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“I’m sure it will
be lovely.” she finally said. “I’m going to dress for dinner. Is it ok with you?”
Grace added as she collected her belongings.

“It’s fine. I’ll
see you at eight.” Trevor replied. Grace said good-bye and hurried off to
prepare for dinner.

As he watched Grace
walk away Trevor couldn’t help but think,
finally
I’m getting the time I deserve with her!
He relished in the fantasy of
getting Grace into bed after dinner. Trevor’s cock stirred at the thought of
giving Grace a long hard violent fuck.
I’m
going to leave that naive innocent doe eyed girl bowlegged and whimpering in
the morning.
She fears me.

Trevor knew Grace
is a lot like the other girls he pursued. They were all innocent even the
whores. They looked up to him because he’s a celebrity, only to realise too
late that he truly is a monster.
Grace is
no expectation. She looks at me like a protégé. And that’s what I want...for
her to worship me...not like her father who demeaned me.


Tamzin seethed. Darren returned to their
suite with his bloody and bruised face. She wanted to march to Guy’s suite and
batter his face, but Darren told her he’s handling the matter and leave it.

           
Tamzin
contacted Clive Wallace, her personal consultant and make-up artist, demanding to
fix Darren’s face immediately. Taking one look at Darren’s face and nose, Clive
assured them it was repairable. Tamzin shook her head.

           
Shortly
after Clive applied some finish touches to Darren, Gemma arrived at the suite.
She heard from other girls that there was a fight on the river. She had to
confirm it from Tamzin before snitching to the
Rumour Mill
spy. Curious, Gemma wondered the severity and hoped she
still had chance with Guy.

           
“I
don’t bloody believe it! Oh dear!” Gemma cried. She looked at Darren’s nose. Whilst
Clive did great work on Darren’s nose, Darren’s eyes were bruised and in need
of concealer.

           
Tamzin
grabbed Gemma by her arm. In doing so Tamzin twist and pinched Gemma’s arm as
she pulled Gemma into the bedroom. Tamzin flung Gemma into the bedroom. She
turned her back to close the door. Then she came forward.

           
Tamzin
was wearing an ice blue taffeta Oscar De La Renta evening gown. Tamzin walked
towards Gemma, the gown made a swishing sound. Her long blonde extensions were piled
high in a towering bun. Tamzin dripping in expensive Asprey diamonds and wore a
tiara on her crown. Gemma thought she resembled an ice queen.

           
“You
need to give Guy a good fuck! I don’t understand why you haven’t had sex with
him! He’s ruining my wedding!” Tamzin howled. She grabbed Gemma’s arms,
twisting the skin to cause burns. Gemma winced in pain.

           
“He’s
not interested in me!” Gemma moaned. “Trust me, I’ve tried!”

           
Although
Guy believed Gemma couldn’t take a hint, she knew from her sources he isn’t
interested. The
Rumour Mill
spy whom Gemma
shared a room with elaborated how she saw Guy getting in his Range Rover with the
baker. It’s up to Gemma to find out who this girl is and get pictures for a
story. But Gemma wanted the story to be about her and Guy. Not some other girl
and Tamzin’s threats weren’t helping.

           
Tamzin
let go of Gemma and looked in the mirror to check her make-up. In her rage
Tamzin worried that she might ruin her make-up.

           
“Make
Guy interested! Take his cock out! Give him a blow-job he won’t forget. A great
blow-job brings any man to sense.” Tamzin growled. She turned back to Gemma
with her hands on her hips. She watched as Gemma picked up a piece of chocolate
from a chocolate box stuffing it in her mouth.

           
“You’re
my best hen and friend, do your job. Keep Guy Rowling satisfied and out of way.
Do you understand?” Tamzin mewled as she walked over to Gemma. Tamzin pat
Gemma’s hair like a mother would to a child before smacking another piece of
chocolate out of Gemma’s hand. Gemma snickered.

