Paris, The Ambassador and Me Page 8

  After dinner at Fabrice’s house, we cleaned up his kitchen and we went upstairs to his bed. He worked on his laptop and his phone kept buzzing.

  “Is there some international crisis I should be prepared for?” I asked as I looked over a master’s degree program I might consider. Dealing with college life again and rushing to class and taking tests didn’t sound too appealing. None of it sounded appealing.

  Fabrice had changed into his grey sweats with his bulge sticking out making it hard for me to concentrate on what I was doing.

  “It’s Paris,” he said.

  “Do you have to leave?” He hasn’t traveled there for a while.

  “Maybe.”

  I turned around to look at him. He was propped up on pillows, his reading glasses perched on his nose, and his hair still damp from his shower. Mouthwatering to say the least.

  “Come up here and lay on me.” I set my tablet aside, crawled up his body and snuggled up in his warm arms, my favorite spot. Ever since the Correspondents Dinner, we had been inseparable. I would have enjoyed a night alone at my condo, but Fabrice wanted me with him. This night was the third night in a row I stayed over. I shouldn’t complain, it made me wonder if this was going to last.

  “Is something wrong, Fabrice?” I asked. I could tell by the way he was distant at dinner.

  “It’s Celeste.” My stomach jumped.

  “What is it?” I wanted him to know he could talk about her whenever he needed to. I wasn’t going to be jealous or upset. She meant the world to him. On top of that, she was getting sicker. The MS was taking a toll on her and she was now in the final stages.

  “She’s nearing the end. Her mom has been giving me updates about her. It looks like they are calling hospice this week.” I heard a different tone in his voice. He sounded upset and on the verge of crying.

  “You need to go and be with her, Fabrice. You need to be with her as soon as possible.” I sat up and looked into his eyes so he would see how serious I was. I wanted him to go. He needed to go. It was his ex-wife. He loved her once and I’m sure he still loved her.

  “I didn’t know how you would take it. With everything going on with Anthony I was afraid to leave you again.”

  I didn’t like that. How I would take it? He knows me by now.

  “I want you to be with her. How could I not? I wouldn’t keep you from her. I’m actually offended you thought that.” I was. Was I that much of a bitch?

  “Come here.” He reached up again and pulled me to his warm body. I snuggled close to him again.

  “I know you have been through a lot and I didn’t want to leave you alone with Anthony being released.”

  “Stop it. I’m fine. I have my brothers and Avery. He’s not going to bother me. He forgot about me.” He might have. Once he was released I hadn’t seen or heard about him. My mom kept tabs only because that’s how she was. She didn’t want any surprises. Through some customers in the restaurant we heard he was working in the funeral home and not doing as good as expected. He wasn’t himself. He looked completely different, I heard. No longer bulked up and tanned he was now skinny, pale and slower than he used to be. He was better, but a miraculous recovery was not what happened. He had major brain damage from the beating and walked now with a limp. One of our customers said he stutters and speaks slowly as if he’s searching for what to say before he can say it. I didn’t see him as a threat anymore.

  “I may be gone for a week or more. I would love for you to come with me. Would you want to?”

  “That sounds wonderful, but it’s not my place. I wouldn’t want that if I was in her shoes. No, I want you to go and give her your full attention.”

  “I don’t know how I’m going to make it without you.” His hand caressed my hair and he kissed the top of my head.

  “The same way you did before you met me. You have it inside you, Fabrice. Remember what you’ve been through, and I’m not going anywhere. Celeste needs you right now and I’m sure her family needs you, as well.”

  “I know you aren’t. I worry about you. I like to have you close by.”

  “I won’t run and no one is going to get me.” After Anthony, I never wanted any of this relationship stuff. I wanted sex and nothing more. Now I can’t imagine not having him in my life.

  “I’m going to go tomorrow morning. Are you sure you are okay? ” The sound of his heart beating in his chest lulled me to relax.

  “Of course, I will be upset if you don’t. I will be here when you get back.”

  “Are you hungry?” he asked. I heard his stomach growl telling me he was hungry.

  “I could eat. What do you want?”

  He smiled down at me and made my heart melt.

  “Remember the first night you came over here? You made me pasta and broccoli.”

