My Sweet Isabella (The Ambassador Trilogy #3) (24 page)

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memories of that moment in the coffee shop was still fresh in my mind, even months later. I had flashbacks and nightmares nearly every day. Something I never had when I was in special Ops. I’ve been through shootings, bombings, and massacres. Nothing like this has ever affected me as badly. The flashes were the faces of the people being shot. The look of terror in a child’s face as a gun is pointed at his head. The mothers voice in my head pleading for the cowardly killer to take her life instead. The screams of the innocent as they were slaughtered for no reason other than being at the wrong place at the wrong time. They were unlucky to be where I was that day. They were going about their day, enjoying life, and then, executed as if they meant nothing. The smell of blood I can’t get out of my memory. There was so much blood. Bodies everywhere were strewed across the floor in front of me. The thoughts kept me up most nights even with Isabella next to me. If I did sleep, I slept for a couple of hours a night and woke up in a cold sweat
. Reaching over and feeling her next to me, helped calm my night terrors. I didn’t tell her about how bad the dreams were. She didn’t need to know.

I was restless and insomnia was now my enemy. I slipped out of bed leaving her warm and safe under the covers. I made my way to a shower and decided to get to the office early. The memories could not be washed away as easily as I hoped. I found myself standing in the scalding shower trying to forget the pain. I looked down at the scar forever reminding me of that horrible day. The pain, the smell the sounds. It was too much to bare at times when I thought of the poor, innocent people that lost their lives because of me. They probably didn’t even know me, yet they were to pay for what I had done. The guilt lingered as I dried off and started my day. I didn’t notice Isabella watched me standing in the doorway. I jumped when I turned around to see her standing there naked. Her hair a mess from sleeping, her face clean with no makeup. I still didn’t feel worthy enough for such a remarkable woman.

“What’s wrong?” she asked in her sleepy voice.

“Can’t sleep, so I’m going to go into the office early. What are you doing up?” I was like a deer caught in headlights. Gazing at her I felt my cock get hard.

“I was horny and wanted you. You weren’t there. Come back to bed and make me come, Fabrice.” Holy fuck. How could any man refuse that? Her need for me pushed away all the bad thoughts when I looked at her.

No one in their right mind would. I was the luckiest mother fucker around.

I walked toward her and she held out her hand to guide me back to the bed. She climbed in and waited for me to get in next to her. The covers were still warm from her sleeping there while I showered. She lay on her back and spread her legs. I looked down. She was right she was horny and wet and all mine. Gazing at her laying in the soft white of my bed sheets brought out the femininity in her that drove me mad and made me glad I was a man. Her tanned skin against the stark white
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her hair wild and crazy fanned out over the fluffy pillows and most importantly the look in her eyes that told me only I could satisfy her the way she needed.

“Fabrice,” she purred as she writhed around. For once I didn’t know what to do. I shivered gazing at her. She had the most perfect body there ever was. She was a sexual playground, and she waited for me to start playing. I bent down and took one of her nipples in my mouth and bit her ever so lightly. She moaned. My hand roamed across her and down to her pussy. My fingers slid in low, and she raised her hips up. Isabella grabbed onto my cock and rubbed it on her clit. The wetness of her want made me even harder. The need to bring her to an orgasm became vicious. Watching her squirm with need made me insanely horny myself. My fingers were still inside her. I loved knowing I could hit that spot that made her scream. I took my fingers out of her and she grabbed my hand and put my fingers to my mouth. I knew what she wanted. I licked them as I looked at her. We said nothing as I sucked on my fingers. The sun came up and peeked through the curtains. It cast a dim light around the room making the mood even more sensual.

“What do you want my sweet girl?” I could barely speak. Her hand still clasped my cock as she worked me up and down. I hovered over her as she looked up at me.

