31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2) (5 page)

Saturday 5
^th
July ~ Year One

Dan

I woke up at six a.m. to
find my cock was throbbing with an intensity that had only come about since I
met Ellie. I’d hardly slept all night for thinking about her, about our phone
call. I desperately wanted to believe that I could tell her the truth and she’d
still want me, but I was reluctant to get my hopes up again. That day I’d seen
her walking towards me at The Savoy had been a complete punch in the chest, as
well as another painful rapid cock swelling. She’d looked fucking stunning with
that sexy green dress on, that was before she was lying at my feet, with her
short dress having risen up, affording me a glimpse of her succulent cunt
covered in thin green lace. The fury that had torn through me when she declined
my request to talk, and that bloody journalist had kissed her, was
unparalleled. Mother had sensed my disposition and had insisted we leave as
soon as I’d eaten my lobster and had James drop me at the office. She knew work
was the only thing that distracted me when I was in one of those moods. Women
never walked away from me. It was an unfamiliar situation and I didn’t like it.

I gripped my shaft as I slowly moved my hand up and
down and parted my thighs to caress my balls at the same time. I was like a
damn teenager again, knocking one out every few hours as I fantasised about
her. I was going to get bloody masturbation calluses on my right hand. I
started panting and my hand speeded up, as the thought of sucking her clit and
tasting her sweet nectar spurred me on. Within minutes it was over. That damn
woman was ruining me.
Ellie Baxter, if you think you’re walking away without
me fucking you, think again,
I thought to myself as I tried to regulate my
breathing. Whether or not she believed or forgave me, I was going to have her
beneath me, screaming again as I pounded into her before she left. If I
couldn’t have her permanently, I’d make damn sure she’d regret it every time
she had a regular fuck that didn’t compare to what I did for her. If she walked
away she’d ruin me, it was only fair that I ruin her in return. I headed down
to my parent’s pool and gym for an hours work out before Magdalene their housekeeper
made me a full English breakfast.

‘Here you are, Ollie,’ she smiled. ‘Big plate for
a big boy.’

‘Big man, Magda,’ I laughed and she just winked at
me and patted me on the back. With the exception of my parents, Logan and
apparently Ellie, our Portuguese housekeeper Magda was one of the few people
who wasn’t intimidated by me. She’d been with the family since before I was
born and had pretty much been my primary carer when mum was jetting around on
photo shoots and appearing on runways. I adored her.

‘You’ll always be little Ollie to me. I changed
your nappies remember, Signor?’ she chuckled.

‘Thanks for the reminder,’ I replied with a roll of
my eyes as I wolfed down the large breakfast she’d prepared.

‘So what’s this I hear about a new lady in your
life?’

‘Does my mother tell you everything?’ I sighed as
I pushed the plate back and cocked my eyebrows at her.

‘O course. Magda is part of the family. I just
want to see you happy again. You haven’t been happy since Miss Rebecca passed
away and that’s been over ten years,’ she reminded me. I rubbed my hands over
my face. She was right. I was only twenty two when I lost her in childbirth.
I’d pursued her at Uni and surprised my parents, and Magda, by going steady.
They were well aware of my reputation for never sticking with a woman for more
than a few dates.

‘I’ve met someone, but it’s complicated.’

‘Why complicated? I don’t understand,’ she asked
as she cleared my plate away.

‘I’m still married and I … concealed that from
her, pretended I was someone else, she found out and ran from me.’

‘Signor! Lying?’ she gasped as she looked at me
horrified. ‘Did we not teach you better than that?’

‘I know, spare me the lecture, I’ve had it off
both parents already. I liked her, I wanted to see if she was genuine before I
told her who I was.’

‘Ahhh, because of Miss Moira,’ she nodded.

‘Mrs. Davenport,’ I corrected.

‘She may be your wife in name, but she is not your
wife, Ollie. She tricked you, you were only married for one night, didn’t
consummate it and she’s been dead for the last three and a bit years.’

