Cyn.
"Good morning Cyn." Alba said from the door smiling. I loved her, she reminded me so much of my mother.
"Good morning Alba," I said smiling back. " I have never slept so comfortably in my life." i said excitedly as I got off bed and walked over to draw the curtains of my window.
"It's such a beautiful morning Alba, I think I might go for a swim."
"Oooh no," Alba said stopping me
"Whats wrong?" I asked confused.
"You can't go swimming today."
"But why not Alba, it's a beautiful day."
"Because you have a gala to attend with Mr Cole. He is going to introduce you to the world as his wife."
"Oooh." i said with lack of a better word.
"So let's get you to look like a princess, shall we?" Alba said smiling as she took my arm.
After spending over four hours this morning getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as Alba fixed my hair.
“You look stunning Cyn, you look like a princess.” She said smiling.
“Thank you Alba.” I said smiling turning around to see the back of the dress. It was backless so I was wearing it braless. With my hair held up in a bun, it left room for my neck to shine.
“Ace said you should wear this tonight.” she said holding up diamond earrings and a matching necklace to my skin.
“I can’t possibly wear that.” I said looking at the pure diamonds in complete awe. “ they are so beautiful.” I said taking them from her hands. I have never held real diamonds in my hands before leave alone wear them.
“They are going to look so beautiful on you, they compliment your skin.” She was about to help me put them on when I saw a reflection of him in the mirror.
“Alba thank you, but I will take it from here.” Ace said taking the diamonds from her hands. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a red pocket handkerchief that matched my dress. The man could wear anything and look good as hell.
“You look lovely.”Ace said stepping behind me as soon as Alba left the room. I could feel his dick against my butt and his warm breath against my neck.
“I look more like Mrs. Ace Cole now don’t i?” I asked with a grin playfully moving a little bit to the side to show him how much skin I was showing. Even I had to admit I looked like those women from TV and magazines that I ridiculed so much
“Yes you do, but not as beautiful as the very first day I laid eyes on you, you were stunning.” He said touching my stomach caressing softly, and for the first time I saw a real glint of playfulness in his, "We have to come up with a more appealing story about how we met, don't you think Mrs Cole?" I had never seen this side before, he seemed to be having fun so I decided to play along for a little bit longer, he was also not wrong. We really could not tell people how we met, we needed a rom con type of meet cute, and I ad one in mind he just had to play along and follow my lead. .
“Do you remember, I was there with that prince,” I said touching his hand playfully with my ring finger.
“No, I was the prince, you were there alone standing by the water fountain almost all night. And I walked over to you and asked you, do you work here?” he said his grin getting bigger. His hands started going up until one was now firmly holding my breast and he leaned in closer to my neck and started kissing my neck and ear lobe.
“I said, do I look like I work here?” I said trying to keep a straight face ignoring the millions fireworks he was causing in my entire body. What was it about this man that attracted me to him? Maybe I was about to find out.
“And then I said you are too beautiful to be working here.” He said before he slowly lifted my dress and his hand was on my bare stomach. Before I knew it he had his finger inside me while kissing me profusely. I couldn’t hold myself anymore I leaned forward and held on to the mirror trying my best not to scream with pleasure. I was about to explode when he withdrew his fingers and kneeled down in front of me holding me up against the mirror and he started going down on me. I thought I had felt pleasure and torture at the same time but was different. He bit my clit giving me a little timeliness before he inserted a finger inside my opening while still playing with my clit. His other hand was pinching my nipple twisting it and he feeling felt like heaven.
“Don’t stop, am Cumming, am Cumming.” I yelled and on cue his motions fastened and I couldn’t take it anymore I finally came in his mouth and immediately shame overcame me. He stood up and removed his red pocket handkerchief and wiped his mouth smiling before he told me in the sexiest voice I had ever heard him use on me, “you have the sweetest cunt I have ever tasted.” And my heart melted in my stomach. “Now get yourself ready we are living in a few minutes.” And with that he left the room. And suddenly the Ace I knew, the cold man with no emotions was back. I quickly fixed my dress and hair in the mirror before picking up my bag and heading out to the voyeur where the limo was waiting for us. All I really wanted to do was crawl up back into my bed and cry myself to sleep.
Only him had the ability to make you feel like you own the world in one minute and take it all away in another leaving you feeling empty and useless. But I couldn’t focus on my emotions, not tonight, if there was something I had leant in the past three years is to put my emotions away and focus on the bigger picture. I quickly picked up my pulse and walked outside to where the limo was waiting.
Paul the driver opened the door slowly for me, I got in and ace was not in there already. I took out my mirror to fix my make up one last time before he joined me, when I heard him arguing with one of the security men.
“What’s that all about?” I asked the driver leaning forward so that I can still see who exactly Ace was arguing with.
"Don't worry about it."Paul said dismissing me.
I sat back and pulled out my phone. Holding back the tears threatening my eyes.
'Not now Cyn, not now.' I whispered to myself.
A few minutes later, Ace joined me at the back of the limo. His expression still unpleasant. He didn't say a word, he just sat next to me and went back on his phone.
The ride to the gala was silent, it was so silent I could hear the rate at which his heart was beating.
The limo pulled up and that's when he put his phone down to adjust his jacket and I saw her, the woman he had as his Screensaver.
I had seen her several times with him in the blogs, he was known to never step out twice with the same woman, but her, he had been spotted out with her on multiple occasions.
There was a whole poll about her being his girlfriend.
"Who is she?" I finally said to him unable to hold it in nay longer.
"That's none of your business Cyn."