“I want you to come all over me, Fabrice.” Fuck. That was hot, and I was about there. She kept stroking my cock from the tip down to my nuts. She pulled my head down with her one hand and kissed me, tracing the outline of my lips with her tongue. I was so close. My cock hurt I was so turned on. The way she jacked me off was like nothing I ever had before. Her hand so firm yet soft, and she knew when to go fast and slow down.

“I want your cum all over me today, Fabrice. I want to know you are with me. Come hard all over me.” She was being so naughty, spurring on my orgasm as I felt it coming up and my body tightened. I looked down to see her pussy slick and open to me and I spewed like a volcano, all over stomach. She stopped stroking me after the last spurt and rubbed my cum into her skin like lotion. When she was done she looked extremely horny and I wanted her to come. I knew she needed to come so I flopped on my back and pulled her to me.

“Turn around and stick your ass out. I want to get you off.” My voice sounded hoarse, and my cock was still semi hard. She stuck her ass out and quickly settled her pussy on my face. She arched her back and I knew she liked me teasing her. Playfully I lapped her up and sucked on her clit until I felt the throb in my mouth. She was close. With her wetness covering my face she cried out. “Don’t stop Oh god don’t stop.” Her body tightened, and my hands caressed her ass as she came hard grinding into me. Listening to her groan as she continued to use my face to rub her clit to an orgasm was so fucking hot. Her thighs tightened around my head. Once the orgasm slowed, so did her gyrating. I could have stayed like that all day. Needless to say, I had a rushed morning after that. I spent the day at the Embassy with her taste on my lips.

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My brother was still not located after two months. The FBI looked for him in France and Italy. I had spoken to the Italian Ambassador and briefed him on what happened. He was glad to help out in the search or whatever he could do. There was no sign of him anywhere. I found that hard to believe. Romain wasn’t that slick to up and run away without a sign. Where he was, I didn’t know and at that point in my life, I didn’t care. My mother took the news as well as I had expected. That was her first born. He was a prince in her eyes no matter what he did. But, like my father, she had enough. She kept saying he would come back. After all the times he disappeared on us before, he always came back or contacted my parents. This time, he just vanished. I began to believe maybe he did kill himself.

What helped my mother cope was telling her I needed her to plan the wedding for Isabella and me. Isabella called and told her what she wanted and my mom had a renewed energy to get things moving. We also insisted they fly to DC for Thanksgiving and she and Isabella would be in charge of the entire meal. It didn’t take much to get her to agree. We were moving on with our lives and doing the best we could to make everything work. With Andrea now dead, and my country confirming the bombing of this groups headquarters, I felt we were safe again. They had bodies of this group. All of them were confirmed dead, and with that including the sons of the terrorists. I was satisfied.

There was still a lot to do even though the plans had changed. We needed a caterer, a band and a priest. I offered to fly Father Dave down to Paris to surprise Isabella. He agreed. The band? I got a hold of Marco and offered to fly him and his band down if he would play. He agreed. We were at five weeks out, on schedule, and the wedding couldn’t get here soon enough for me.

At Thanksgiving, my parents came to Washington and we spent the holiday with the Piori’s. We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in France, but I felt this was a good time to start a new tradition. We were now almost Americans, and Thanksgiving was a major ordeal for the Piori clan, and a beautiful holiday shared by the people we loved the most. I decided to have dinner at the mansion for a change. My house was used for all types of parties and benefits, why not a family Thanksgiving? I had someone come in and decorate. My girl was in her glory, cooking the day before. My mom and dad came out early and of course, the two women in my life were back in the kitchen doing what they did best. The smell throughout the house was so inviting. It was like parties we had when I was a boy living with my parents in Paris. I loved having the family around me and for once in months I felt like myself again. My dad and I took some time together the day before, and I took him to the Embassy to meet everyone.

The week before the wedding we flew together to Paris. Isabella’s parents stayed at my parents. We put everyone else up at the vineyard. The place was crowded, but so exciting and indescribable. I wanted a home filled with family and kids and I sure had one. With her sister Sophia, Ben, and their little girl in our home, I imagined how nice life would be to have a baby running around.

