Paris, The Ambassador and Me Page 7

  “Baby, tell me what’s wrong. You shouldn’t be this upset.” I wrapped my arms around him inside his suit coat.

  “My mom just called and they are letting Anthony go home today. I’m afraid it will start up again. She said the doctors can’t get over the miraculous recovery he had. Fabrice, I’m scared. What if he does something to my family, Avery, or you?”

  “He’s not going to do anything. He’s a wimp. Didn’t it come out in the news he owed some guys some money and he was cheating with someone’s girlfriend? Those guys don’t play around, Isabella. You should know that.”

  “I don’t want him to hurt anyone I love, Fabrice. He has done so much to me.”

  “Hush now, baby. It will be okay. He won’t bother you. I bet my life on it. If I have to, I will have someone watch over your family and you for a while. I have no problem with that. Now, settle down. I don’t want to fly to New York tonight and worry about you.” I looked up at him and he kissed me quickly on the lips. He tasted so good. It made the worry melt away when he kissed me. I didn’t want him to go anywhere especially now. I didn’t say anything.

  I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms for the rest of the day. I could’ve fallen asleep. It was so comforting and wonderful.

  We said goodbye to each other because he was leaving for the Embassy that afternoon. He kissed me long and sensuous. I melted into him. He promised he would be back in 48 hours and he would text me as soon as he landed.

  Walking in my front door after work, I found Avery sitting on the couch. Law books were strewn around the living room and she had three cups of half-drank, cold black coffee. It must be crunch time. This was the usual during exam time. The one time I saw her study and worry about her work was during exam week. She always waited until the last minute to study and even then she aced the test.

  “You won’t believe this.” I said as I sat down next to her dropping my purse and coat on the floor.

  “Why? What happened today? You two had sex in his office and someone walked in? ” She asked as she continued to write and look at her law book.

  “Anthony is being let out of the hospital. He is coming home tonight.” She looked up at me.

  “Fuck, no,” Avery begged.

  “Yeah, my mom told me. He seemed to have made a miraculous recovery is what his mom is claiming.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Nothing, unless he bothers me. My mom wants us both to go and fill out a restraining order. I don’t want to, and Fabrice said it wouldn’t help. I hope he goes on with his life and leaves me alone. He still can’t remember who attacked him. He’s either lying or truly can’t remember. I’m leaning toward his lying.”

  “I wouldn’t doubt it. Whoever it was will probably go after him again. Is he staying around here?”

  “I have no idea. I hope the hell not. He was supposed to go back to California for rehab. I don’t know though.” I grabbed one of her cups of coffee and finished if off.

  “Don’t take this lightly, Izz. If he bothers you in any way you need to tell someone.” I told her I was going down to the workout room we had in our condo. I wanted to use the treadmill since it was raining out and clear my head of the craziness. She and I were going to go grab dinner at the Lebanese restaurant later.

  That night, as I tossed and turned in my bed thinking about everything and missing Fabrice, my phone rang. It was one in the morning and I noticed it was who I needed to hear from. I didn’t want him to worry about Anthony anymore so I tried to answer his call with a smile in my voice.

  “Hey, beautiful. How are you?”

  “I’m okay.” I lied.

  “Any news from Anthony?”

  “No, I haven’t heard anything.”

  “No news is good news. I called someone I had for security a while ago and he will help me if I need him. If you see him, or he tries to contact you, tell me.”

  “I miss you.” He sounded tired.

  “I miss you too. I can’t sleep. I’m restless.” I spoke softly.

  “I’m restless too. I have an idea.” His voice sounded naughty.

  “Oh, I’m listening. Are you outside my window and need to come in.” I was willing to try anything to get to sleep.

  “I wish, but no. Have you used your vibrator yet?” Wow, I thought.

  “Fabrice.” I felt my cheeks blush.

  “Just answer the question, Isabella.”

  “No, I haven’t used it.”

  “Get it out.”

  “Fabrice, this is weird.”