‘She’s not dead damn it,’ I bit back.
What was
wrong with everyone?
Why did they insist on talking about her as if she
were dead, she wasn’t. A marriage of love it certainly wasn’t, but she was
still my damn wife. A wife I’d promised to honour, to be faithful to and I’d
broken that bloody promise when my self-control around Ellie shattered.

‘You deceive yourself,’ she scolded with a wagging
finger. ‘A person on a life support machine, who has been declared brain dead,
is not alive. You are holding on out of guilt, instead of forgiving yourself
and moving on.’

‘If you worked for me I’d fire you for
insubordination,’ I scowled.

‘Then I’d just spank your bottom like I did when
you were naughty as a child. You refuse to see reason. Eu desisto,’ she
muttered as she threw her hands in the air.

‘Well I won’t give up, she’s my responsibility. I
did this to her, I owe it to her not to give up on her.’

‘It was an accident, you owe it to yourself to
follow your heart. I can’t bear to see you as unhappy as you were when you lost
Miss Rebecca and your son,’ she moaned as she lifted the corner of her apron
and wiped her eyes.

‘Magda,’ I sighed and rose and strode over to give
her a hug and kissed her forehead. ‘It’s not that simple.’

‘Do you love this … Ellie?’

‘I care for her deeply, I’m not sure if it really
is love. I don’t think I’m capable of it.’

‘Por deus, eu desisto,’ she muttered as she
wriggled out my grasp. ‘You will be a very sad and lonely man and I can’t bear
to stand by and watch it, neither can your poor mother. Get out of my kitchen
before I’m tempted to spank some reasoning into you,’ she ordered, as she grabbed
a cooking spoon and pointed at the door with it.

‘Magda!’

‘Ir agora!’ she pointed, telling me to get gone.
‘Before I lose my temper.’

‘Jesus Christ,’ I muttered, her and my mother had
seriously fiery tempers that would put the most hardened dominant man in his
place. I earned myself a crack on the backside with the spoon for blaspheming
in front of her as she launched a tirade of Portuguese at me, so I quickly strode
to the front door to find James. Getting to work and holding the final meetings
for the takeover would give me back my damn manhood. No one questioned me there,
or tried to tell me what to do, or yelled at me in God damn Portuguese. Being
bilingual I’d yelled back at my mother the once, when I was younger and more
naïve, never again. My father had to come and haul her out of the room as she’d
launched into a mammoth rant. Growing up with her and Magda had left me pretty
much able to handle any woman. Yet Ellie … Ellie just brought out the worst in
me by challenging me as well.

‘Morning, Sir,’ smiled James as he opened the
door.

‘Morning James, thank God for some male company.’

‘That bad?’ he enquired as I climbed in.

‘Let’s just say twenty Chinese businessmen will be
a piece of cake compared to one feisty Portuguese housekeeper.’ James laughed
and shut the door as I adjusted my cuffs and tie and ran my hands through my
hair. I rarely came to London for face to face meetings anymore. I could
conduct teleconferences from my office in the house in Scotland. Doing them
from the boathouse in December, while dressed casually for Ellie had been
challenging, never knowing when she might turn up, or potentially show me up by
launching into one of her verbal assaults. I chuckled. I actually couldn’t wait
to see her tomorrow. If I hadn’t promised my parents we’d attend a private
charity gala later I would have organised my flight for straight after this
meeting.

James dropped me at the Davenport headquarters
where Stuart, my Personal Assistant, was waiting for me at the door. He’d
worked for me since I’d fucked the last female PA in my old offices, and had
been threatened with a lawsuit when I ended it. My legal team paid her off and
insisted that I didn’t employ any more women in the role as a form of
self-protection. When I worked in the city long days and nights at the office
inevitably meant working in close proximity and for long periods of time. Not
many men in my position, with a good looking woman in a short skirt offering to
do whatever you wanted, would have the willpower to resist fucking his PA over her
desk at some stage. I felt a smile creep across my face at the thought of Ellie
dressed in a sexy secretary outfit with glasses on, spread across my desk as I
restrained her hands and fucked her from behind, while still wearing my three
piece suit.
That
would tempt me to spend more time in my London office.