  “Oh I remember. Would you like some of that with the blow job or without?”

  “I will take it with, while the broccolis sautés. I think it took twenty minutes.” He smiled at me again and I couldn’t resist him.

  “Let’s go.” We both jumped off the bed and headed down to the kitchen. The only thing I was hungry for was his cock.

  ~~~~~~~~~~~

  The sun blazed through his bedroom window when I was awoken by the strong aroma of Fabrice and coffee. What a way to wake up in the morning to my two favorite scents. I stretched out on his massive bed and opened my eyes.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” Wow. What more could a girl ask for? He looked amazing. Sitting beside me on the bed, he was dressed in jeans, a pullover sweater, his hair gelled back and he handed me a cup of coffee. I may have died in my sleep and went to heaven.

  I sat up pushing my uncontrollable hair out of my eyes.

  “How did you sleep,” he asked. His face was so content.

  “Amazing, this bed is something else. It wouldn’t be good for me. I wouldn’t get up,” I yawned.

  He laughed still gazing into my eyes. His face and his expressions made me want to do nasty things to him before he left.

  “Are you packed and ready to go?” I asked, sipping my coffee.

  “I am.” He had that look. It was this look he had where he stared at me as if he was transfixed. Like a hungry wild animal and I was his prey. His eyes would glaze over and he licked his lips every time.

  “I want to take you over the edge before I leave. Will you let me?” Jesus. Couldn’t he just say I want to fuck you?

  I set my coffee down on the nightstand and turned back to him.

  “Don’t you want to stay nice and put together for your flight?”

  “I plan on it.”

  His mouth took over mine. He sucked on my lower lip, his hands pulling my hair. He was in his dominate mood and I loved it. Need for him flowed through me, a hunger and desire I couldn’t stop. He moaned.

  “My sweet Isabella.” His hand went up the nightshirt I had worn to bed. I had nothing else on underneath. His fingers started to play with me, tease me into wetness. He had a talent. His hands left my hair and pulled one of my breasts into his mouth. I arched my back letting him suck on my sore nipple through my shirt. I went to pull the shirt over my head and he held my arms down at my sides.

  “Fabrice.”

  His eyes were dark and intent. I watched him stand up. He had two red ropes again by the bed. I was under his spell. I shivered knowing what was to come. I felt the inside of my body heat up as my heart began to race. My eyes didn’t move away from his face. I wanted him.

  My nipples poked out hard and erect under my shirt, as I squirmed around on his bed. I lifted my arms as he bent down over me. With expert skill he laced the soft rope around my wrists and to the bed post.

  “Hmmm,” I moaned. Fabrice said nothing as he gave them a tug to make sure I was secure. I looked at him, drank him in. He was so gorgeous. Everything about him I adored. I leaned back against the pillows and let him work his magic. He was going to take me to the brink of pure sexual satisfaction before he left me. I stared into his crystal blue eyes.
Those eyes told me so much. They told me he loved me, wanted me, and craved me. I loved to watch them get darker when he was turned on.

  Once he had me tied to the headboard he lifted up my shirt. I was exposed and open to him. I was at his mercy. The thought of what he was about to do to me sent my body quivering. I noticed his cock was hard against his jeans. I wanted to touch him, to bring him down to me but I couldn’t.

  “I want to remember you like this before I leave you. I love looking at you open and exposed to me. I want to give you pleasure before I go. I want you to remember how much I love you, how much I want you, and how much I know you. You belong to me.”

  “Fabrice.” My breath hitched in my chest.

  He bent down and kissed me. His mouth was warm and his lips full and wet took mine in a deep sensual kiss. His lips trailed down the side of my neck and to my collar bone. I couldn’t take the tingling in my body. His breathe, so warm and minty against me. His mouth trailed lower across my breasts. He licked my nipples that were already hard. So hard they hurt. I couldn’t help but arch my back as he sucked on each one. Waves of electricity shot through my blood.

  “Do you want to come?”

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  Slowly he made his way down my body as he sat on the edge of the bed. He stopped at my stomach and dipped his tongue into my belly button. I heard him moan. Dear God, if I could just touch him. Not being able to move my hands made the feelings inside me so intense. The only thing I could move was my hips and legs that were squirming around in anticipation. He slipped his hands under my ass and brought my aching cunt up to his mouth. He didn’t do anything, but I felt his warm breath on my clit. I was drenched and panting.