"Oooh,but I think it is. If am going to walk the red carpet with you and have the world know me as your wife, I have the right to know who the woman you fuck before you come home is."
"Stay in your damn lane woman." he said between gritted teeth as he squeezed my arm so painfully he left a mark. "it seems you need to be reminded your position, just smile for the cameras and say nothing. That's all you are here to do. No one gives a damn about you or who you are and all you will be known as is my wife that's it. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." i said mid tears.
"Now clean yourself up and put some foundation on that arm." he said referring to my now bruised arm from where he had squeezed too hard. "We can't have people think am abusing my new bride now can we?"
Cyn. Nine Months LaterI started to laugh as my little sister twerked her way down the aisle of my parent’s Baptist church. If Daddy walked in and saw that, there would be hell to pay.Ace pulled me back against his chest as he, too, laughed, a rumbling laugh that came from deep in his chest. I loved to hear him laugh like that.“Do you dare me to do that during the ceremony tomorrow?” Shelly asked.“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you do,” Charlie called to her.I smacked my brother on the arm.“What?”“Don’t encourage her.”“Hey, someone’s got to inject a little levity into this whole affair.And it can’t be at my wedding because if you think our parents are bad, wait until you meet Vanessa’s.”“When’s Vanessa going to be here?”“In the morning.”“Cutting it close.”Ace’s arms tightened around my waist, his hands wrapping around my swollen belly. “I think we all are, aren’t we?”I groaned. This whole wedding thing wasn’t my idea. It was my dad’s. He insisted that we be married
AceCyn was taking so long getting the ice cream that I finally went to find her. As I was coming down the stairs, I thought I heard voices. And then I turned the corner into the sitting room just as a gun fired.All I could thing was, Fuck!Margaret was on the floor with Cyn tangled up next to her, and they were struggling over this damn big gun. I reached in, tried to untangle them and get one or both up on their feet. And then Margaret pressed the barrel of the gun against Cyn’s side and wrapped her finger around the trigger. I did the only thing I could think of and that was to grab her wrist and yank. I felt something give and then the gun went off.The next thing I know, Margaret’s on her feet, the gun pointed at my chest. There’s blood, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from. And Cyn is still on the floor.“Why, Ace?” Margaret asked, her wrist limp where I broke it trying to pull her away from Cyn. She calmly changed hands, holding the gun with her other hand now. She pointed
CynI curled up in the bed next to Ace and took another bite of pizza.“I’m sorry,” I said, as I nibbled at a slice of pepperoni.“For what?”“For not remembering you. For putting you through that whole ordeal.”“It’s not like it was your fault.”“It must have been hard, though, living here with me when I didn’t even know who you were.”He reached over and rubbed a smear of grease off my chin. “It was rough,” he said, his eyes softening as he studied my face, “being near you and not feeling free to touch you.”“It must have been surreal.”“It was…difficult.” He chuckled a little as he picked at his own piece of pizza. “I thought it was all over when your parents showed up and demanded that you go home with them.”“Yeah?”“I thought for sure that you would agree to go. I mean, I was standing there, imagining you and your mom in the spare room packing your things while your dad lectured me about forcing myself on you after you made it clear that you no longer wanted me.”“He would have,
AceI wanted her to stay at the house, but she refused. She clung to my hand as we walked into the restaurant, so tight that my bones were rubbing together. She was scared So was I.I spotted him at a table closest to the kitchen, a busy area that was a little concerning. I wasn’t sure how we could talk freely with all the traffic that was going past there, but, then again, it seemed logical. Everyone was so busy going about their own business that they wouldn’t even remember that much about us, let alone overhear much of our conversation.I don’t think I would be good at this terrorist stuff. I was too honest.The man Colin Francis. stood as we approached the table.“Cyn,” he said with genuine affection in his voice. “How are you?”Cyn smiled politely. “Good, thank you.”“And Ace.” He studied my face for a minute, then offered his hand with a polite smile. I shook it because I didn’t know what else to do.He gestured for us to take a seat. Cyn snatched my hand under the table once we
CynI wanted to stay there for…well, forever. I didn’t want him to let me go. I didn’t want his kiss to stop lingering against my lips. I wanted to feel his heart pounding under his shirt and the heat of his skin, the heat that proved just how alive he was, to forever warm me up. He was my reasonfor getting out of bed in the morning and for facing life with a smile and a little skip in my step.“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.“I love you, too.”He ran his finger along the angle of my jaw. “I kind of like your hair like this. I can see every inch of your face all the time.”I groaned. “You would.”“Don’t you like it?”I laughed. “I should go to the hospital for all my haircuts.”He chuckled before pressing his lips to my forehead.“You look like a pixie. Or a little fairy.”“Gee, thanks.”“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”I ran my hand up his chest again before letting it slide down, hooking my fingers under the waist of his slacks.“If you like it, I would go bald. Wear a
AceCyn was hiding something from me. I wasn’t sure what it was, and I didn’t like it. But I told myself she wouldn’t do it if she didn’t think it was important.I watched her pace the porch outside the back doors, the way that boot caused her just the slightest limp. Two months ago, the doctor said she would have a definitive limp if she ever woke up. Her recovery was remarkable, but everything about Cyn had always been remarkable.“How can you be with the woman who might send me to jail?”“How can you be with the man who got us all into this position in the first place?”My mom crossed her arms over her chest, a defiant look taking over the attractive features that once made her a very beautiful woman. Now she was tired. A very tired and broken woman.“I trusted that Grant would do the right thing.”“And I know that Cyn’s only doing what she thinks will protect us all.”“She almost went to the press with paperwork that shows Grant was working with terrorists. If it didn’t send him t