The night before the wedding, Gustan, Isabella’s brothers, her father and I went out. We had a man’s night out on the town. That included lots of drinking, meat eating, and smoking cigars. The night before my wedding was quiet and calm and that is how I wanted to spend the evening. I didn’t need a bachelor party. My whole life up until Isabella, had been a bachelor party. I was done with all that and none of it sounded appealing.

The day of the wedding, our vineyard was turned into the most beautiful place on earth. That morning there was a light snow. My mom did an amazing job with organizing the event. There was a huge heated white tent used for the ceremony and another for the reception. Throughout the vineyard, candles were lit everywhere. French and Italian music played throughout the grounds. A horse-drawn carriage waited for us. Marco and his band set up to play for the reception. Isabella loved dusk, so we planned a twilight wedding. The night could not be more perfect. The sun set and the sky was a mix of pinks and purples. The best part was watching my angel walk down the aisle. I felt my legs weaken when I saw her. The dress looked even better on her that night, and all I could think of was taking it off her. Gustan slapped me on the shoulder and winked when he saw Isabella, and everyone laughed. Isabella had no idea Father Dave was officiating the service until she met me at the altar and he stepped out. That brought the tears and the smiles.

The loss of Avery was hard for everyone when the wedding began. Father Dave mentioned she was there in spirt and her name brought tears to some eyes. My wedding day to Isabella was the most beautiful day of my life, and it’s something I thought would not happen. I was marrying my true soul mate and the love of my life. I couldn’t stop crying. The tears streamed down both of our cheeks as we faced each other and repeated the vows we wrote ourselves. I insisted on speaking first.

“With you, I’ve found strength, true and undying love, and a partner for life. I admit, I have put you through hell. When I almost died, you were who I looked for. You made me whole again. Pushing you out of my life was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I promise with all my heart to never hurt you again, to never see you cry for me unless its tears of joy. You have made me a better man.” I wiped tears from my eyes and continued.

“Being the Ambassador of France is second to being your husband and sharing my life with you. You are the most beautiful and mysterious woman I have ever met. I promise to protect you, love you, and help you become whoever you want to be the rest of my life. We have so many wonderful memories to make. I look into your eyes and I see happiness, love, and wonderment. We have so much to look forward to in our lives and filling this vineyard with babies as beautiful as you are. You are a gift from God. You are the greatest thing God ever created. Thank you for loving me.” Her family started to clap and yell.

Isabella could barely get the words out. Father Dave hugged her and handed her a new tissue.

“The moment I saw you my heart stopped. I knew you were going to be mine one way or the other. I was a naive girl going to work for you at my first job away from my family. I never dreamed you would love me as much as you do. I feel your love every day. When you almost died, I didn’t know how I would go on. When we ended our engagement I felt like every day was hell. The day you showed up at my porch looking so bad, I understood what true love was. You are love, you have made my life complete and each day you are in my world is a gift from God. I plan on being by your side through our entire life holding on tight waiting for the next memory we can make together. You Fabrice Arbidoux are my rock, my strength, and the greatest love of my life. Thank you for giving me you.” How I made it through that was a miracle. I could hear my mamma and Isabella’s mom crying.

When we officially were pronounced man and wife, I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her with such force, we almost fell over. The family whooped and hollered and gave us a standing ovation. We walked down the aisle hand in hand. The carriage was going to take us for a ride through the vineyard before we entered the reception. It was the first time we were alone the entire day and as husband and wife.

I grabbed her in my arms and held her close to me not wanting to let her go. “Well, Mrs. Arbidoux how does it feel to be a married woman?”

“I’m so happy, Fabrice. I married my best friend. How does being an old married man feel to you?”

“Like our lives are only beginning. We have had some trials already but you and I make one hell of a team. We have so much to look forward to. I love you, Isabella. You are simply one of a kind. You look so fucking beautiful.” I kissed her sweetly on the lips and tried to get my hand up her dress. She playfully slapped my hand away.