The Billion Dollar Sitter (18 page)

To my surprise, I wasn't as alone in the park as I thought I was. There was a man sitting on the bench. His coat was big, heavy, draping over his shoulders and down to his knees. A scarf over his neck. He rose to meet me.

"Marci." He said, eyes closed. Like he didn't deserve to see me.

"Tyson? Why are you here?" He didn't say another word. He rushed to hug me. The warmth of his arms around me were so wonderful, such a marvelous contrast from the coldness of the world without him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't even know where to begin."

He held me to his chest, strong. I couldn't escape him even if I had wanted to. I missed being in his arms. A simple month without it made me realize how right everything seemed, and how awful the world was without him.

"I've - I've always been terrible at expressing myself," he started, stroking my hair. "It kind of comes with killing off ones emotions in the cutthroat business world. You don't want to show a tell on your face if you can help it. Everyone's looking for a weakness. Caring for another is the one of the greatest weaknesses one can show."

"Tyson, I -" I didn't care at that point. So many dreams of him, so many memories. I had wanted to forget them all - but it was clear at that point that was impossible.

"It took me so long to confess how strongly I felt for Margaret. Especially to her. I had to tell her brother how I felt, and had to have him convince her to give me a second chance. I could have just told Margaret in the first place and it would have all been so much easier. But having you here now in my arms. It reminds me of why I couldn't."

I peered up at him, and his eyes opened to meet mine.

"I called your mother an hour ago. I knew you were leaving today. I told her if she didn't bring you to see me, I would follow you to the ends of the earth. Wherever you'd go, I'd find out, and follow you. She screamed at me. Told me to leave you alone. Let you move on. That I reduced you to a whimpering, joyless wreck. I felt terrible. I'm sorry, Marci, for every single bit of pain I have caused you."

The phone call. That's what Mom was fighting her phone about.

"I had to confess my true feelings. My weaknesses to her. She started to understand as I bore my soul to her. Only then did she understand the depths of how much I cared. It was good practice."

"Tyson, I - " Practice, is he?

"I know you hate the comparisons, Marci. Only one other woman has made me felt like this. I had to break down, tell her I couldn't get by without her wit, her wisdom, her beauty gracing my life daily. I needed her to get by, that without her, life wasn't worth living."

I stood quietly, and just listened to him.

"It's the same feeling, but different for you, Marci. Your smile. Your shining optimism. I need you brightening my every day. There's of course your own beauty. What can I say? I like a certain type of girl."

I giggled. It'd be real hard to argue against the objective fact of resemblance. I had to forgive him for that comparison.

Drips of rain began to fall from the sky. He was undeterred.

"I came to park a few months after the tragedy. I was to return to my duties as Chairman and CEO, so I had to find someone to care for my son. The son who was meant to be the start of the family I always dreamed of having. I had to summon the energy just to go into that agency, put on a good face in case a camera captured me, no matter how much I sought to return home and cry."

The first day I saw him. He was smiling. He didn't seem like a man who had just lost his wife.

"I prayed here. I am not a man of faith, I haven't been in a church since my wedding. I prayed for a sign that there would be something good in my life again. Something worth going forward for. You were that sign, Marci. Your resemblance was the universe's way of making me find you."

The rain began to pick up. He wrapped his coat around me. His heart was flowing, and he wasn't going to let it stop for anything.

"I had thought that the contract would let me have you, enjoy you. That it would give me what I wanted. Your comfort, the family I sought, and - " there was a long pause. " - love. I was overjoyed when you signed it. I was overjoyed that you didn't take my offer to walk off freely when I realized you didn't fully understand the terms. The arrangement was everything I could dream of."

His hand continued to pet my back.

"I could have you how I wanted to. You would remain mine, and I wouldn't have to betray my words to Margaret that she was the only woman I could ever love. She always told me that it was absurd, overly dramatic, and was far too cheesy and hopelessly romantic for her. The world lost so much wisdom when she passed."

I looked up at him. My heart began to pound. Was I getting my hopes up again?

"You are your own woman Marci. With desires, needs, and everything else. You need to know, clearly, honestly."

His hand caressed my chin, his eyes locked on mine.

"I love you. I love you, Marci Sky. I need you in my life. I need you with me, always."

He said it. Oh my God. He said it. If he wasn't holding me so closely, I'd be shaking so hard. His words now matched his actions, and I was going to die of joy because of it.

Or maybe it was the kiss he laid on me that was going to do it. The way his tongue pushed into mine, and how I accepted it. How a month apart let us release it's stored passion into this wonderful, fiery moment. His hands roamed all over my body.

The rain began to fall harder, but it didn't matter. Meteors could have been falling from the sky around us, and we wouldn't have cared.

Our kiss finally broke. He released me. Allowing me to start to anxiously fidget. He loved me. He loved me.
HE LOVED ME.

I turned, trying my damnedest to not let the teenager I still was in all but age shine through.

"I have another contract for you, Marci."

That calmed me down. "No, not another contract," I said, without turning. "I hoped we could move on without one, Tyson. I don't want our relationship dictated by ink and paper."

"This contract is not made from ink and paper. This one is far more permanent."

"Far more permanent?" I turned to him, and he had pulled out a velvet box, opening it. A ring.

A ring. With a diamond. Gold. Circular. Shiny. Everything. A ring.

"I have ordered the plane you were scheduled to take to be held up. Your mother waits nearby to drive you the rest of the way if you so desire."

He dropped down to one knee, a ten-thousand dollar suit's leg being soaked by the rain on the ground.

"I cannot imagine going forward without you. The past month has been hell. You are the mother of my children, the love of my life. A woman I was willing to bear my soul to. Everything we've been through together I believe is more than enough courtship. Be mine, forever, Marci. Marry me."

