A second chance...At first love (Second Love Series Book 1) (6 page)

Ellington

Isabella Bunton, Damn!  She was sexy; no she was more than that she was spectacular, h
e though.  She was just what he needed to unwind after a stressful week.  He figured she could help him relax repeatedly one night.  He knew by her reaction the moment she saw him that she would be his for the picking.  He was used to that reaction from women, he knew his appeal and he played it to his advantage.  He was 6'4", with rugged good looks.  He was naturally tan because of his Italian heritage, even though everyone knew him as Ellington Scott; his real last name was Scarpaci.  He totally played on the whole "tall, dark and handsome" thing of most women's dreams.  He wasn't one to complain when things worked to his advantage. Not only was he tall, dark and handsome but he was rich, very rich.  His father had started his own Stock Brokerage Firm years ago.  He took on a partner when Ellington went through a rough period about fifteen years ago, but Ellington had since cleaned up his act, except for his love of women, and was a junior partner at his father's agency.  He specialized in Foreign Exchange Trading.  He knew one day that he would have to take over for his old man and he was fine with that.  He'd had plenty of wild days when he was younger.  Ellington could be considered a workaholic.  Since that morning fifteen years ago, the only real pleasure he allowed himself was beautiful women and he considered himself a connoisseur, so that's why he enjoyed them at every chance he got.  He didn't see himself as the settling down type.  He didn't have time for it, or so he told himself. Truth was he didn't think he deserved happiness, true happiness, the whole wife and kid thing.  He was still plagued with guilt from the accident.  How could he truly be happy after having taken a life?  So he used work to distract himself, that and the occasional company of a gorgeous woman.  Isabella Bunton was about to be next on his list.  His play had been intentional. He played with her mind, made her think she was the rude one, it worked all of the time and then he topped it off by paying for her meal.  He knew that with that simple gesture she would be thinking about him and that's exactly what he wanted.  That way the next time he saw her, she would be his for the taking, primed and ready.  It was only a matter of time before he saw her again. He was a junior partner at one of the most successful brokerages in the area; he had the resources to find her. He walked back into his office, after his trip to the café, ready to get back to work, unfortunately his search for Izzie would have to wait for a bit. 

His dad started the brokerage with help from his Nonnino Vinnie.  Ellington had long ago figured out what his "nonnino" really did.  Vinnie wasn't really Ellington's grandfather but when his dad arrived from the old country Vinnie took him under his wing and taught him his "family business."  He treated him like a son but he wanted more for Andrew so, he helped him pay for college and get his degree and of course he gave him the funds he needed to start the brokerage.  Of course that meant that Andrew was indebted to Vinnie.  It was about more than just the college degree, he really did treat Andrew like he was a son.  Ellington figured out the truth, when he was about ten.  He was sitting in the family restaurant when the police came in looking for Vinnie, his dad and a few other people.  The police pulled him aside and questioned him about his association with Vincent Tortoni.

"That's my grandfather," he responded as any child would have.   The cop laughed.

"No really kid, how do you know Vincent Tortoni?" the cop asked.

"He's my nonnino, my grandfather."  The officer informed him the Vincent Tortoni only had one child, a daughter that had died in childbirth along with her mother, over 35 years ago.  He was so confused.  His father and Vinnie had lied to him his entire life.  That wasn't the first time that he had seen the police in the restaurant but it was the time that stuck with him the most. That night after the police left and everyone was going about business as usual, he got home and asked his father for the truth. 

"Is Nonnino really your father?  Is he really my grandfather?"

His dad explained that biologically no they weren't related but that didn't change the fact that he was his grandpa.  He explained how Vinnie had taken him in and treated him like a son.

"He was heartbroken for a long time after the death of his wife and child and I showed up like a lost little puppy, searching for a home."

He explained in terms that a ten year old could understand that Vinnie was an amazing father that had always looked out for him and his family and he had vowed to always do the same. Loyalty was important to the family!  So years later when Ellington found himself in trouble with the law, he wasn't surprised when he got off with a slap on the wrist each time.  After the last time though he vowed not to need to rely on his dad's and his nonnino's connections, because he was cleaning up his act.  Just because he didn't deal with drugs and alcohol didn't mean Ellington was squeaky clean.  He tried to stay away from the shadier side of the business that his father had long ago set up; certain accounts to make sure his Nonnino's money was taken care of.  Every once in a while he would have to figure out the best foreign investments to make.  Fortunately by the time he was handling the money it had gone through so many channels he wouldn't ever face serious trouble.  This was one of the times that his father had him looking into foreign trades.  He knew it was going to be a long evening of researching the foreign markets and analyzing foreign currency, so took off his grey Armani suit jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his light blue dress shirt and got ready to get back to work. As he rolled up his sleeves, he glanced at the tattoo on the inside of left forearm, it was his constant reminder that he needs to stay on the straight path in his life.

