Make Believe (15 page)

“Mom, Dad,” Elliott says and kisses them both on the cheek.

“We’re so glad you could make it son,” his dad replies.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” He looks so proud of his dad.

Elliott’s mum leans across us and shakes my hand, “Elliott, who’s this gorgeous creature?”

“This is Jessica, my girlfriend!” He has the biggest grin on his face.

I flush red and stare at him. The arse - that was not the plan! I don’t know what to say.

“In that case, it’s very nice to meet you, Jessica. We feel very honoured, it’s very rare we meet Elliott’s girlfriends. We normally just end up reading about them.” She smiles touching his arm.

“Well, you can’t complain this, Mom.” He smiles, kissing her on the cheek.

“I think it’s time we went and got a drink.” He excuses us and we head to the bar.

I dig my fingernails into his hand, but before I have time to say anything we are greeted by a pretty, young blonde lady who looks the spitting image of Elliott.

“Hey, Carls, great party,” he gushes, picking her up and swinging her around.

“Thanks, not that I had any help from you.” She smiles, gently punching his arm.

“This, Carly, is my beautiful girlfriend, Jessica.”  He gestures to me.

I flush red again.

“Nice to meet you, Jessica. Please excuse my surprise. Elliott rarely introduces his sexual conquests as his girlfriends”

Elliott rolls his eyes.

“Carly, stop it.”

I feel the anger race through my bones.

“That’s because I’m not one of his sexual conquests …yet,” I smile and look away.

She burst out laughing.

“You were right, Elliott, she isn’t like the others. She has her own mind.” She smiles, shaking my hand gladly.

“Carly hates the fact that, for some reason, when a girl dates me she loses her intelligence.”

“But I can see it’s different with you, Jessica. I hope you’ll both be happy.” She smiles, kissing Elliott on both cheeks and walks away.

We dance the night away, which is helped by the drinks that are flowing freely. Elliott runs his fingers up and down my back, resting his hands on my bottom.

“I think it’s time for us to leave, Jess,” he says so salaciously.

Igniting the excitement which is gushing through me, I bury my head in his neck. He smells so good, along with looking incredibly hot in his blazer and jeans.

“Oh yes, definitely,” I smile, taking a deep breath and thinking about what the night ahead holds for me.

Chapter 10

Elliott holds my hand and leads me up the stairs.

“So, Jessica, where would you like to sleep tonight?” he purrs.

The thought of the first time I stayed around his place and he gave me the choice, of his room or the spare room, appears in my head.

“Where would you like me to sleep, Elliott?”  The best defence is a rhetorical question.

He laughs.

“No, no this is your decision, not mine.” He brushes his hand down my face.

“Ok, fair point. How big is your bed, big enough for two to sleep in?” I laugh.

“I’ve had more than two in there, Jess!” he laughs.

I join in, not really grasping what he’s just said.

“I don’t plan on sleeping when you’re in there anyway, Jess. I couldn’t resist you if you were next to me.” His eyes turning wild, lustful.

“Thank God, I don’t want to sleep,” I breathe.

He grasps my hand and leads me to his bedroom. He pushes open the door and there, in the middle of the room, is a huge leather sleigh bed. The room is immaculate - it’s all brown and creams with a very distinctive print on one wall and a massive TV on the other. It’s very alpha male.

“Nice room.”

“It’s even better with you in it,” he whispers. He starts trailing kisses down my neck. I lift my head slightly giving him more access. He kisses me across the top of my strapless dress, managing to undo it whilst he does. It drops to the floor.

I’m standing there in my black lace underwear. Thank God it’s matching.

He stands back to take a better look.

“My God, Jess, you’re beautiful. Really beautiful, you have such a perfect body.” I feel my face flush red. Feeling quite self-conscious, I fold my arms.

“No, don’t do that, Jess. You’re perfect, you shouldn’t keep this hidden,” he smiles and waves his hand up and down my body.

He reaches over and kisses me. The heat between us is incredible; I want to hurry, as I want him inside me so much. But he won’t let me. My hand falls down to his zip, I pull it down and fumble with his button. His trousers fall to the floor. He casually steps out of them and manages to pull his blazer off at the same time. His hands trace down my back to the top of my bum. Our lips still touching, he bends his legs and picks me up and carries me over to the bed, our bodies touching. He lays me down on my back and gently falls on top, kissing me the whole time. His lips start trailing down my body towards my breasts, where he somehow manages to release them from my bra. He gently kisses them at first, but then starts to nibble as well; I feel the excitement brewing between my legs. He then concentrates on just my nipples, twisting and pulling with his tongue, the sensation is driving me crazy. I can’t control my hips, they start moving in time with his tongue.

I want to scream it’s too much, I want him to take me and I want him to do it now. I grab his hair with my hands, and try and pull him away but he just works them harder. I tug his hair again and he groans with excitement.

“Oh no you don’t, Jess. I’ve wanted you for such a long time, let me have all of you please,” he purrs. With that, he starts trailing his kisses down across my stomach to the top of my pants. He kisses are just teasing me, I feel myself reeling underneath him. God, I want him in me now, please!  He lips trace through my strip of hair, down. The feeling is incredible, this man certainly knows what he’s doing. Jeez. His tongue invades me, circling everywhere then rests on my special spot. God, I have never felt anything like it before. I want to scream, but just as I find some self-control his fingers find me, pushing me over the edge.

“Oh my God, Elliott, I don’t think I can take it. please, Please make love to me now!” I scream.

He sits up and pulls his top off and, oh my God, his body glistening with sweat. It drives me wild the more I see.

“You’re sure you want me to do this, Jessica?” he asks.