The fairy tales I had dreamed of. A prince sweeping up Cinderella. Ever since I was a child, I dreamed of such things. Ever since I met Tyson Knight, the dreams became all the more vivid. Even then, I never, ever imagined this moment before now. I was always convinced that there was an end to my fantasy, and it wasn't one that involved a ring.

My head started to move up and down enthusiastically. Thunder clashed far above me, but I'm sure he heard the sounds that followed out of my mouth in my utter wonder and marvel. "Uh huh."

It was all he needed to slide it on to my finger. Fiance. My hand shook. The storm turned into a torrential downpour.

"I love you. So, so much. I have to have you. Now."

Faster than the lightning in the sky, Tyson swept me off my feet. Dashing, he ran me to his limo. Past it, I saw my mother's car. I waved my hand at her trying to show off my ring in the distance, through the showers.

I saw her nod, and her car start to pull away. I didn't have to worry about Marissa tonight. She was in good hands.

My entire focus belonged to the man who was carrying my soaking wet body with his own, as he dove into the car.

"Smith, take us home." He called out. Our lips immediately joined with one anothers once again.

His lips were on mine as soon as his command went out. The barrier between us was raised, granting us privacy. Although it was completely clear what we were doing. We were two people in love. Love. I still couldn't believe it.

It made every little thing more electric and exciting. Every kiss to the lips, to my neck, every brush of the cheek. To the top of my chest, to the top of my bosom. He wasted no time pulling the soaked dress up over my head, peeling it off my skin. I was glad to be rid of it, and so was he. "A month without you is a month too long, my young love."

Giddy. Every little mention of love. Confirming that my feelings were no longer the crush of a confused teenager, but real, hot, shared, mutual affection. That his hands across my bare back, and the other sliding over my abdomen and going down to my panties, were moves of pure dedication.

The car rumbled forward. I was just as hungry for him as he was for me. His shoes tossed off, I chucked his coat on to the limo floor and started tearing at his shirt's buttons. His flesh behind it, the sparse chest hair. I calmed my lusts for only a brief moment to rest my head on to it. He cradled me. A moment of calm, a moment realizing that we had no need to rush. We had one another, hopefully, for the rest of our lives.

The limo rolled up into the driveway. The storm still raged. I would have been fine with fucking him right there in the car, but he had other ideas. "You are a girl far above being made love to in the back of a car, even if it is a limo. Come."

I had no choice in the matter as he swept me up again as the chauffeur opened the door. He raised an eyebrow as a nearly naked girl and a barefoot billionaire rushed past him and up the stairs, as the rain continued to pour down.

Through the doors. Up more stairs. He wanted to treat me right, but he wasn't going to take his time doing it. We had the rest of our lives, yes, but we had a lot of enjoying each other to get done in those decades.

A final set passed through, he dropped me on to the bed with a bounce. I sat up with a smile.

"I couldn't be on this bed without you." He was on top of me, his face not even an inch from mine. His hand down my arm, up my back, to the straps of my bra. "It smells of you. Your juices. Your memories. I haven't been able to sleep because of it."

A kiss, him tossing away my soaked bra. This was the bed I gave him my virginity in. The bed where we had fucked one another so many times trying to conceive our child. Where I gave him my ass almost every night of my pregnancy. It was a place of sweet pleasure. My breasts bare before him, his lips latched on to one, and sucked my tender nipple, shocking it with delight, making it leak milk ever so slightly.

"Our children, Marci, will be more than satisfied by your teat."

I smiled, and just enjoyed it as his tongue lapped at the tips. If it was good enough for his son, it was good enough for him. His kisses continued down my body, to the place where his hand had been massaging me with a steady hand. My pussy watered for him, and it wasn't because the water from the storm leaked through my dress and to my panties.

A month I had been without his touch, but it had been a nearly a year since I had him where I loved him most. The way he fucked my ass was so wonderful, and sated my lusts well. Our vow to save my pussy for when I was fertile again had accomplished its goal - the want I had for him was almost painful. As his hand pushed them down my legs, and pushed one of his fingers into my slit, tickling the outside with a sudden spark, I realized I needed nothing in the world than his cock inside me. In lust - and most assuredly, in love. Fiance and Fiancee, husband and wife. I moaned for him with pure glee.

Pushing my legs apart, his head dove between my legs, laying on another kiss to my lower lips. Looking up over my body, he grinned. "Your taste, the sounds you make, the way you move, that little thing you do with your eyes like you can't believe this is happening - "

"But I really can't believe this is happening," I replied, doing said little thing with my eyes.

"I love it. All of it. It's all part of you - and I love you." Every time he said it, it created a little rush of adrenaline, and he knew it. None of it was empty, and that's what made it so hard to come out for him. Every little lick over my nub and around my lips reminded me of that - that this was pure dedication and passion.

His hands warmed my cold skin up so well, as I rested against the soft as feather blankets. His licks, his devotion, everything kept at me. Tingling, waves, bigger waves washed over my body. Denied of his love for so long, my body was remembering the wonderful things he could do to me. Harder, my back arched under his tongue, my hand running through his soaking wet hair and grabbing a bunch of it. I held on as the steady and devoted nature of his oral worship pushed me higher. My body was dangling over the cliff of bliss.

He pushed over, and caused me to call out his name and sink down into bed. The pleasure surged over me in a delightful pulse. The coldness was gone, replaced by the warmness he brought.

"You come so easy for me, Marci. It's wonderful. Love it. Love you." I breathed steadily, his tongue replaced by fingers. That fire always raged for him. I knew I'd be sore for him tomorrow, but it was a good soreness, a soreness that I missed. A soreness I needed.