Page 17 of Ma Belle Marguerite
“Yeah we can clean up in the morning.” Giselle sets her glass on the end table beside our three empty wine bottles before reaching over to give me a quick hug. “Get some rest, love you.”
I didn’t even realize we drank that much.Oopsy-daisy.“Night girls, love you too.” I take my time going up the stairs so I don’t trip and make noise waking the kids.
When I finally enter my room, I let out a big breath. Everything is starting to hit me hard. Between Adrien, the kids, Rex, a new job, and the booze, I’m getting overwhelmed. Hopefully, a hot shower will help. I’m wound way too tight.
After a quick pit stop at my nightstand to grab my favorite toy, my pink rose. It has this amazing suction that mimics the feeling of actually having someone down there. It has been forever since I’ve got off, so this should be quick and relieve some tension.
I turn the shower on before stripping down. I put music on my phone to drown out any noises I may make in case the kids wake up and come into my room while I’m in here.
Before I step into the shower I toss in a lavender scented puck, great for stress relief and to make me sleepy. The hot water feels amazing running down my body, rolling over all my curves and dips. It burns off the gross hospital feeling while easing the strain in my muscles. My favorite part of this bathroom is the rainfall showerhead. I don’t know how I lived without one before. I feel like I’m at a spa.
I grab my loofa and wash myself quickly before grabbing my toy.
Turning it on, I place it against my clit, and instantly a tiny shiver goes through my body. It’s like I’m a teenager again. Rex has always been able to wind me up with a simple touch. I can still feel his forehead against mine. The way his thumb softly moved along my cheek through my tears. Being so close to him had me feeling things I didn’t expect. Having his face so close to mine, right there inches away from a kiss I was so desperate for, made me want to say fuck it all and forget everything in the past.
I adjust the setting on my vibrator to make it feel more like Rex is touching me. I can already feel my orgasm building.
Moving my hands over my body, I think back to how we used to lay on the hood of his car. I mimic how he would touch me, and it has me panting. I can feel the ghost of his fingers on mynipples, his mouth on my neck, kissing and biting, leaving marks to claim me. I imagine Rex kissing down my chest and then stomach until he reaches my clit, licking slowly around it while he moves his fingers inside me to match his tongue. The ways he used to edge me and make me come so hard it was like I was seeing stars plays in the back of my head.
The song that was playing finishes as a knock at the door jolts me out of my memories.For fuck sake, can’t a woman have ten minutes to get off?“Who is it?” I manage to get out without sounding too breathy. I think anyway. The shower isn’t helping calm the effects of the wine like I’d hoped.
“Bitch let's go! You said a quick shower, and it’s been more like twenty minutes. Give your toys a rest before you wake up the kids!” Giselle has never sounded more annoying before.
“Seriously, Giselle! Let a woman have a shower in peace!” I yell back. Oh crap, the kids. “Sorry, almost done.” I try to make it quiet, but it echoes in the bathroom.
Laughing, she yells back, “Yeah, shower my ass. I could hear your vibrator and moans over the music! You got five minutes before I shut the hot water off so I can shower, too.” I hear my bedroom door close as she leaves.
Well, there goes the mood. Leave it to Giselle.I turn the shower off, dry myself, and dress quickly before Giselle returns and yells at me some more. I hide my toy in the cabinet to deal with later. I just want to curl up in my bed and sleep.
Tomorrow is another day, and thankfully I have my small village here to help me through.
Chapter 8
Alexander
It felt like last night would never end. I couldn’t sleep, and time seemed to take forever to pass. I spent most of the night reading the letters Bella had written to me. I needed to know how she felt over the years—read it for myself, you could say. I didn’t get through many, thanks to the pounding in my head. However, I did read enough to know how badly I fucked up. I owe her the world and so much more.
When I got up this morning, I showered as she requested. Moving hurts like a bitch, but I managed to convince the nurses to leave me on my own. I don’t need them fawning over me while I’m naked; that right is reserved for Bella and Bella only. Besides, I can shower myself. I'm not dying. Now, if Bella had been here, I would have gladly taken her help.
I put on my own clothes instead of the itchy hospital gown they had left me to put on. I guess she was right, not that I’ll tell her that. The shower felt good, and I feel surprisingly better.
The shower helped relieve some tension, but touching myself to the thought of her wasn’t enough. I want her—no, I need her. I’m hard again just thinking about seeing her yesterday. Her navy blue scrubs show off her beautiful curves in all the right places, hugging the perfect roundness of her ass.
My phone starts to ring, startling me from my thoughts and I look to see who’s calling; it’s D. He texted last night that they got the shipment of guns with no problem and were heading to my private stash with the extras I had bought. They must be on their way back. They are earlier than I expected, though.
I have a secret bunker that only three people know about—D, Josh, and my brother, Cole. It is so off the grid that there’s not even cell phone reception there. Which means they are far enough into their drive back already.
I answer my phone, “Hey D, what’s up? Get everything put away?”
“I don’t have good news, boss,” D’s voice sounds strained.
What the fuck now? I can’t seem to catch a break lately. “What do you mean? Just spit it out, and don’t beat around the bush.” First, my father pushes me to get married, then I’m in a car accident that I don’t even remember. Someone has kept me from my Bella all these years. What else can possibly go wrong?
“Well, when we got to the bunker, everything looked normal,” D pauses. “Once we went inside, though, your weapons cachewas empty. There were no signs of anyone breaking into the secret room inside either.”
“WHAT!” I yell, ignoring the throbbing in my head that it causes, bolting upright and pulling the muscles in my chest.Ouch, that hurt,fucking bruised ribs. “What do you mean empty?”
I hear Josh mumbling, “What else could that fucking mean?”
