Complicated Ties (The Ties Trilogy (A Contemporary Erotic Romance Novel)) (10 page)

The evening was spent playing power ballads and drinking several bottles of Shiraz, with Lisha reminiscing about our college days spent partying.

“Here’s to past conquests, and no consequences”, Lisha raised her glass.

“Cheers, you know I bumped into Tommy Callahan the other day, you know the one with the large appendage”, I said looking at Lisha’s while her face turn slightly red.

“Tommy the ‘Tool’, now there was a man who could make you lose the ability to walk for a week”, the smile on Lisha’s face giving away the fact that she was remembering him in every detail.

I laughed.

“Although I could tell a few stories of you and Michael O’Brien, the one with the tattoo on his butt, you know the one of Marilyn Monroe”, I remember Michael, the summer spent in Catalina, remembering the ability he had, giving me multiple orgasms. I shivered at the thought.

“You and Michael, stuck on that boat for a week, when you did surface you did appear to have a large smile on your face”, Lisha opened another bottle of wine, adding to the previous empty ones that lay on the floor.

Michael O’brien was hot, it was undeniable. We met on South Beach after I  had just come back from water skiing, his tanned muscular chest glistening with beads of  water that ran down it.

I watched him walk towards the showers that were dotted along the pier, he removed his trunks and that's when I saw it, a tattoo of  Marilyn Monroe on his right butt cheek, the one of her standing above a grate and her dress blowing up.

He looked at me from across the from where he stood under the cascading water, I walked towards him.

“Hi, I’m Maddie”,

“Michael, I saw you watching me earlier”, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase, I’m going to a party later and wondered if you wanted to come”,

“Well you're very direct, Mm..let me think...sure ok”, I couldn’t stop looking at his toned chest.

“When you're finished looking at my chest, I’ve got a boat in  Two Harbors, you can come over later if you like”, he continued to shower, deliberately soaping his chest. He made no attempt to cover himself up, I could see his manhood hanging there,
‘I wonder what he tastes like’,
the thought interrupted by a passing police car. Michael wrapped a towel around himself as he walked towards a chevy.

“I’ll see you later then ,Maddie?”,

“Yeah Michael...later”, walking in the opposite direction I headed back to my dorm.

Around 6 I headed to Two Harbors in an attempt to find Michael’s boat and found it moored in between to sixty foot yachts, Michael was standing on the keel changing into a tee shirt, he spotted me and waved.

“Maddie!”, Michael put out his hand and helped me aboard,

“Michael, nice little boat you have.”, he took me below into his quarters, and I sat down on his bed, it’s messed up bedding making me feel comfortable.

“So...?”, I could see his question was leading somewhere.

“So...”, the atmosphere changed, as I moved closer to his face.

“I think you should lie down..”, Michael’s face  came closer to mine, I could smell the mixture of cigarettes and chewing gum.

And then he kissed me, I could taste the sea on his lips, they were moist and warm at the same time.

Lying on the bed, Michael moved down my body towards my trousers and began to unbutton them, slowly.

I could feel his hands move up towards my underwear and them being pulled down, his tongue running up and down my inner thigh,

“Fuck, that feels so good”, he stood up and looked deeply into my eyes, I knew what he wanted.

I stood up and knelt in front of him,

Pulling his white shorts down, his cock emerging in front of me, moving forward I placed it’s entirety in mouth, savoring its taste. I looked up at Michael and I could see the pleasure in his face beginning to form.

“Mm, Maddie that feels so good..please don’t stop..please”, with his request I continued to suck on his cock getting faster and faster. I could feel my pussy begin to become saturated with juice, my nipples becoming erect. I knew what I wanted Michael to do, I wanted to taste his juice and feel it run down the back of my mouth and into my throat.

“Fuck...keep going Maddie, I want to fuck you....your so fucking naughty”, pulling on his scrotum he began to moan as his body began to tense and twitch.

“Oh...fuck I’m gonna cum hard...”, with his last word I felt his cock tense as he unloaded his spunk into my mouth. Taking his cock into my hand, I licked what was left of it, and started to stroke his cock gently, willing it to get hard again so I could have it inside me.

Getting up and moving onto the bed with my legs separated and exposing myself to him, Michael moved towards me and pushed against my lips with his hardness, his cock pushing deep inside me. Michael began to increase his strokes, the walls of my pussy becoming more and wet.

“Fuck me harder Michael, I want to feel every part of you inside me”, moving my hands up to his nipples I began to pull on them making him moan with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

He responded by fucking me harder, I knew he was close to cumming and I wanted my orgasm first.

With my left hand I moved it onto my clit and began to rub it gently at first, I knew the sight of me pleasuring myself  was turning him on as his eyes revealed the truth .

“That’s so fucking dirty...”,

“Yeah,”, my response coming back under the guise of me attempting to breathe normally, but my breaths became more and more shallow as I rubbed my clit with more speed, the feeling of an orgasm starting to build.

