There also isn’t that many people around. There are couples here having sex blending in the with lights and scenery.
I’m stunned further when the path we’re walking on narrows and there a stream of purple water flowing on either side with pink lilies floating on the surface of the water and coy carp fish sprinting beneath. It’s magical. That’s what this place is. Magic.
The essence of magic comes full bloom when we walk into a bedroom that looks like it was pulled from ancient Greece. There a pillars and a water fountain that flows back into the stream beyond us. The blue and purple lights phase into a subtle glow as we step in so while it blends in, it’s not part of the room. The room has its own wonder that’s truly breathtaking.
“This is one of the fantasy rooms,” he says.
“Looks like something from Greece.”
“It’s supposed to.”
“I like it.”
“Do you?”
I brush over his chest with my finger and he smirks. “You know I do.”
“Do you have your coin?” he asks.
“I do,” I reply and reach for the pouch. I take the coin out and hold it out in my palms for him to see.
“Good…”
He releases my hand and reaches into his pocket. When he pulls out his coin I smile.
“Your coin?”
“Mine, and I want to give it to you. But you must only take it if you choose me. If you choose me then I want you to give yourself to me. Heart body, mind and soul. That’s what I want. I want you, Lilly. Taking my coin and giving me yours will be symbolic of that.” I think about it and I realize I need to take a coin to choose him. I already have. Tonight is outside anything we’ve previously had.
Tonight we could just be two people who want to spend the night with each other.
“I choose you, Christian,” I answer and he gives me his coin.
I take and hold out mine for him to take too.
He does and takes off his mask. I follow suit taking off my mask too. When he kisses me what was left of the walls around my heart crumbles away. Each block falls away and I fall with it.
Wild energy races over me, overshadowing my fear and I really do feel like my old self again. That Lilly wasn’t afraid of anything.
He picks me up and carries me over to the bed where we kiss the clothes off each other.
Naked we lay on the bed, feasting on each other, entangled in wild erotic pleasure that’s intoxicating and mind numbing. When his cock plunges into me branding me his, I do feel like his.
The way we touch each other is different, the way we kiss different too. something changed between us along the way and tonight is the result of that.
Tonight we’re making love…
“I want a kiss for that, Lilly St. James,” Christian says crooking his finger.
“For passing the sugar?” I ask playfully.
He glances over his shoulder, checking that the coast is clear then a wicked smile lights up his face.
“Doll, don’t push me,” he teases. “If Rosie was still asleep you’d be on this table with my mouth eating your pretty pussy. Come here now and kiss me.”
I walk over to him and lower to plant a kiss on his delicious lips.
We’re having a late breakfast. We got back from the club a little over an hour ago. Rosie was awake singing her songs from the Mickey Mouse Club House on top of her little lungs, and poor Vera was wiped out in desperate need of sleep.
Christian sent her home to rest. I felt bad. it seemed like she’d underestimated the power of a three year old.
I pull out of the kiss and Christian grabs my ass.
“I want this later when principessa is having her nap.”
“Okay,” I answer . this feels like it could be normal. Like this could be us.
Rosie runs into the kitchen and Christian releases me.
“Mama, I found an egg for Goosy in the library. It’s just like the egg Jack found up the beanstalk. Look,” Rosie bubbles.
I look at what she’s holding and it does indeed look like a little golden egg but something she shouldn’t be playing with. It looks like it’s made of glass and expensive.
“Rosie give that to me,” I call to her but she’s too busy in her excitement to hear me.
“Mama I wonder if it would splat like an egg,” Rosie chortles and the second she throws the egg up into the air my chest tightens.
“No!” Christian roars and the sound of his voice stabs through me freezing me in place with immediate fear.
In one swift move he gets up and snatches the glass egg from midair before it falls to the ground preventing it from smashing.
He golds it and Rosie bursts into tears. He looks at her like he doesn’t know what to do with her and I look at him panicked because he scared me too. I would almost believe I was looking at Miguel again, for the tone his voice took. He used to scream at Rosie all the time for crying when she was a baby.
I snap out of the trance and go over to her to comfort her but she just cries harder.
I look to Christian and see him looking on, his face apologetic and that’s the only thing that distinguishes him from Miguel right now.
“I’m…” he begins but doesn’t finish. “I’ll be back in a while.”
I watch him walk away.
That egg got him worked up. I just don’t know why.
I feel terrible about it and like we’ve imposed in the way I hoped we wouldn’t.
He said he’d be back in a while but he doesn’t come back for the rest of the day.
Chapter Thirty
Christian
I stare down at the little golden egg in my hands and feel like a prick for scaring Rosie the way I did.
I know I scared her and Lilly too. I saw how she looked and how her features worsened when Rosie started to cry.
I couldn’t explain that the egg was the only thing I had left that Amelia gave me because I don’t ever talk about Amelia and I never planned to with the woman who reminded me of her.
Amelia gave me the egg for my eighteenth birthday. She used to call me the rich prick who had everything. So she gave me something I didn’t have. A golden glass egg she got from some shit shop on main street from a gypsy. The thing probably cost next to nothing but it’s the meaning it holds for me.
Watching it fall was like watching her fall over the side of the cliff all over again and I couldn’t allow it to break.
I don’t know how Rosie found it, but I keep it locked in one of the drawers in my desk in the library. I can only guess that Vera must have left the drawer open while she was cleaning and Rosie got in there. Vera was whipped out last night so I can imagine she must have been tired.
I stayed away for the day, keeping to myself in the study like some loser watching day turn to night.
My thoughts have been on Amelia more than I’ve allowed since the incident.
I met her when I was sixteen. She was fifteen and the year below me. Super talented and clever. An real ace in everything. Everybody knew her at school. Everybody knew she was the girl to save you if you were flunking anything. literally anything.
That’s how good she was. She’d save you from the shit of being called in at the end of the school term for the dreaded meeting with the principal and your parents.