Bring me to life (The golden collection) (2 page)

             
Blake had laid out the table, no doubt his mother had taught him. He was just filling up our glasses with wine when I sat down.

             
"I made your favourite!" He beamed looking for approval. I smile sweetly. "I have faith in you, Georgina". Before I could reply the phone rang and Blake rushed over to it. "Hello . . . Mum!"

             
I rolled my eyes, Blake's mother hated me. The daughter of a salesman and a wayward mother was no good for her ONLY son.

             
"Of course we will come tomorrow tonight" he continued.

             
How could I forget Blake's Dad's birthday party. How much fun was that going to be? I would rather sit and relive my Friday the  13th experience. If this ever came out at least Blake's mother could gloat and tell him "I told you so." I could hear her smug voice now!

             
"What's George wearing?" His eyes glared at me. I mouthed nothing. He winked and returned to his mother. "A dress?? . . . . Yes okay . . . Love you too mum . . . I will do . . . Bye" I watched him place the phone back,  turn round and strut back to the table.

             
"Your mother hates me"  I grabbed my wine and took a sip. It tasted divine. "Tomorrow I will be sitting with all the other members of hired help!"

             
"Why did you say that?" He marched over to the kitchen and returned with two plates. "Here... Eat your dinner." He took his seat opposite. "Your Dad called while you were out. Lunch is still on for Sunday."

             
I looked down at my food.... I felt stomach churning sick.

             
My father was here on a short business visit. Last year him and his wife Caitlyn sold their house and moved to Spain. He only ever came back for all his used car sale rooms. I bet I was a last thought or Caitlyn had arranged it all.

             
"Did he say if Dee was coming?" I started to reluctantly shovel food into my mouth. Dee (Deanna) was my older sister and I hadn't seen her in months. She was married to a man in his fifties and they were always off somewhere trying to save the world. My Dad said Dee had my mother's mental genes.

             
"He didn't say," Blake stopped eating. "Slow down or you will make yourself sick" he laughed.

             
I stopped too. I looked up at Blake's handsome face.
I love your laugh
I thought to myself. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, I loved everything about this man. My beautiful, charming, caring, loving man.

             
"Why do you put up with me?" I blurted out with no thought.

             
Blake's hand glided over the table and clasped mine. "Because no one else will!!"

*   *   *

             
It was dark and I knew I wasn't alone.. I could hear someone breathing behind me. I was stood up. I tried to bring my hands down to my sides but they wouldn't move. I pulled and I could hear metal. Was it a chain? I could feel something around my wrists... Was I cuffed???

             
“Well.... Miss Dawson... You have been a naughty girl!” My eyes widen... That voice... I've heard that voice before.

             
Slowly light appeared and HE was stood in front of me.

             
Naked.

             
I looked up I was cuffed and I looked down I was naked too.

             
He moved over to me and he hands slid up my body. I arched my back and  his touch felt amazing. His mouth found my nipples and he tugged gently. I gave a little groan. Slowly his mouth moved down below and his mouth was there. He knew exactly what he was doing. Fucking me with his tongue. I wished I could bring my hands down and tug at his red hair.

             
He stopped and stood up with  his eyes penetrating mine. I wanted him deep inside of me. I could feel my breathing escalating and it hurt deep in my stomach. I needed relief and only he could give me it.

             
He strutted back over to me and noticed he was rubbing himself. I bit my lip. He was rock hard and pink. I wondered what he tasted like? Would I ever get the chance to caress him with my tongue?

             
His hands grabbed my arse and before I knew what happened my legs were wrapped round his waist and  he had plunged deep inside. One of his hands rested on my back and  I couldn't move.

             
“Your so wet...” he yelled biting down on my neck. I screamed it was too good. I closed my eyes and took in the sweet pain and then sweet pleasure of him making me come....

             
“You want me not Blake! You want my dick inside you...”

             
My groans turned to screams and he was slamming into me with some force. I began to curl my toes and I felt shivery. I was having an orgasm and every part of me felt on fire.

             
“Yes Miss Dawson..” He growled low in my ear. GIVE IT UP FOR ME!!!....”.

              I sat up and I was breathing heavily. Where was I? I looked around and saw Blake sleeping next to me. I placed a hand on my heart it felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.
It was a dream... No, it was a nightmare!!!!

             
*        *        *

              The dreaded night finally arrived. The nightmare was still haunting me. To top it all I looked awful from not being able to sleep. Thankfully, make-up was being my friend today. It had taken me hours to figure out what to wear and in the end I decided on a white off the shoulder gown with a sparkly silver belt. I had piled my hair on my head with a few loose strands. The outfit was finished with the diamond drop earrings my Dad had brought me for a graduation present. I looked very much the Greek goddess. Oh yeah, that should knock the smile off the witch's face!

             
Blake's parents.... Well mother... Sent a car to pick us up. Only the best for her baby boy and his gold digging girlfriend.

             
I never could understand exactly what I had done so wrong..

Was it because I didn't come from a privilege background or was it because she just didn't want anyone to be happy??