  He put his head between my thighs, not touching my clit. His fingers spread me apart and yet he didn’t touch me where I needed him to.

  “Your pussy is perfect,” he whispered.

  “Touch it, take it.”

  “You are very wet, Isabella. You must want me.”

  “Please, Fabrice.”

  He was staring at my pussy. I was so desperate all I wanted was to rub it on him.

  “Oh God, Fabrice. Touch me, eat me. Do something.” I arched my back pulling on the ropes. My head was in a cloud. He grabbed my waist and positioned himself between my legs. His face had a couple of day’s stubble and he brushed it against my thigh. He kissed me and then sweetly as he had ever been he licked and sucked me. As if it was my mouth, he darted his tongue into me and leisurely licked. He knew how to make me crazy with his tongue. As his tongue worked its magic, his fingers found their way into me slowly and tortuously. My body was tight pulling on the restraint. I was intoxicated with lust. My skin ached as he continued to make love to me with his mouth. I felt a finger rimming my anus as I gasped.

  “Every part of you is mine.” His voice so husky and sensual sounded far away. He didn’t stop. He teased me with is tongue and sucked on my clit every so lightly. He knew what to do and what I liked. With a rhythm I was used to I felt my stomach clench. I was so close and he stopped.

  “Let me come, Fabrice.” I cried out. He said nothing.

  He then worked his mouth on me again as he licked, kissed and bit me. With his mouth sucking on my clit and his finger in my backside, I finally came hard. My hips pushed up to grind as hard as I could. His finger in me went deeper and I screamed his name. The orgasm went through my entire body like an electric shock. He wouldn’t stop and it felt intense, almost painful.

  He stopped and crawled up me. I hoped he wasn’t finished yet.

  “Feel good?” he asked.

  I couldn’t stop panting. I tried to answer.

  “Yes.” I reached down to unzip his pants and he stopped me.

  “No. That was for you. I want to remember that. I want to be so horny for you while I’m gone that I can’t think straight. When I get back, I want you right here waiting for me to finish.”

  He untied me and kissed me again. He noticed a mark or something on my wrist where the rope was.

  “Did you hurt yourself?” He rubbed the spot he was inspecting.

  “No, I was puling hard so it must have left a mark. No big deal, Fabrice. I’m fine and it was wonderful. I will be thinking about this all day.”

  “I will be tasting you all day.”

  Chapter 11

  With Fabrice in Paris, I couldn’t sleep at night. I didn’t think I could miss a man so much. I physically missed him, which was strange. I missed his touch, his kisses and his voice. He seemed so far away from me, and he was. We texted and talked at least twice a day. He spent most of his time at Celeste’s parents sitting beside her bed. She was aware that he was there but was in and out of consciousness. I was so glad he went and could be with her. His heart had to be broken. I tried to keep as busy as possible. I still worked every day and at night I would help out with the restaurant.

  Mid-way through my first week without Fabrice, I was walking to the train station after work and saw a beautiful, statuesque, redhead sitting there totally out of place. Dressed in a black short dress with nude heels, her hair was loosely put up on her head. I had to do a double take when I saw her and realized it was none other than, Marin.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked as I walked up to her. She immediately stood up from the bench she was parked on.

  “Good afternoon to you too, Isabella. Taking a train home? How classy. You would assume Fabrice would let you use his car since you’re his girlfriend.” She looked me up and down.

  “Kiss my ass, Marin. What do you want?” I was tired, hot and in need of some coffee. I looked horrible and my head was pounding.

  “I want to talk to you.” She admired herself in the reflection of the glass.

  “Talk.” She set her purse down on the bench, crossed her arms and stared at me up and down again. I don’t know what she thought she was doing.

  “I heard it through the grapevine that you had a boyfriend named Anthony.”

  “So the fuck what.” Where was this going?

  “Classy mouth. Anyway, did you tell Fabrice everything about him?” She was kidding right?

  “My business is none of yours. I will tell Fabrice whatever I want and whenever I want. You wasted your time coming down here to ask me this!” I shouted. Of course, more people were hovering around us trying to listen and acting like they were minding their own business.