‘Morning, Sir,’ greeted Stuart as he handed me a
travel mug of black coffee.

‘Morning Stuart, is everything ready?’ I asked as
we strode across the granite lobby to the bank of lifts.

‘Yes, Sir. The conference room is set up, the
legal team is here and Robert Austin’s due to arrive shortly, to handle the
more complex clauses as requested.’

‘Excellent,’ I smiled. Robert Austin was one of
the top corporate lawyers in London before he’d moved to New York. He was an old
friend of my father, despite only being about eight years older than me. They
spoke legalese like I spoke code. ‘Stuart, I have an urgent job for you. I need
you to check in on my hotel in Scotland and let me know if Miss Baxter has
taken advantage of the Spa, if not you’re to let me know immediately.’

‘What if you’re in the middle of the final
negotiations?’

‘Immediately Stuart, regardless.’

‘Yes, Sir. Anything else?’ he asked. Stuart didn’t
write anything down, he had an uncanny ability to remember everything I asked
of him.

‘I’d like another bouquet of gerberas sent to her
room with the message
Sunday. Full disclosure requires subsequent
commitment, flexibility and stamina,’
I smiled. Damn it, I’d gone hard
again thinking about fucking her.

‘How would you like me to sign the card, Sir?’

‘Ollie with … no,’ I hesitated. What
did
I
call myself with her? She was right in a way. Dan was the persona I was up in
Scotland. By being “Dan” I could pretty much get away without being recognised
or hounded by the press. Ollie or Oliver would seem odd coming from her and
could cause problems if anyone overheard us. Other than the Senior Manager at
the hotel, no one even knew that I was the owner when I visited. ‘Sign it Dan,
with … with a kiss.’ I raised my eyebrows as Stuart looked up at me shocked.

‘A
kiss?
’ he gasped.

‘Did I stutter?’ I asked with a serious frown.
Stuart flinched, he still didn’t get whether or not I was being serious, which
amused me.

‘No, Sir. It’s just I’ve sent many bouquets for
you over the years, but never with a kiss unless it was your mother or Magda.’

‘Then maybe it’s time for a change.’

‘I’d like to meet the lady that has the honour of
a kiss on her card,’ Stuart advised with a smile.

‘Can you source an item of jewellery for me as
well? I’d want it before I leave the office today.’

‘Certainly Sir,’ he nodded as we exited the lift
on the conference room floor. He tripped over his feet as I told him what I
wanted, making me roar with laughter which had him even more stunned. I’d never
given him a budget that large for jewellery, or stipulated what I wanted, I’d
always left the choice to him with a modest budget. Just knowing Ellie was
willing to hear me out had lifted my spirits. I helped him up and slapped him
on the back.

‘Right, game faces on, this is a multi-million
pound deal that will see my market share increase by five percent putting me in
the top ten,’ I advised as we headed in to prepare.

Five hours later, after much bowing, shaking of
hands and me calling on my rusty Chinese to say my thanks, the deal was
concluded. I’d nearly lost my train of thought at one point, staring out of the
window wondering what Ellie was doing until Stuart gently kicked me under the
table.

‘Congratulations, Oliver,’ nodded Robert as he
shook my hand.

‘Thank you, Robert. You saved me money with that final
clause you added.’

‘That’s why you pay me so handsomely,’ he
chuckled.

‘I’m sorry we never got the chance to talk
earlier. How’s New York suiting you?’

‘Wonderful. I still enjoy coming back to England to
see Gabriel and friends like your father, but my life is there now.’

‘How is your son?’ I enquired. ‘I heard he had a
rather nasty accident.’

‘He’s recovering well thank you, though it seems sadly
his swimming career is over. Luckily he has the distraction of a girlfriend
that he’s besotted with to take his mind off that,’ Robert laughed.