              The car pulled up into their stately home driveway. The house was lit up like Sleeping Beauty's castle. Blake often told me how much he had hated growing up here. He said he never really had a proper childhood. He wasn't allowed to mix with other children or go to school. His mum had him home tutored until he was 10  and then he went off to boarding school.

             
"What are you thinking about?"

             
My thoughts were distracted. I turned to face Blake and  shrugged my shoulders. "Wondering why your mother thinks I am not appropriate for you?"

             
He tutted and shook his head. I could see the annoyed feeling pounding out of his eyes. "How many times do we have to talk about this?" he hissed. He undid his seat belt and moved beside me. "You! Georgina Dawson are perfect for me." He ran his finger down my cheek, even his touch took my breath away. "No one will ever . . . EVER get in the way of me being with you" he whispered following with a meaningful deep kiss that sent tingles down my spine.

             
I looked deep into his emerald eyes as we pulled apart. "We could go home?" I giggled while running my hand along his strong toned thigh.

             
"Then my mother would be after me" He grabbed my hand and took it slowly up to his mouth. "Come, let's go and get pissed for free." He gave my hand a kiss. I laughed, it was so funny when Blake swore with his proper posh English accent.

             
We entered the grand hall. It was filled with all the finest lords and ladies, all dressed to impress with their ball gowns, diamonds and tux's. A little violin group was playing a song I didn't know in the corner. Waiters and waitress's were handing out champagne from silver trays. It was  very high society and I felt very awkward.

             
Blake grabbed two glasses and handed one to me. "See everyone has come under dressed as usual." I  gave a little grin then took a large sip of my drink; At least it tasted good. "Georgina, did I tell you how hot you look tonight?" He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him.             

             
"No you didn't Lord Waterman" I put on my posh voice.

             
"You do. A little too hot to be hanging around with these old prunes." He kissed my cheek. I felt his breath move to my ear. "Let's find somewhere quiet" he whispered. I gazed up. He was giving me his horny come-to-bed eyes and I couldn't resist; That urging feeling started down below.

             
"Darling"

             
The moment was spoilt by the witch. Blake shrugged his shoulders as to say sorry. We both turned in the direction of his mother. She was dressed in her vintage Chanel suit and pearls. She looked like she had just walked out of finishing school. This time I took a even larger gulp of my drink. The witch grabbed Blake's face planting a kiss on both cheeks.

             
"Oh Darling, you look handsome. Such a fine looking man." She beamed as she stood back to admire her property and then her eyes fell onto me. Her whole appearance instantly changed. She stood tall and straightened out her shoulders. The familiar cold stare replaced the loving look she had seconds ago.             

             
"Georgina" the witch hissed my name as if it was a dirty word. "What a pleasant look!"

             
Out of the blue there was a loud ear hurting laugh. My whole body shuddered just by the sound of it. What's she doing here? She was the vilest person I had ever met. Veronica Hart and she was strutting over to us. Her dress was barely there it looked like a scrap piece of material. Her fake huge boobs were almost falling out. Everything about her was fake and over the top. Her bright red hair was falling around her.

             
"Veronica!" the witch gushed.

             
"Mrs Waterman" she gushed back wrapping her arms around the witch.

             
"Oh darling you look stunning".

             
No she doesn't!

             
I looked much better than she did. At least my dress could withhold my body. It was always like this- Veronica could do no wrong and I was seen as a whore. Apparently Veronica and Blake's mum's were best friends. They grew up together, attended each others weddings and had babies near enough the same time. Maybe that's why she hated me? I bet secretly the two women had planned that their children would be together. As the scarlet woman... I had come along and damaged the whole thing. Thankfully I knew Blake had taste. A woman who went around naked, falling out of clubs and photographed with a new man every week was no competition for me.

             
"Blakie" she hugged him. "Georgie" she hugged me. "I must say you are a gorgeous couple" She didn't look at me her eyes were stuck on Blake. "Don't you think Mrs Waterman?" She added.

             
"I guess so" she muttered and looked away.

             
Bitch!

             
"Did you attend alone Veronica?" Blake asked no doubt witnessing his mother's reaction.

             
"No" she giggled blinking through her large fake eyelashes. "I have a date" she started to scan the room. "There he is!" She pointed and gave a perfect white smile. All our eyes focused on who she was pointing to. She waved and the man waved back.

             
Everything went into slow motion and I felt the colour evaporate from my face. We were all looking over at a tall muscular man with spiky reddish hair. He was dressed in a black tux, a crisp white shirt and a perfect black bow tie. His blue eyes penetrated me. My eyes fell on his perfect mouth.

             
This could only happen to you!

             
Now not only did I have to spend a  whole night with the witch and vile Veronica.

             
But now HIM!!

             
"Dinner is served" a voice cried out and we all hurried into the dinning room. I took my seat next to Blake on the perfectly set out tables. My eyes fell upon the others coming over to our table; Vile Veronica with HIM, an older couple I had seen once before and Blake's parents. I needed more drink.. A hell of a lot more drink. I really wanted a big hole to appear and leap into it. This really was not turning out to be a good weekend. I shifted my eyes over to Blake. He was handsome. Too good looking to be with someone like me. Blake was such a caring and loving person. He wouldn't even kill a fly because he didn't have the heart to cause it pain.