Izzie

After their meal Izzie and Teddy grabbed some ice cream and went back to Izzie's to continue their girl fest.  Teddy had not stopped talking about Ellington Scott from the moment they read the note.

"Izzie, you need to find him."

"How am I supposed to do that Teddy?"

"Uh…Iz, its 2014, Google him, Facebook him, something. He can't be that hard to find! Just put that modern day Greek god in a search engine and his picture will probably pop up! Stalk that man!"

"Haha Teddy you are a mess."

"I'm serious, I'm not saying marry the man, but I bet he would be great for a ride or two in the sack and you need it!  What's it been now, a year?

"It's been three and half and I'm fine. Thank you!"

"Come on Iz; tell me you don't think about it at least a little."

"I am human Ted, let's be real, but that man is way out of my league and I am not trying to make a fool of myself."

"League-schemegue, girl you better get on that."

"Ok Ted, if I ever see him again I will talk to him, does that make you happy?"

"Talk to him?  Ugh, I guess that will do...for now."

Izzie only made that promise because she was almost certain that she would never see him again.  Since it seemed Teddy was momentarily satisfied with Izzie's situation with Mr. Ellington "Hotness" Scott, they started talking about Izzie's new job with the Philharmonic.

"When is your first day?" Teddy asked.

"My first practice is this Sunday, there's an open rehearsal next week, you should come, and it’s in the morning.  The first show is next week.  I have to get up to speed pretty quickly."

"Iz, you'll be fine.  You've always been remarkable and they wouldn’t have asked you to join if you couldn't do it."

"Thanks Teddy! You really are the best friend a girl could have. I better let you get home before Charlie thinks someone has kidnapped you.  Best friends forever and always?"

"For always and forever girl. Love you."

Izzie couldn't believe they still said that after all these years, but it made her heart smile every time they did.  Teddy hugged Izzie and left.  Izzie called her parents and told them the good news; they were so excited for her.  They told her they would be up soon to see a show and how proud of her they were.  She told them she loved them and hung up.  Next she called Mrs. DeSantis; they continued to keep in contact over the years.  Izzie called her every Sunday and any time something special happened.  She also told Izzie how proud of her she was and asked when Izzie's parents were coming so she could plan to come up whenever they did.  Mrs. DeSantis told her she loved her, wished her luck on her first day and that she couldn't wait to hear all about it.  They hung up and Izzie changed into her pajamas.  It was still early so, she grabbed the ice cream she and Teddy bought and sat on the couch to watch some mind numbing television on her DVR, her guilty pleasure was "The Bachelor."  The bachelors were usually so good looking but they were such jerks.  She could never imagine putting herself through such humiliating situations, but she loved watching it happen to other people.  After watching the latest Mr. Yummy and his house of honies, she wanted to watch something funny.  She hopped on Netflix and decided to watch a standup comedy, she had seen all of the Kevin Hart's specials at least ten times and she still laughed just as hard each time.  She hit play and started laughing with Kevin, next thing she knew she was dozing off and wouldn't you know, Mr. Scott made an appearance in her dream that night. 

She was sitting at her kitchen table, wearing nothing but her white terry cloth robe and hot pink matching bra and panties, reading over sheet music and preparing for her day, with her morning cup of coffee.  Her door buzzer rang; when she asked who it was they said simply said "Package for Isabella Bunton."  She hit the buzzer to let them in and waited a minute to open the door. She lived on the seventeenth floor of her Washington Heights apartment.  She needed to remind herself to start looking for new places to live now that she had a new job.  She heard a knock at her door, she opened it and there stood the Greek statue himself, Ellington Scott.  That man was beautiful, from his dark curly well maintained hair, to his sparkling green eyes and his luscious full pink lips.  Lips that make a girl think bad things.  He was standing in her doorway, wearing a midnight blue pinstripe suit, crisp white dress shirt and a blue, purple and white plaid tie.  He was breathing-taking!  He looked at her like he wanted to devour her with those dangerous green eyes.  He stepped inside closed the door.

"I need to taste you Isabella," he said.  Before she could do anything he untied her robe, dropped to his knees and kissed her stomach.  She was in shock.  His lips were soft, warm and moist and she could feel the warm trail cool as his kisses moved from her stomach down.  He turned her around so her back was against her front door.  He kissed over the top of her pink panties, smirked up at her.

"Cute, were you expecting me?"  He teased.

He took her left leg and put it over his shoulder; he slipped her pink panties to the side and kissed her lips. Her right leg shook.

"Don't worry I've got you," he said as he put her right leg over his shoulder.  He took his tongue and slowly ran in up the center of her lips.  Then he gently took one side in his mouth and sucked, he let that go and did the same thing to the other side, she moaned.  He took his tongue and again ran in up between her lips and back down, then he lifted her slightly over his head and kissed and sucked on her lips until he felt her juices soak through her panties.  He set her back down.