           
“Fine.”
Gemma relented. “I’ll get him Tam.” She wanted to add
maybe if you weren’t such a bitch Guy would look at me in a different
light
. But Gemma couldn’t bring herself to say it. Besides she knew how
vengeful Tamzin could be.

“Good. Put a smile
on your face. Make me proud.” Tamzin cooed. Tamzin pinched Gemma’s hallowed
cheeks as if they had any fat to pinch.


As she stood in front of Trevor’s cottage
door, Grace hesitated to knock. She was ten minutes late. Earlier, when Grace
returned to her cottage, she took a long hot bath. During her bath Grace’s mind
went wild in thought of Guy. Her hands ran along her soapy breasts and legs in
arousal. She became excited thinking of Guy sucking, kissing and tasting her.
It wasn’t till the sound of a clock chime announcing it was seven-thirty Grace
realised she let the fantasy carry her away.

           
Grace
got out of the tub and rushed about the cottage. She dressed in a floral button-down
Top Shop dress, cream tights, and brown Dorothy Perkins penny loafers. Grace
sprit Matthew Williamson perfume on the crook of her neck and wrist. With no
time to do her hair, she quickly ran a brush through it and prayed it would dry
in beach comb tresses. It wasn’t her finest look, but tonight Grace felt it
appropriate. She didn’t want Trevor to think she’s interested in him in another
manner. In her eyes Trevor’s someone to admire not to love.

           
Grace
gained the courage to knock on the door. As soon as her fist pulled away,
Trevor opened the door as if he was waiting there all along. He stood before
her. Trevor dressed in a white cotton button-down shirt that billowed out over
a pair of chinos. Trevor’s dirty blonde hair was wet and curled from the
shower. Grace looked to his feet. They were bare and large. He smiled.

           
“Come
in. I thought you weren’t coming as you’re late.” Trevor said inviting Grace
with his arm. “Would you like wine?” he asked.

           
Before
Grace could decline Trevor handed Grace a glass of red wine. Trevor poured it
before her arrival. He wanted to make sure she didn’t say no. Trevor ushered
her to a small table set for dinner for two. He pulled out a chair and let
Grace sit.

           
“It’s
the best red wine you’ll ever taste. It came from my Tuscany vineyard.” Trevor
boasted. “Tonight’s menu is pheasant with parsnip puree. I’m sure you’ll love
the meal.” He continued.

           
 
Grace barely got a word in edge wise. Trevor
continued to revel in his accomplishments before, during and after dinner.
 
He wasn’t interested in Grace or her
business. Trevor rambled on continuously about his fine restaurants and celebrities
who ate there. Grace felt it was a long evening and couldn’t wait for it to
end.
I rather would’ve spent the night reading
my Grazia magazine than being entertained by this bore
.

           
During
the ordeal, she daydreamt of Guy. Grace wanted to be with him at the family
dinner. She wanted to get to know him, his family and friends. The more she
dreamt about him, the more Grace wanted out of this weekend.
A tryst is great and all, but is it possible
to have more out of this fling? I barely know him, but I want to get to know
him better and be someone special to him.

           
Trevor
noticed Grace’s eyes had a faraway look to them.
She’s not thinking about me,
he scowled. Trevor had to get her
attention. He took away the dinner plates, refilled her wine glass and served
her a plum crumble for dessert.
 
Trevor
took this time to query her about her life, the Savoury Plum and her pursuits,
but as soon as Grace answered a question Trevor replied with his own anecdote.

           
Trevor
told Grace about his life, attending and dropping out of Oxford much to his
parent’s dismay. He spoke of his time attending London Culinary Academy and
moving to Paris. Whilst Trevor divulged in his personal history Grace found Trevor
to be draining. Grace wanted the comfort of her bed and wait for Guy to
continue were they left off.
 
Trevor’s such a condescending man and a
snob! I’m surprised that everyone loves him. He’s so different than his telly
persona. I wish he was different but this is who he really is.