  “Go get it, Isabella. I’m going to help you come with me. You need a release and so do I.”

  “I need you.”

  “This is the next best thing. I’m going to get you there.”

  I reached over and grabbed my favorite one out of my nightstand drawer. I hadn’t used it in a long time since I had been seeing Fabrice. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I had to use it.

  “I got it.”

  “Are your panties on?” His voice sounded strained and husky sounding.

  “Yes.”

  “Take them off.”

  “They’re your favorite sheer red ones.”

  “Hmm. I love those on your round ass,” he whispered.

  “Okay. They are off.”

  “Are you wearing a bra?”

  “No, just one of your t-shirts.”

  “Oh God, Isabella. Are your nipples hard and poking out in it?”

  “They are now. Hearing your voice makes my nipples hard. I want you to touch them.” I was getting extremely turned on and the thoughts of the day were a distant memory.

  “Take that off too. I want you completely naked.”

  “Hold on.” I put the phone on the bed to take off his t-shirt. This was strange, but I was totally getting into it.

  “Okay. Are you naked, Fabrice?” I pictured him naked in bed. The way I loved to see him snuggled in the blankets, warm and soft.

  “Yes, I am. Are your nipples still hard?”

  “Yes.” I became so aroused I wouldn’t last long enough to use a vibrator.

  “Lick your fingers, baby, and touch your nipples. I want to imagine how big and hard they are while I suck and kiss them.” The desire to touch myself took over. I closed my eyes and touched my nipples with the tips of my fingers. The sheets were cool on my hot skin. I caught myself smiling as my hands took over my tingling skin. I felt soft to my own touch as I thought of Fabrice touching me. Sweat broke out on my body. The thrill built up inside me as I enjoyed myself.

  I started to moan. My nipples were always so sensitive and touching them while talking to Fabrice started to bring me close to the edge.

  “Touch your pussy, Isabella. Put your hands on it and tell me if you are wet.” I let my hand move down my chest, past my stomach and between my legs. I was amazed at how curvy I actually was as I touched myself. I felt soft, and womanly. My waist was small and it went into a dip. My hips were full and my breasts were heavy and plush. I was waxed and soft and yes, so wet. I let my fingers explore the folds of my sex as I arched my back and let myself go.

  “Are you getting wetter?”

  “Yes.”

  “Jesus, Isabella. Picturing you is too much for me. I’m wet too.”

  There was silence as I closed my eyes and pictured Fabrice hard and wet, touching himself. How sexy he must look lying in bed naked with his cock in his hand, stroking it. The blood rushed to my head, and I felt my heart beating in my ears.

  “Isabella, are you with me?”

  “Uh, huh. I need to use my vibrator, Fabrice. I’m going to explode.”

  “Are your legs spread?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like to tease yourself, Isabella? Are you picturing me doing that to you?” His voice trembled.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Touch your clit lightly. Close your eyes. My tongue is licking your sweet pussy so slick and swollen. The tip of my tongue is swirling around your clit over and over. My to
ngue is up inside you and my face is wet from you. Can you feel it, baby?”

  “Yes, Oh God.” I was taken by the moment. My finger found my clit swollen and pulsing. Every muscle was tightened and strained. My thumb rubbed my clit like Fabrice did. I closed my eyes and pictured what he said.

  “That’s it, baby.”

  “I’m so wet.”

  “Put the phone by your pussy, Isabella. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did and Fabrice heard the smacking wet sound I made with my fingers.

  “Oh, God. That sounds so good,” he moaned.

  “Let me turn on my vibrator, Fabrice.”

  “Not yet. We are going to come together.”

  I was so tense my legs shook and my head began to hurt. I needed to come. I ground my head into my pillow and tried to stop the orgasm brewing inside. The thunder built as the blood rushed to my head making me dizzy.

  “Fabrice, please,” I yelled out.

  “Not yet. I’m close too.”

  I moaned desperate to come. Wanting to have him in my bed next to me.