“Oh God, yes and now.” He laughs and leans over to his drawer, he fumbles around and pulls out a silver foil packet. He rips open the condom and places it on the end of his impressive length.

He then climbs across me and kisses me again. I raise my hips to meet him, he manoeuvres himself perfectly and slowly sinks into me.

“Oh my God, yes!” I shout.

He moves slowly at first taking all of me in. I caress his bottom and his glides faster, thrusting harder into me, in and out, in and out. I can’t help but moan with excitement, the sensation so unbelievable, corrupting my body the more he thrust. I can’t stop myself coming instantly as he does.

I try and wriggle underneath him as he’s still on top of me, not that I want to be anywhere else other than here. I look at him. “I have never had sex like that before, it was amazing. Thank you, Elliott.”

He smiles, “That’s quite OK, Jessica, anytime!”  With one swift move he pulls out of me and sits up, he pulls off his rubber friend and walks into the bathroom. I can’t help it but I give a little scream into my pillow. Oh my God, I have just had the best sex of my life, with the sexist man on the planet. I am one lucky girl. Elliot walks back into the room totally naked.

“Do you know you have an amazing body, Elliott?” I feel confident now that I’ve had the pleasure of that body.

“Why thank you, Miss Ing, I work hard at keeping it like this. You don’t have such a bad one yourself.” He smiles, leaning across the bed, he pulls back the sheets and throws them back.

“In fact, Miss Ing, I think I need a closer look, “ he laughs and bends down to my toes and starts kissing his way up.

“Round two is in order, Miss Ing!”

I giggle, losing myself in him again.

***

“Are you sure this dress looks OK, Elliott, it’s not too short? I’ve never been to a polo match.”

“When are your dresses ever too short? You look beautiful. In fact, I don’t think I need to go, you’re becoming a celebrity in your own right.” He hands me today’s paper. They are photos of us shopping accompanied by the headline “Jessica’s way to shop to the top!”

“What an earth does that mean?” I ask, feeling insecure.

“It just crap, Jess, they’re just trying to sell papers, that’s all.”

“What does it say?”

“It’s just about how you’re spending my money - and before you stress, I know the deal, I’ve just lent you the money and you’re paying me back,” he says, brushing my cheek.

I smile at him. 

“Good, I’m glad that’s clear.” I hear the front door.

“Hudson’s here, Jess, we’d better go.”

“What, Hudson?” Panic rises in my voice.

“Yep, of course. He has to come to all charity/ work events…… You OK, Jess?”

I feel the blood draining from my face.

“I need a minute. You go down - I’ll be down in a sec.”

He kisses my head and heads downstairs.

I sit on the bed and take a deep breath. I tell myself over and over again, You can do this, Jess, don’t let him win, don’t let him win. I count to ten, stand up and walk over to the mirror.  I say it one more time, “Don’t let that asshole win.” And walk to the door.

“Oh look, it’s the beautiful Jessica Ing,” I hear Hudson’s voice as I grace the stairs.

Hudson holds his hand out to me as I reach the bottom step, in that “Hello” way.

I don’t touch it; I walk straight past him and head for Elliott.

“Hello, Hudson,” I acknowledge as I walk straight past him.

I see the anger appear on his face. Ha bastard! I feel my inner-self victory dancing.

“No date, Hudson?” Elliott asks.

“No, I couldn’t decide who to bring. I had a choice of two this morning if you know what I mean.” He laughs.

Err, he really is disgusting.

“Hudson, not around, Jessica, please,” Elliott scolds him.

Hudson looks taken aback.

“I think you’ve been spending far too much time doing girls’ things, Elliott. You’re turning into a pussy! There would have been a time you’d have joined me or maybe I’ll join you later.”  He laughs again, eyeing me up and down.

“I think it’s time we left. Simon’s outside.” Elliott jostles us out of the front door, looking incredibly uncomfortable.  We’re heading off in the Range Rover again. Oh God, that means close proximity to him.

I feel my inner turmoil shivers traveling up and down my spine.  Elliott helps me into the car and I’m forced to sit next to him.  He looks at me, noticing how close I’m going to be and smiles.  Elliott squeezes in next to me, pushing me closer.

I try to not listen to their discussion as I don’t want to be involved with anything he is. I stare out the window wishing I was someplace else, just Elliott and I.

We arrive at the polo match. Simon opens the door and Hudson gets out first, he holds his hand out for me. I begrudgingly take it. The photographers are already poised with their cameras ready and waiting to shoot a glimpse of Elliott. He eventually climbs out behind us. I try and hang back to wait for him, but Hudson has other ideas. He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him, guiding me away from Elliott and the photographers.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I spit, trying to remove his arm from my waist.

“Making sure Elliott’s in the limelight.” He smiles.

“I was just going to wait for him. Not stand with him.”

“I’ve told you before, Jessica, do not get in the way of my investment!”

“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about, Hudson. And to be honest, I don’t want to know. All I care about is Elliott, and I will not let you screw this up for me like you tried to before. I haven’t forgotten what you did to me, and when it’s time, Elliott will know!” I smile at him and walk off. He tries to grab me back but I shake him off.

I think I’ve lost my mind, what the hell am I doing challenging him here? I’m not sure Elliott would even believe that Hudson would be capable of such a terrible thing. He’s made me so cross ushering me away like a child. How dare he? I am nothing to do with him. I feel my blood starting to boil again.

“There you are? Where did you go?” Elliott asks, taking my hand.

“Sorry, Hudson took me away, I don’t know why.”

“He’s in the weirdest of moods. I think someone’s really pissed him off. He’s not himself – probably the girls from this morning.” He smiles, kissing my hand. “Thank God, I don’t have that problem.” He smiles.