           
Grace
looked at her watch. She saw it was half past ten. Desperate Grace was to get
back just in case Guy was waiting for her.

           
“Thank
you for dinner and dessert. It was lovely.” Grace complimented. She rose to her
feet anxiously.

Trevor looked at
her.
Damn it! Why is she leaving? It’s
not over till I say it’s over. This tart needs to learn.

           
“Where
are you going? It’s early.” Trevor said.

           
“Yes,
but we have an early day tomorrow. The rehearsal dinner and the cake final
touches.” Grace said as she grabbed her parka off of the couch.

           
Trevor
followed behind her. Trevor placed his hands on Grace’s shoulder turning her to
face him.
You’re not getting away so
easily.
His cock ached to be pushed inside Grace’s trembling womb. He
wanted her to feel his searing seed explode against her walls. Trevor knew how
to make Grace stay.

           
“Come.
Stay awhile. I want to hear all about your plans for Delicious.” Trevor
implored.

           
Briefly
Grace considered staying for a little while longer. Trevor thought his words
affected her and he won.
She’s falling
for me,
he convinced himself. Trevor took Grace’s palms into his hands. The
touch nerved Grace. It repulsed her. She pulled away to step backwards.

           
“Stay.
A few minutes more. We’re not done here.” Trevor said firmly.

           
Trevor
moved towards her. He was in her personal space. Grace felt as though she was a
mouse backed into a corner by a hulking calico cat. Trevor inched towards Grace.
He wrapped his arms tight around her waist. Grace felt the doorknob press into
her bottom and his arousal press against her.

           
Trevor
knew he had her. He cupped her chin and pressed his lips against Grace’s lips. She
squirmed. Grace tried to wrestle her way out of his tightening grip, but to no
avail. Trevor, proving stronger than Grace, forced her lips apart with his
tongue. The intrusion made Grace’s eyes go wide in horror. Trevor released one
of his hands which found its way to her breast. There Trevor fondled it
roughly. Grace gathered all her strength and pushed him away. She brought her
hands to her lips in shock.

           
“I’m
sorry Trevor. I’ve got to leave.” Grace said quickly.

           
Trevor
tried to regain his footing to grab Grace, but it was too late. Grace ran out
the door leaving Trevor angrily watching her run down the path.

           
Grace
ran all the way back to her cottage. By the time she arrived she was out of
breath and exhausted.
 
What did I do? Why did he touch me that way?
Grace felt confused and disoriented.

           
Grace
locked the cottage door behind her. She prayed he hadn’t followed her back.
When Grace felt he hadn’t, she went to the loo. She undressed and slipped into
the shower.
Something about the way he
looked at me. The way he touched me. It felt so dirty.
The hot water washed
over her skin. She needed to feel clean.
Trevor’s
nothing like Guy. Now I know...


           
It
had been another long evening for Guy. The so-called family dinner turned into
a loud party that really had nothing to do with meeting of the families. It
didn’t matter anyway as only Darren’s mother and her sister attended with
Darren’s cousin in comparison to the Smythe family. Guy knew that it was best
to keep their family hidden away or introduced as a friend of the family,
instead of the truth being revealed.

           
During
dinner Guy was forced to sit next to Gemma. In attempt to arouse Guy, Gemma rubbed
his cock through Guy’s trousers. Gemma knew Guy would maintain a stiff upper
lip. Without breaking a sweat Guy retaliated by smacking her hand away. In
return Gemma laughed obnoxiously garnering curious looks from guests at their
table. Guy hissed in her ear to stop or he’d embarrass her. Gemma grinned pretending
not to listen or notice his anger.

           
When
dessert arrived Guy decided it was time to excuse himself from the table.
Tamzin glanced at Gemma fiery. Gemma knew Tamzin wanted her to follow Guy.
Tamzin saw Gemma’s attempts at getting Guy’s attention failing but she wasn’t
going to allow him to leave without knowing who, what, where and why. As soon
as he left Gemma quickly gathered herself and followed him out of the dining
room.

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