grin.

             
“Please....” She urged. I rolled my eyes. How could I refuse?

             
“Okay” I smiled.

             
We were sat in a little back street pub. Riley had decided to join us much to my insisting he went home. It felt like it had been years since I had been out. The pub was quiet. Only two men sat at the bar and a couple of female students at another table. It felt very relaxed here and I wouldn't of been up to anywhere rowdy. Riley was over trying to impress the students.

             
Where there’s a female there’s Riley.

             
“What have you been doing since...?” Amy began, she raised an eyebrow.

             
“Nothing” I replied. “Just lucky Riley came to stay with me as I think I would of gone mad.”

             
Her hand reached over the table and grabbed mine. The first prober contact I'll had with anyone in weeks. That small gesture felt good. Her hand was warm and soft. I looked up and deeply into her eyes. She was beautiful.

             
Why hadn't I noticed this before?

             
“Blake...” She said softly, I liked the way she said my name. “How about we ditch Casanova and go back to my place?” Her eyes gave a little glint of desire.

              I gave her hand a little squeeze. “Mm mm.. I don't think that is a good idea. I really don't want a run with George or her lover!!”

             
Amy tilted her head to the side and gave a breathtaking smile. Some deep longing feeling began. I was into her and that was surprising. I had never seen her in this light before.

             
“Then your in fucking luck.” She lent froward, her lips were itches from mine. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her. “Georgina is miles away in LA!!”

             
“Then we should head off to yours....”

              Me and Amy were sat on the sofa drinking wine and laughing. Everywhere I looked there was something belonging to Georgina. It felt strange seeing her belongings somewhere that wasn't my place.

             
Amy shifted a little towards me. She smelt fantastic and little tingle ran through my body. It had been a while since I had sex and now I had that urging feeling. I craved the need to be held and wanted.

             
Amy placed her glass down and took mine away. She placed it down and turned back round to me. Her fingertips brushed the side of my face and she moved a little closer. I could feel my heart beating rapidly with excitement.

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“We don't have to do this” she sighed. “If your not ready.. Then I do understand.”

             
I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pushed her lips on to mine. Our tongues

invading each others mouth’s. I had to do this. I had to move on and no longer think about Georgina. Amy could be my form of therapy.

              Amy pulled away breathing heavily. “Wow!” She gasped and her eyes were really wide. “Your a fucking excellent kisser.” I gave a little smug nod in agreement. She jumped up and grabbed hold of my hand. “Lets see what else your good at.”

             
I followed her in the bedroom and closed the door behind me. She turned to face me and her eyes never left mine. Slowly and seductively she began to strip. I watched as she discarded her clothes and revealed her perfect toned curvy body.

             
I walked over and placed my hands on the sides of her face. “Your a very beautiful woman, Amy” I said before leaning forward and placing my lips on hers. Her hands moved up into my hair and our kiss deepen. We were hungry for each other. Both fuelled by this intense sexual tension.

             
She began to move me backwards, not once taking her lips away from mine. I felt the bed behind my knees and we fell on to it. My hands grabbed her arse and I gave it a little squeeze.

             
“Your still wearing your clothes” she giggled cheekily nipping my lip with her teeth. “Why don't you remove them and I'll get the condom.”

             
She moved over to her bedside cabinet. In a flash I kicked my shoes off, undid my jeans and removed the lot. I laid back placing my hands behind my head. I was all hers.. Whatever she wanted to do she could.

             
She came back over and her eyes fell on to my dick. She licked her lips and her eyes filled with greed. She ripped opened the condom with her teeth and removed the packing.

             
“Well who's been eating all their veg?” She joked as she rolled the down condom on my length. “Now... I am going to fuck you sweetly” she hissed.

             
She straddled on top of me, lowered down and slowly I filled her up.  I let out a little air from my mouth. She began to move up and down. She was deliciously wet from just those few movements. Slowly she began to swirl her hips, she leaned back and grabbed hold of my legs. I began to massage her sweet spot as I did her groans escalated.

             
She began to get out of control, bouncing up and down on me, pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her. My hands reached out for her arse and I grabbed it tightly. Pushing myself inside of Amy. She began to shake and her groans turned into screams. I felt my toes curl and then I to came screaming at the top of my voice.

             
I could of passed out from the long awaited orgasm. I tried to regain my breath, but nothing I did worked. Amy rested her head on my chest and began to trail her nails up and down my arm.

             
“I take that  was the first since?” I just nodded, I was unable to speak. A little smile sprung to her lips. “Glad to of been of fucking assistant” she laughed. I laughed with her and held her tight.

             
All of a sudden I had forgotten...

             
Who was Georgina Dawson?

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CHAPTER 5

             
I was glad we had got back on British ground. Georgina had been a nightmare for the remainder of our stay in LA. I knew for a fact it had to do with Debbie but she wouldn't tell me. I felt removed from her and it was fucking disturbing me.

             
“Where are we staying tonight?” I asked while picking up the suitcases from  baggage claim. Georgina just shrugged and carried on staring at her feet.

             
That was it!

             
I couldn't take her shit no more. She was behaving like a sulky teenager. I threw the case on the floor and grabbed hold of her. I didn't give a fuck who was watching.

             
“What is wrong with you?” I yelled. “Tell me or I will torture it out of you!”

             
Georgina's eyebrows shoot up and her cheeks flushed a little. I knew I had caused us some attention but I didn't care.

             
“Not here” she said quietly. “Lets go back to mine and talk about it.”

             
My eyes narrowed and I regained myself. “Mine!” I demanded. “I don't want Amy knowing our business... Come!” I gathered up the cases. I wanted to get the fuck out of this airport.

             
Finally we stepped out into the fresh air. My new Aston Martin DB9 was waiting for us.

             
“Now we have to be driven everywhere?” She said in a rude manner, I felt my mouth tighten. She was really pushing it now. The driver stepped out and took the suitcases off me.