“Oh fuck...fuck ...fuck me harder NOW Michael...”, I was on the precipiece of cumming as I felt his cock begin to twitch, and the look of complete pleasure in his face, I began to shake as my orgasm took over my body and I could feel him cum deep inside me.

We both collapsed onto his bed with me in his arms, and he looked into my eyes.

“I enjoyed that Maddie, it was euphoric”,

“Euphoric, Michael?”, I liked the way he put it

We spent the next few days on his boat with each day more and more sexual, eventually I left the boat and spotted Lisha on the dock with Tommy.

“Well hello you!”, the smile on her face revealling that she knew what I had done and had done to me.

“Well hello yourself, Hi Tommy”,

“Mads.”, he responded while his face was buried in a burrito.

“Fancy a lift back to college then?”, Lisha asked with that same smile on her face.

“Yeah cool”, we headed to Tommy’s car and eventually arrived at our dorm.

That summer I spent those two days on Michaels boat was amazing, we never kept in touch after that.

I could hear the dogs snoring by the fireplace, it’s roaring flames leaping up from the logs keeping them warm.

“Those dogs do look snugly, wondering what they dream of?”, Lisha looked at the dogs and took a large gulp from her glass.

“Probably of chasing something or other through the fields.. Although Oscar is probably dreaming of chasing skirt”, I laughed at my comment about Oscar, his left eye opening as his name was mentioned.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed Maddie, I’ll catch you at some point in the morning, and please can you not send in the cavalry to wake me up”, Lisha laughed as she walked towards her room.

“Sure, no cavalry..”.

I finished what was left in my glass, and headed to my room to try and get some sleep,thinking about all the planning I had to tomorrow.

The next morning arrived with the birds outside chirping, and Lisha came into my room looking bleary eyed and half asleep.

“Morning sleepy head...”, picking myself up out of bed

“I’ll get Alice to put some coffee on shall I?”, I asked as Lisha headed towards the bathroom.

When I eventually came into the lounge, the smell of coffee was beginning to fill the air.

“Morning Miss Maddie, How did you sleep?” she asked as she poured the black liquid into a large mug.

“Slept ok Alice, how was your day off?”, I asked as Alice handed me the mug and I took a hesitant sip.

Lisha made an appearance as my phone beeped the arrival of a text message.

FROM:  ABIGAIL HARKNESS

Maddie, Provisionally booked Friday for your event,secured auctioneer, could you sort marquee out as there's a few companies near you. The guest list is now at 500.

See you Friday

Abigail x

“Let me guess, we have to endure the really boring task of going out”, she quipped, drinking her coffee.

“Yep, marquee hunting, oh we’ve got Friday provisionally booked for the launch...it should be a good place to raise awareness”, on the way to the door I picked up my bag, I could see Ant polishing the Evoque through the glass of the front door.

Heading towards the front door, my phone began to ring,

“Hello”,

“Miss White, this Dan Pallomero from Catcherey Detective Agency, Your dad called me about you receiving unwanted calls and a delivery of roses”,

“Yeah Mr Pallomero, thanks for calling me. My dad said you were able to help me in some way”, my voice began to quiver slightly at the thought of the roses that were now residing in a kitchen cupboard.

“If you have the time this morning I can pop by to discuss the situation and how we can resolve it.”,

“I’ve got the next hour or so before I have to go out and organize a marquee for my launch for my charity on Friday”, I could hear him write something down on paper.

“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes Miss White...can I call you Maddie?”,

“Sure Dan, I’ll see you then”, the line went dead.

“Lish, we’ll have to hold on for a bit, there’s a private dick coming over to see me about that freak who sent me those roses”,

“Sure thing, should I make myself scarce?”, she asked putting her coat back onto the hook.

“Nah, stick around I’ll need the support”, she gave me a hug and we headed back into the lounge.

Fifteen  minutes later the door knocked, Dan Pallomero stood there. He reminded me of someone who spent his time catching crooks and beating a confession out of them, this kinda  of reassured me that he meant business.

“Miss White, I’m Dan”, as he flashed his badge , he stepped into the house with his cowboy boots echoing on the floor.

“Shall I show you the roses...they're in the closet in the kitchen”, we both moved into the kitchen and I pulled the box with its contents out of the closet and handed him the card.

“See there’s no sender address, usually UPS asks for one, did you get the delivery driver's name?”,

“And no I didn’t see an I.D badge, just a brown UPS van”, I started to sound worried.

“Did you manage to get his license plate number?”,  his voice now sounding direct and to the point.

“You mean he could of been a fake delivery driver?” Lisha said as she came in.

“Yes maam, anyone smart enough could steal a UPS van and uniform, your lucky your driver was there, otherwise it would of ended badly”, I had now become more worried at the thought of what could of happened if Ant had not been there.

“There’s no chance of finger prints as if he was that smart he would of worn gloves”,

“Fuck...he was wearing gloves...at at the time I didn’t think it was strange”,

“What kind of man would do that...come to your door and hand you a box of roses and pretend to be a UPS guy”, I could see Lisha getting angry.

“Just out of interest, could you describe him?”, he asked as he got a notepad out and began to write down some notes.