  “I know everything that happened the night with Anthony. I did a little research and found out you were pregnant.” What was she talking about? How did she know this? Was she this evil?

  “Go fuck yourself, Marin, and stay out of my business.” As soon as I said that someone with a camera stepped out and took our pictures. Wonder-fucking-ful. I can see the headline and it won’t be in my favor.

  “I feel sorry for poor Anthony. He wasn’t as bad as you made him out. In fact, I’m sure your thug family had something to do with his beating and I intend on proving it.”

  I stepped up towards her. I stood so close I noticed her steel grey eyes for the first time. They were piercing and evil looking.

  “I didn’t lose a baby. And do not speak about my family or make idle threats.” I lied through gritted teeth.

  “Well I, for a fact, know you did. You were three months pregnant.”

  “Keep your nosey ass out of my fucking business!”

  She smiled. “Did I hit a nerve, Miss Perfect? Is your story unraveling in front of you?” Marin laughed out loud. She picked up her oversized handbag and hung it from her scrawny arm.

  “If I were you, I would tell Fabrice your dirty little secrets. You don’t want them coming out and embarrassing him. He’s the French Ambassador. It won’t look good to be dating some dego trash.”

  Oh God, did I want to punch her. My arm was ready to swing right at her face.

  “If you think hurting me or embarrassing me is going to get Fabrice back you are sadly mistaken. I guess you don’t know him as well as you think do you. You also don’t know w
hat I’ve told him and what he’s told me. We have long talks into the night after he makes hot love to me over and over. So if I were you, thank God I’m not, I would shut the fuck up and go on about my life doing nothing but shopping and digging up lies about people. You’re pathetic.”

  She laughed again. I was ready to punch her lights out. Cameras flashed again and more people were watching. Thankfully my train was coming down the railway.

  My hands were in fists at my sides, I had that feeling of uncontrollable anger that I get when I’m beyond pissed off. My heart raced and if we were somewhere alone, she would be on the floor.

  She stood there staring at me, smirking.

  “I would let Fabrice know if I were you. You don’t want him to find out through someone else, or through the news. That would suck.” She turned her skinny ass around and headed down to the parking lot to her car.

  I thought Marin was the least of my worries, but I might be mistaken. Should I tell Fabrice? I know I should, but was I doing it because of her idle threat? Was she going to talk? I did need to tell him, but I had to find the right time. The news or internet would certainly let him know by the morning of our little altercation. I didn’t want to bother him with what he had going on. Maybe he wouldn’t see it. I let it go. That was until I opened the internet the next day.

  Staring back at me on one of the gossip sites was the picture of Marin and me at the train station. They posted the shot of me pointing my finger at her yelling while she stood there. The caption said ‘Socialite Marin Fisher confronted Isabella Piori at a train station’. The news stated that Marin confronted me about stealing her long time love and French Ambassador, Fabrice Arbidoux. I threatened to punch her up if she didn’t leave me alone. What? I never said that. Witnesses stated it was a heated argument and I raised my fist at her. It went on to say that Fabrice and Marin were in love for several years until I came to work for him and he couldn’t resist my charm. Is this worth it? Would it ever stop?

  I needed to get away. With Fabrice in Paris, this was the perfect time for me to vanish for a week. Avery’s family had an elaborate ski lodge in Colorado that they stayed in once a year. A place I had always wanted to see, but I’ve never been there. Even though it wasn’t ski season, it would be the perfect place for me to get away for a while and be alone. I had some vacation time accrued at my job and since I planned on quitting soon, I took the time. Avery made one quick call to her dad, he made a call to someone else, and the place was stocked and ready for me in a day. Avery wanted to go with me and she agreed that she would come and get me settled, stay a couple of days, and leave me alone for the rest of the week. I agreed to that. She and I could shop for a bit, unwind, and just be ourselves. We both needed to be alone. Since Cherise and Fabrice, neither of us has had good quality time together. Her parents arranged for us to fly out on their private jet and we arrived by helicopter to their Telluride compound. I expected a smaller style ski lodge nestled among others with bare necessities. I was totally wrong when the helicopter landed on the grounds of a huge sprawling mansion.