  “Turn on your vibrator, Isabella, and put it on your nipples.” I moaned as the vibrator switched on and touched my nipples. I rubbed it on my nipples and it was so intense I felt the burn inside right before I came.

  “Isabella, put it on your clit. Now baby, come with me now.” Both of us moaned as the orgasm took over at the same time. I closed my eyes and imagined him in bed with me, naked, hard and sweaty. I couldn’t stop moaning as I came hard. By the time I was done the sheets on my bed were a tangled up mess. It took me a couple of minutes to catch my breath. Fabrice was the first to start talking.

  “Thank you for that. My God. You were amazing even if I couldn’t touch you.”

  I still couldn’t talk.

  “How is everything there? Did you have a nice dinner with Avery?” It took me a few minutes to catch my breath. I was still buzzing from the orgasm. We continued our conversation after the phone sex. He had texted me earlier when Avery and I were devouring falafel and hummus pizza.

  “Yes, it was so good. I’ll have to take you there sometime. Have you ever had Lebanese food?”

  “Yes, I have when I was in Special Ops. I prefer a juicy steak, though.”

  “You are a true mans’ man, Fabrice. How was your meeting? How’s New York?”

  “Meetings were long. I love being in New York. I ate at Lupa, my favorite restaurant when I’m here.”

  “Did you eat alone?” I hoped he didn’t go to dinner with General Morou, though it would make sense if they were there together.

  “Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. It was rather nice. I sat there and thought about you. You need to come with me to New York soon. I would love to get lost in the city with you.”

  “I haven’t been there since last year. Avery likes to go when its fashion week.”

  “I’m so glad everything is okay with you tonight. I needed to hear your voice. How is the family?”

  “Everything is fine, Fabrice. Sophia went to the doctor today and she’s four months along. My family won’t have her be an unwed mother so they are bumping up the wedding. Ben broke the news to his family and they are more than upset. They want nothing to do with him right now, except for his mom. She is begging his dad to rethink his ridiculous ways and accept what makes Ben happy.”

  “Well, I’m sure she’ll convince him. Women have a way.”

  “That’s right. Don’t forget that.” I heard him laugh. We talked a little more and he said he would be back the following day. I was going to be spending the weekend with him in his house and we weren’t leaving. I loved the idea. I loved those weekends. Just the two of us, naked, cooking and having so much sex, I barely could walk on Monday. When he hung up with me, I fell asleep.

  Chapter 10

  I surveyed the artwork on the walls of the expensive dress shop we were in one Saturday afternoon. I have been in this place a hundred times and the artwork has always intrigued me. Paintings done by a local artist had secret pictures inside them. It was like Where’s-Waldo for adults. The dress shop that has seen us through two communions, homecomings, proms and several relatives’ weddings, was going to see us through the quickie wedding of Sophia. She was going to be married at our church on New Year’s Eve. My parents couldn’t have one of their daughters give birth without being married. God forbid. Father Dino agreed to do this with much pleading and tears from my mom. The reason he agreed was because of the generous amount of money she puts in the collection basket each week. Ben and Sophia had to promise to baptize the baby in the church and also go to pre-wedding classes. The reception would be at the restaurant with close friends and family. This wasn’t her dream wedding she had planned since she was five. Sophia had a sketchbook with her dress drawn out and clippings from bridal magazines. This was her whole life. Getting married and having children. Why, I never understood, but I felt bad as we stood in front of Antoinette DeFrizio, the owner of Bella Luna Dresses. Sophia tried to talk through her tears as she explained what she wanted. The poor girl had her old sketchbook with her, yellowed and stained. Wiping her eyes she showed Antoinette the dress she loved and wanted since she was five.

  “What’s with the tears, Sophia? This is a happy event. I will get you taken care of. You are not the first pregnant girl I have fitted for a wedding dress.” She came around from the desk and hugged Sophia.