“Let me think, around six feet five, around 150Ibs, I couldn’t see his hair as it was under his cap, hazel or green eyes, freshly shaven...oh and a southern accent, like he was from Texas”, watching as Dan wrote it down.

“What about the call you received, did he say anything to you or was it just breathing?, he continued to write on his pad.

“Just breathing, no number..”,

“We’ll have to tap your phones, it only works on with unknown numbers”, I looked at Lisha and Lisha looked at me.

“You have CCTV don’t you?”, he asked as he put his notepad back in his jacket.

“Yeah only at the gate, do you want the tape then?”, I moved towards a cupboard and removed the tape from that day.

“I’ll have my guys take a look at it, see if we can lift the license plate from it and see who this schmuck is”, Dan stood up and I showed him to the door.

“I’ll speak to you at some point this week Miss White”, I closed the door behind him and returned to Lisha.

“Well that’s just fucked up, some oddball turning up at your door”,

“I wonder who he is...Forever yours x written on the card”, Lisha handed me a snifter of Whisky, I swallowed it with ease.

“Whoever this guy is, he knows your every move Mad.”, we both moved into the orangery and sat down with the dogs, Oscar came up to me and put his on my knee.
‘He always knows when something is wrong’
.

“Right then Lish, shall we resume our little trip, I believe Ant is waiting for us”,

“Lead the way Miss White, anyway all this talk of stalkers is creeping me out”, we both headed for the door and I grabbed my coat and bag from the hat stand that stood in my hall.

Ant was still waiting by the car, his usual smile was replaced by concern as we approached him.

“Everything ok Miss Maddie?”, he asked as he opened my door.

“Yeah Anthony, just trying to find out who sent those roses”, Failing to mention that the possibility that the UPS delivery guy was a fake.

“Ant, would you take us to 845 Park Avenue, were going to check out a decent marque for Friday,” Ant pulled the Evoque out of my drive and headed towards town, the traffic was quiet on a Sunday morning. I felt a surge of speed as we headed towards the freeway, Ant began to look a little worried.

“Please excuse my speed Miss, there appears to be a van following us, two cars behind, it’s been behind us since we left”, another surge in speed moved me across towards Lisha.

“Your kidding Ant...seriously?” Lisha’s face went a funny color.

“Yes Miss, it’s a black 1970’s Dodge B200”, I looked puzzled at his knowledge of the vans make.

Lisha looked at me and thought the same thing.

“Is it still behind us Ant?”,

“Yes Miss, three cars behind us, the van is taking  the same turns as we are, permission to ‘floor it’ as they say”, Lisha grabbed my hand.

“Do it!”, Ant put his foot on the gas pedal as we felt the Evoque gaining momentum.

Ant managed to lose the van and the atmosphere in the car returned to normal.

“Maddie, any chance you could keep a couple of tickets for me,  let’s say two..”, she asked as she drank from a can of red bull that was kept in a little fridge in front of us. “I’ll bring my dad, he’ll enjoy the night out”.

“Sure,

The traffic passed us by as we pulled onto Park Avenue, Williams Events Hire was at 845, a large 3000 square foot showroom housed various marquees and tables that had been set up.

“Welcome to Williams”, a smartly dressed man came up to us as we came through the door,

“How can we help you guys out?”, I looked at Lisha and Lisha looked at me. The same thought went through our minds
‘You guys?’,
“We're looking for a marquee that can hold around 500 people plus tables etc.”, the man looked at me and took us towards a door that led outside, a plethora of different shades of marquees stood before us,

“Well I don’t think we’ll have a problem of finding the right one”, Lisha said as she put her arm around me.

“Anything take your fancy?”, the man asked while I knew he was ogling Lishas low cut top which revealed her cleavage.

“Well if you can knock off $200 off that one over there”, as I pointed to the blue marquee with its flag poles displaying the State of California’s seal.

“Seriously?...$200..”, he asked while looking at Lisha, I knew she was playing along with my plan. Flirt and then get a discount.

“Ok...I’ll knock $200 off...only for you beautiful ladies...”, the man walked over to his desk and began to take our details.

“Address to where were going to deliver it to?”,

“Were gonna need to know where you would like us to set it up and the access arrangements?,

“11609 Sheldon Road, The White Horse Ranch,you’ll need  buzz the gate and my housekeeper will let you in” we both took a seat in front of him.

“Are you looking to hire tables and chairs as we have the matching ones for the marquee?”,

“Can we get some sort of deal then?..” Lisha asked as she made herself more comfortable in the plastic chair.

“Well with the marquee and matching dining chairs and tables...plus the linen, glassware, cuttlery...comes to $4800”, as he looked up from the calculator on his desk.

“$4500 and no more..plus we’ll knock $25 off a ticket for you.”, I told him as I began to write out a check.

“You drive a hard bargain Miss..$4500..it’s a deal”, I leant across towards him revealing a little more cleavage.

Handing him the recently written check, he gave me a receipt and I and Lisha left Williams and headed across the road to a Starbucks.