"You don't need these right now," he said as he slid them off and tossed them to the side. He picked her up and carried her over to her kitchen table, pushed all the sheet music to the floor and set her down.  He pushed her back on the table, grabbed a chair and sat right between her legs. Her moisture glistened in the light.

"Damn Isabella, you look so good, are you going to let me really taste now?"  She looked at him and all she could do was nod and sigh. 

"That's right baby, let me have it."  He pulled her to the edge of the table and continued where he left off at the door, kissing and sucking on her lips, her scent enveloping him.  He kissed lower until he hit the center of her.  He took his tongue and licked a circle around before sticking it deep inside. He moaned and she squirmed at the pleasure.  In and out he tongued her until he felt her walls shake.  He kissed her lips again and gently sucked on her clit and just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take it anymore he shoved his tongue deep inside again. She screamed out in pleasure.  He kissed and lapped at all her juices until she stopped shaking.  He kissed her lips once more then stood up.

"Thank you Isabella," he said and left. She was calling out his name as she woke up.  It took her a second to focus on what was happening.  Kevin Hart was still on telling funny stories, she was still on her couch in her pajamas and she was soaking wet. 
Oh man, it was just a dream,
she whispered as she realized she was disappointed.  She was dreaming about Ellington Scott.  This was not good.

Ellington

Before he realized it, it was Thursday night; the week had gone by quickly.  As usual, Ellington kept himself busy at work, researching and analyzing the foreign markets for his clients, figuring out the best trades.  He really enjoyed his job; math and money, two of his three favorite things, but it could get exhausting.  It had been a couple of days since he met sweet Isabella.  He was ready for a distraction.  He decided he would begin his search for her this weekend.  Earlier this week, one of his clients had recently dropped off tickets to the New York Philharmonic as a "thank you" for a recent trade.  He hadn’t been in a while and enjoyed the arts from time to time.  The question he asked himself was
, "Who will be my companion for the evening tomorrow?
  He reached in his top drawer and pulled out his phone, he scrolled through his list of women and with each he mentally listed a reason why she wouldn't work; "annoying voice," "too loud," "too clingy," "too crazy."  He scrolled until he found Fiona (Hot Redhead),
Aww yes Fiona will do for the evening.
  He called Fiona and asked her what her plans were for the next night.

“Whatever you have in mind Scotty!”

“To start we'll go to the Philharmonic and then see where the night goes from there.”

She liked the way the evening could shape up and asked what time she should be ready. 

"I'll be there to get you at 6:30," he said then hung up.  Yep Fiona would do just fine. 

He leaned back in his chair and thought about his last encounter with her.  She was a personal trainer, fit and tight in all the right spots and very flexible.  She had come to his apartment in Central Park East unexpectedly.  He didn't usually allow drop in visits but when he opened the door she flung open her coat and had on a red bra and panties and black garter stockings.  She was a pretty package begging to be opened and he couldn’t disappoint her, now could he.  He barely had the door closed before she was all over him, and he wasn't complaining.  She started kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt, undid his belt and was going for his pants before he stopped her. 

"Put on a show for me," he said.  She was more than willing.  So he took a seat on his couch, turned on some music and watched her move.  Nice little waist and big tits, she was hot.  She gave him a lap dance and when he tried to touch her she moved his hands. He could feel himself getting hard and starting to strain again his pants, she must have felt it too because she turned around got on her knees and unbuttoned his pants. His hard manhood stood at attention.  She looked at him and smiled, then took him in her mouth.  It was so hot, so wet, damn it felt good. He grabbed the back of her head and growled at her skills.  She was a good one alright.  She had him about to explode, but he wasn't ready. He moved her and pulled himself from between her lips.  He told her to turn around.  She was facing the coffee table and without another word he pushed her over and shoved himself deep inside, yes that's what he wanted.  Hot, sweet, wet, so wet! He grabbed her hip with his left hand and held her bent over with his right and began to pound her from behind.  Damn she felt good.  He thought about her tits and wanted to see her bounce in his face. He pulled out, sat down and pulled her on top of him in what seemed like one fluid motion.  He grabbed her hips and lifted her up and down on his throbbing hard cock.  He was leaned back just enough that he could see her red hair all soaking wet, stuck to her face and her big juicy tits bouncing.  Yes, she was definitely a hot one.  When Ellington felt like he was ready to cum he told her to get back on her knees.  She did so very willingly and finished the job she had started earlier. 

"You know I love it when you do that." She smiled, that had been her goal since she arrived.  She grabbed her coat off of the floor and left without another word.

"You know I really love it when you do that," he said after her as he closed the door. "No muss, no fuss, just the way I like it."  He sat up in his chair and said
Yea, Fiona will work just fine for now.