  “Come on, you can’t even tell you are pregnant. You need more pasta for the baby. No?” Antoinette has looked the same since I was seven years old. Her auburn hair in a severe beehive hairstyle, ruby red lips and gold jewelry adorning anything she could hang it off of. She may not look like it, but she was a master dress designer and when she said she will get what you want, she can guarantee it. She took Sophia’s scrapbook and studied the picture writing a few notes down and taking a picture with her phone. She and her husband would come into the restaurant at least once a week. More like family than a business acquaintance, she made sure she was going to be invited to the wedding.

  “I want to be there.” She told my mom as she pulled her tape measure out to measure Sophia and her growing stomach.

  I smelled smoke on my mom. She swears she’s not. She looked stressed out and in need of a spa treatment. I made a mental note I needed to make her an appointment.

  “Of course, Antoinette. Don’t you and Frank go on a Christmas cruise?”

  “Not this year. Frank can’t take it again. He wants to stay home and I don’t mind for once. It will be nice not to run out the family on Christmas Eve so we can make a flight. I can cook this year.” She threw her hands up in the air and then wrote down her measurements.

  Sophia showed us the colors she wanted for the bridesmaid dresses. Her best friend Molly and I would be in her wedding. We picked out and tried on dresses in teal. As far as a bridesmaid dress went, this was one of the prettiest I had worn. I liked the way I looked in it.

  While she was pinning my dress in different spots, Antoinette made it a point to ask me when I was going to get married.

  “Not for a while, Mrs. DeFrizio.”

  “Well, you need to hang onto that gorgeous man I saw a picture of you with. Why didn’t you get your dress here?” She asked me looking over her reading glasses.

  “I didn’t buy it. It was a gift from the Ambassador and it was Chanel.” She stopped what she was doing.

  “Oh la-la, miss thing. Chanel evening gown. I guess you won’t be wearing anymore of mine now.”

  “That’s not true. I’m going to need a new dress for a fundraiser in the spring. I’ll be in.”

  She helped me step down off the box and led me to the mirror.

  “My God, Isabella, if I had breasts like yours I would be a millionaire,” she laughed. I couldn’t help but smile at her as she lifted them up and down in my dress.

  I gazed at my image in the full length mirror. The dress was strapless making my breasts look even bigger. I turned sideways and noticed, I looked pretty good.

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�That looks lovely on you, Isabella.” My mom snuck up behind me and looked in the mirror with me.

  “Eh, it’s not bad.”

  After two glasses of champagne we were set on the dresses. Sophia’s dress was going to look just as perfect as the one in the magazine. My mom tried on a couple and decided on a chocolate brown dress with a jacket, and a hint of teal in it. We left the store happy and giggling like teenagers. Sophia wasn’t crying anymore and thankfully happy with the outcome.

  After, we ordered her a cake, stopped for lunch, and planned the menu to be served at the restaurant.

  My father was still not happy about the entire situation. I saw it in his eyes when we came back. He barely spoke to us and drank more than usual. I heard him whisper to my mom, that Marco called asking for money. He didn’t know if he should give it to him or not. If he wasn’t going to give it to him, I would. I had to help him.

  I got home that afternoon, showered, and changed into my yoga pants and a t-shirt. Avery was with Cherise and I anxiously waited to hear back from Fabrice. I couldn’t wait to see him. He had been called into the Embassy for an emergency meeting but hoped to be done around eight. I had made up my mind after talking to my mom and sister; I would turn in my two weeks’ notice. I also told them I would be available to help at the restaurant more now that Sophia was getting bigger. My mom was concerned about what I planned on doing. I told her I may go back to school or I might open up a coffee shop or some kind of business.

  “A coffee shop, Isabella. You know those places are a dime a dozen and don’t last but a couple of months.”

  “I haven’t done any research on them yet, I’m tossing ideas around.”

  “How about we make Danny and Mayme’s a franchise and you take over one? “

  “You know Dad won’t do that. It’s too expensive. I have time to think it over, Mom.”

  “Don’t jump into something too fast, and please talk to me or your dad before you decide.”

  Whatever I do I would let her and my dad know before I decided on anything, she had my promise.